The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

The death energy in Xiao Chen's body began to soar into the sky, straight into the sky.

The pure white jade skeleton real body, coupled with the pitch-black death aura, the two extreme colors are extremely dazzling over the small town.

With the eruption of death energy from Xiao Chen's body, the sky over the small town darkened instantly, and large swaths of dark clouds were drawn over the town by the soaring death energy.

But for a moment, the entire sky seemed to be covered by dark clouds.

At this time, the dark clouds began to churn and rotate, and an endless dark cloud vortex formed above the sky.

Under the very center of the vortex, Xiao Chen's figure looked extremely small.

The death energy billowing from Xiao Chen rushed into the very center of the vortex, dyeing the incomparably huge dark cloud vortex extremely black.

"Roar!"

A roar of a tiger came from within the black clouds, and the whole world was shaken in awe by the roar of a tiger.

A huge black tiger claw appeared from the very center of the vortex. Under this tiger claw, the whole town appeared extremely small and fragile.

With the appearance of the black tiger claws, the entire sky darkened, as if it was midnight, and the pitch-black space became more and more depressing for this breathtaking scene.

Everyone on the ground looked at what happened in the sky, and no one could speak. How could this scene of annihilation appear in this world.

Some people couldn't bear the coercion of the huge black tiger claws, so they knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

The words of begging for forgiveness kept chanting in his mouth.

Despair is not terrible, the terrible thing is that you don't even have the courage to escape in despair.

The heads of the Zhou family and the Wang family looked at the sky, and they also guessed Xiao Chen's identity at this time, the chief culprit of the Qin family's destruction.

They were also very scared, even more scared than those practitioners who were paralyzed on the ground.

Because they are the heads of the clan, they have huge wealth and power, they are masters, and they still have a lot of time to enjoy, how can they die here.

"Little brother, there is a solution to everything, why use such an extreme way to solve it."

Finally, the Patriarch of the Zhou family suppressed the fear in his heart and spoke.

Some people open their mouths, and others agree, all kinds of flattery for a while, the voice of praise is endless, but there is no voice of cursing.

Xiao Chen was floating in the air, looking coldly at the ugly people on the ground, a sneer came out of Xiao Chen's mouth.

Listening to this cold sneer from beginning to end, everyone knew that there was no condition to speak.

Xiao Chen held the black knife made of death energy in front of him, and cut it down lightly.

There was no terrifying knife aura, only symbols that everyone couldn't understand, rushing straight towards them.

Facing the black mysterious symbols one by one, everyone felt ashamed.

At this time, a grand Buddha's name resounded between heaven and earth, and a gentle golden light enveloped everyone.

With the rise of this golden light, the breath of despair was diluted a lot.

Most of the people woke up like returning to their souls.

Then one after another Buddha's voice followed the golden light.

"Break the curse of hell."

Someone shouted in surprise, this is the signature of Master Qingkong, and it has a strong killing power against those demons and heretics.

Everyone looked at the short monk standing in the front, and the fire of hope to live was ignited in their hearts.

"Amitabha, this old monk is here to block you for a moment, all benefactors, run for your lives!"

The old monk's voice was calm and unwavering, just like that old well.

After listening to the old monk's words, no one hesitated, and they didn't even have time to say a few words on the scene, and rushed out of the golden light like that bereaved dog.

Everyone is running for their lives, and everyone is wondering how to survive.

But no one noticed that the old monk's face was covered with terrifying cracks, as if his whole body was about to shatter in the next moment.

The black symbol has rushed before the golden light.

Xiao Chen in the sky looked at the old monk's body that was about to shatter, smiled and shook his head.

"You Buddhists have always been so annoying. You always want to cross people, but you never thought that in the end, you wouldn't even be able to cross yourself."

"Amitabha."

The old monk closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the ground, the golden light on his body was like a dazzling sun, becoming more and more dazzling.

"If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell."

The old monk lowered his eyebrows and nodded, chanting the Buddha's name, and golden blood gushed out from the cracks on the old monk's body.

The golden blood stained the old monk's body, making the old monk look like a golden arhat.

A huge golden body of Buddha rose slowly behind the old monk, and countless Buddha's names resounded between heaven and earth.

It's like the Buddhas all over the sky are chanting mantras to suppress the big demon.

Someone turned around and looked at the old monk in shock. At this moment, Master Qingkong is really like the golden Buddha in the myths and legends, with a solemn and sacred appearance.

Unexpectedly, breaking Youye into Potian, Huaxia added another Potian realm.

Xiao Chen watched the old monk break through at this moment, and raised his right index finger with great interest.

Xiao Chen's index finger swayed in the air, and the black symbols that rushed in front of the old monk's golden light suddenly stopped.

Xiao Chen shook his index finger again, those symbols bypassed the old monk, and rushed straight at those who ran away like bereaved dogs.

With a skeleton on his back, Xiao Chen came to the old monk and sat cross-legged facing the old monk.

Xiao Chen said with a grin: "Baldy, how do you want to save me."

The old monk shook his head: "The benefactor is someone the old monk can't cross."

Xiao Chen thought it was interesting, those bald women he met in Grand Virtue World used to say all day long, "You have to trust me, you have to trust me!"

The Buddhist schools that Xiao Chen knew were not those fat-headed and big-eared bald donkeys in the secular world. The bald donkeys in the secular world were all fake Buddhas who closed their doors to seek refuge in troubled times, and opened their doors to make money in prosperous times.

The Buddhist schools that Xiao Chen knew were all bald, chattering, but good-natured all day long.

Xiao Chen doesn't like Buddhism very much, he can't understand what to say, he thinks about crossing people and saving common people every day.

Xiao Chen likes Taoism, Taoism's attitude is very suitable for Xiao Chen's appetite, Taoism pays attention to individuality.

"Believe it or not, don't believe it, get out, don't disturb me seeking longevity."

Xiao Chen tugged at the old monk's snow-white beard, and said with a smile: "Little thing, it looks really unique."

The old monk was unmoved, Xiao Chen was a little helpless: "You Buddhists are all like birds, and no one can stop you when you are about to die, alas, forget it, although people like you are not popular, but you can't live without it." .'"

Xiao Chen got up, lifted the collar of the old monk, and swung his arms away, like a big windmill.

The old monk was dizzy from being dumped. He opened his eyes, his eyes were full of confusion. Is the person in front of him a demon or a Buddha?

"Get out."

Xiao Chen threw the old monk into the distance, like a fired cannonball, it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Chen clapped his hands, looked around at the disappearing crowd, smiled and shook his head.

"Under the tiger's pounce, no one survived."