The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

The blue flames in Xiao Chen's eyes throbbed violently, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

In the eyes is the fragmented earth, countless shattered earth floating in the void.

This should be the scene after the end of the war. On every piece of broken land, there is almost a corpse of a dead creature.

A skinless old man knelt on a piece of broken ground, blood and tears kept streaming from his eyes.

He raised his head and stared at the sky tightly, revealing a deep despair from the inside out.

Xiao Chen raised his head, the dense dark clouds had dispersed, and the sky was blue and dark.

Suddenly Xiao Chen narrowed his eyes, and there was a change in the sky.

The originally clear sky suddenly darkened, replaced by a dark red color, which instantly covered the entire sky.

A suffocating breath appeared in the dark red world.

The sky suddenly split open, and an endless black crack appeared above the sky.

But Xiao Chen had a very strange feeling that it wasn't the sky that split open, but something else.

Soon Xiao Chen's feeling was confirmed.

Something in the black crack suddenly moved, and after seeing clearly what was in the crack, even Xiao Chen couldn't help feeling his scalp tingle.

Eye.

In the cracks are countless eyes.

Countless eyes overlapped and shone with an inexplicable light.

Xiao Chen couldn't describe the feeling those eyes gave him.

Evil, extremely evil.

Greed, extreme greed.

It feels like an old bachelor who has been locked up for decades and suddenly sees a naked beauty. It is an extreme longing.

Xiao Chen keenly discovered that there were many pits of different sizes around the big crack, and the pits were full of things like blood vessels wriggling.

Xiao Chen knew that these should be the scars left by those creatures who fought each other with death.

Those extremely evil eyes in the black crack kept looking at the ground, as if they were looking for something.

When seeing the skinless old man, these eyes exploded with astonishing brilliance, a feeling of extreme desire or hunger flickered in these eyes.

The skinless old man looked at the big crack in the sky, and suddenly looked back in Xiao Chen's direction.

Xiao Chen had a strange feeling that the old man seemed to know that he was looking at him.

The old man looked in Xiao Chen's direction, his cloudy eyes were full of pleading and pity, as well as a kind of fearlessness full of courage.

Xiao Chen rarely saw such a look in his eyes.

He was praying to Xiao Chen to save this starry sky, he was pity for all living beings, and he had the fearless spirit of dedicating himself to all living beings.

Xiao Chen looked at this look, and suddenly nodded in a strange way.

The old man smiled suddenly, his teeth were very white.

Xiao Chen felt very strange, it was obviously something that happened in the past, and it was impossible for him to intervene, but he felt like he was talking to his ancestors.

The old man showed his white teeth, raised his bloody hand, and slammed it heavily on the drum.

Following the old man's actions, ripples visible to the naked eye rippled away with the speed of the big drum.

Ripples swept across the broken ground and the huge corpses.

One by one, illusory figures climbed up from the corpses of those creatures.

Soul battle.

Fighting with the soul, after death, is truly wiped out.

It was still the spirit of the white tiger that rushed up the big crack in the sky first, and he seemed to have a bad temper.

The battle above the sky, this time Xiao Chen saw it clearly,

The spirit of the white tiger crashed into the big crack with a gesture of burning everything together.

The difference is that this time no colorful blood fell, and the white tiger's soul turned into white spots of light, completely dissipating between the heaven and the earth.

Being hit by the spirit of the white tiger, the big black crack trembled violently, as if it was suffering severe pain.

The eagerness in those eyes in the great rift turned to utter anger.

On the shattered earth, countless war spirits soared into the sky, and no one turned back.

They all carried a tragic spirit.

...

As soon as the screen changed, the battle ended.

The big crack above the sky was already shattered, and black blood flowed from those extremely evil eyes.

Suddenly those eyes seemed to sense something, and all eyeballs were fixed on Xiao Chen's side.

Each eye radiates a different emotion, fear, excitement, longing.

Looking at these inexplicable eyes, Xiao Chen rolled his eyes, raised his right hand and hooked his index finger, and roared in a very unbeatable tone.

"You, come here! Hahaha..." Xiao Chen's playful laughter resounded in the world.

Gradually the big crack began to close until it completely disappeared.

The only surviving skinless old man squatted on the ground and cried loudly, looking at the boundless broken earth and the corpses.

Up to this moment, the scene in front of Xiao Chen's eyes began to change like a revolving lantern.

Spring goes and winter comes, and winter goes to summer solstice.

The skinless old man walked on a piece of broken land with the drum on his back that didn't match his figure.

The old man selected a piece of land and began to dig a hole, digging with his hands one by one.

After digging for many years, the old man began to fill the hole again.

But nothing was put into the pit.

Then the old man began to engrave the stele again, one click, one click, very lonely.

Finally, the skinless old man walked into a black mountain with a big drum on his back, and disappeared between the sky and the earth.

...

The scene before Xiao Chen's eyes changed again, the familiar withered yellow weeds and big bare trees had returned to reality.

Xiao Chen looked at the small graves on the ground, and sighed softly.

Xiao Chen thought for a while, and bowed lightly to this desolate land.

"Although I don't know why you are so desperate, I still feel that you are so powerful."

Although Xiao Chen's tone was somewhat teasing, his face was extremely serious.

Xiao Chen left the ruins and returned to reality.

What happened in the ruins made Xiao Chen feel as if he had passed away.

What are those extremely evil eyes?

Why did these powerful creatures join hands to fight against this monster?

Who came across time and saw the future?

Why did they ask themselves to save this starry sky?

What message do you want to convey in the leftover pictures?

Is the skinless old man still alive?

There is also the bearded emperor who is lucky to transform into a nine dragon, and it seems that this extremely evil aura has also emanated from him.

Xiao Chen shook his head, feeling a little confused.

Xiao Chen roughly estimated the monster's strength again, and finally Xiao Chen came to a conclusion.

If you need the peak strength of your own great emperor, you have to wake it up, the divine Xiao Chen, the demonic Xiao Chen, the three in one can fight together.

A shadow was cast over Xiao Chen's heart, he had to know that he was known as, among the great emperors that had ever appeared, the most able to fight.

But in the face of this monster, there is no certainty of victory.

"Where did this shit come from? Could it be something that crawled out of the great abyss of void?"

Xiao Chen muttered, and his figure swept towards Luoshi Town.