The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Heaven helps practitioners?

The way of heaven and the practitioner should be two extreme opposites. Is the way of heaven out of your mind?

Xiao Chen watched this scene with a dazed look on his face.

Practitioners are a group of people who go against the sky, and they are all people who steal the luck of heaven and earth. To put it bluntly, they are people who grab food from the mouth of heaven.

As a side of heaven, if you haven't been fucked a few times by a practitioner, you will be embarrassed to say hello to others when you go out.

The way of heaven helps practitioners, it's like a robber has entered your house, you, the master, not only don't call the police, but also take the initiative to help the robber.

In this case, there is only one possibility, that is, another bandit appeared, threatening the existence of both.

Xiao Chen watched all this quietly.

The help of heaven is already in place, and the chain of rules has been wrapped around every creature, which has greatly increased the strength of all creatures.

Xiao Chen really didn't understand what kind of existence they were fighting against.

Comparing the strength, even in his peak period as the Great Emperor, facing such a lineup, it is estimated that it would be difficult to get a bargain.

"Are they going to fight against the Great Emperor?"

Xiao Chen shook his head again, denying his thoughts.

Which emperor is full of food and has nothing to do in his spare time, so he came to trouble these people.

And it's really the emperor who is looking for trouble, and the way of heaven will not help!

Tiandao is probably eager to see that the two sides are fighting to kill, how can they help each other.

...

Just as Xiao Chen was guessing, the scene in front of Xiao Chen's eyes suddenly changed, and the old man standing on the highest mountain suddenly moved.

The old man's whole body was full of blue veins, and the blue veins wound around his body like earthworms.

The old man raised his thin hand high, exhausted all his strength, and slammed it hard on the big drum in front of him.

Xiao Chen didn't hear the drumbeat, and there was a silent scene in front of him.

But Xiao Chen could still feel the fighting spirit emanating from that big drum.

As the old man's hand fell, a white tiger with a murderous aura suddenly leaped high and crashed straight into the sky.

The powerful force directly shattered the void, and countless large black cracks appeared on the path of the white tiger.

The white tiger's body rapidly swelled and became larger, and it was not an exaggeration to describe it as covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

The body of the white tiger slammed into the empty sky.

Xiao Chen keenly noticed that Baihu's body paused, as if there was an invisible barrier in the sky.

The white tiger's huge body continued to hit the sky, getting smaller and smaller until it disappeared completely.

With the disappearance of the white tiger's figure, the clear sky darkened extremely quickly, and the sky was extremely low under the pressure of dark clouds, making people extremely depressing.

Suddenly, a fist-sized colorful glow fell from the sky and landed heavily on the ground.

Xiao Chen's pupils shrank suddenly, divine blood.

The five-colored divine blood fell on the ground, and the sky collapsed in an instant, and the ground was torn apart by this small drop of divine blood.

Could it be that such a powerful white tiger was injured in this instant? What the hell is it that has such a strong strength?

As the first drop of colorful divine blood fell, more divine blood appeared in the sky.

There was a rain of colorful blood in the gloomy sky.

The rain of blood fell on the ground, the mountain began to collapse, and bottomless cracks appeared on the ground.

Looking at the rain of colorful blood, the old man opened his mouth wide, as if crying in grief, his cloudy eyes were filled with tears.

The old man's hand slammed down again, the big drum vibrated violently, and the fighting spirit of the sky inspired all living beings.

Countless creatures leaped high and crashed into the sky.

The old man beat the war drum to cheer for these creatures.

Colorful divine blood, pitch-black demonic blood, golden holy blood, and divine blood of various colors fell from the sky.

A colorful rain of divine blood fell from the sky, and the earth began to collapse under the impact of a large amount of divine blood.

Huge cracks tore the earth apart and split it into countless small pieces.

A huge black shadow fell from the sky, it was the white tiger that rushed up to the sky first.

At this time, the white tiger was soaked in blood, its life force collapsed, and a huge penetrating wound appeared at its heart.

Xiao Chen narrowed his eyes, and Bai Hu's heart was actually taken out by something.

The white tiger's huge body fell on a piece of broken ground, splashing up monstrous dust.

The piece of land broke away from the main body and floated into the void with the body of the white tiger.

Looking at Bai Hu Piaoyuan's body, the old man burst into tears, beating the big drum in front of him like crazy.

But he didn't seem to be able to change anything. As the white tiger's body fell, there was a signal in the sky.

The corpses of more living beings fell from the endless heights and fell heavily on the ground.

An extremely tragic picture appeared before Xiao Chen's eyes.

If a creature of this level falls, it will cause the world to shake and the situation to change color. Now, such a large number of creatures have fallen.

Xiao Chen raised his eyes to the sky, wanting to see what these creatures were fighting with.

But the gloomy sky blocked the line of sight, and I couldn't see any battle scenes.

As the corpses kept falling from the sky, the old man beat the drum faster and faster.

The passionate fighting spirit reached its peak, but Xiao Chen felt a wave of deep despair.

It was a kind of despair from the heart, a despair that could not see a ray of light.

"boom!"

A voice suddenly appeared in Xiao Chen's ears, this was the first time Xiao Chen heard a voice in this silent picture.

Xiao Chen looked for the sound, and found a big hole in the big drum in front of the old man who had been beaten.

The old man leaned on the big drum in despair, staring blankly at the big hole, his eyes full of despair.

There were still corpses of living beings falling in the sky, the old man suddenly straightened up and roared crazily towards the sky.

The old man's skinny hand ruthlessly inserted into his scalp.

The old man used all his strength to divide his scalp to both sides.

Huge pain enveloped the old man, but the old man looked at the hole in the drum resolutely.

In the blink of an eye, a complete human skin sloughed off from the old man, and the old man actually peeled off his own skin.

The scarlet muscle texture is abnormally dazzling, and blood is dripping non-stop.

The old man trembled, held his own skin, and slapped it hard on the big drum, covering the big hole.

The skinless old man grinned, and slammed his hands down crazily, his passionate fighting spirit was aroused again, which was extremely tragic.

The big drum was stained red with blood, and the earth was cracked by the divine blood. Beneath this horrific scene, there was bottomless despair.

Xiao Chen frowned and stared at the sky tightly, the blue flames in his eyes kept dancing.

But this is not what happened in reality, even Xiao Chen couldn't see the scene covered by the dark clouds.