The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

In a quiet and unique courtyard in Yanjing.

A young man was looking into the distance. The man was wearing a blue gown, his long hair was coiled on top of his head, and was fixed with a simple wooden hairpin.

Such a dress may be regarded as crazy in this society, and such a long gown is no longer something that people of this era can control.

No matter how good a person's temperament and appearance are, wearing such a gown will make people feel that something is missing.

But this man is very different. The cyan long gown on his body gives people a very special feeling.

It's so natural, it seems that he has to wear this kind of clothes, this kind of clothes are tailor-made for him.

"Tsing Yi." A gentle male voice sounded in the room.

Then an elegant man in a Chinese tunic suit with a pen pinned to his breast pocket appeared at the door.

The man in the Chinese tunic suit held a laptop in his hand, with a dignified look on his face.

The man called Tsing Yi turned his head, looked at the elegant man and didn't speak, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, which made people feel like a spring breeze.

The elegant man walked up to Tsing Yi in a few steps and pointed the computer at Tsing Yi.

"What do you think?"

There was an enlarged picture on the computer screen in the elegant man's hand, which was the scene of blood Shura descending from the sky above Minghai City.

Tsing Yi looked at the picture for a long time.

"Blood cloud formation, blood Shura." Tsing Yi spat out such a sentence.

"Are you going?"

Tsing Yi nodded: "We must go."

The elegant man thought for a while and asked, "What are the chances of winning?"

Tsing Yi looked up at the sky, stretched out his right hand and made an OK gesture in the air.

The elegant man's expression brightened: "Three tricks are enough?"

Tsing Yi shook her head.

Seeing Tsing Yi shaking his head, the elegant man's expression suddenly became heavy: "It's hard to fight, only 30% chance of winning?"

Tsing Yi shook his head again, and the refined man let out a breath, feeling a lot more relaxed.

The elegant man looked at the OK in Tsing Yi, and asked with some doubts: "It's not three tricks or thirty percent, so what does this gesture mean?"

"Thirty years." Tsing Yi said lightly.

"Do you mean thirty years?" The elegant man couldn't help complaining in his heart.

"What thirty years?" The refined man was a little puzzled.

"Defeat Blood Shura, and your cultivation will go back thirty years."

"What? So serious." The elegant man's voice immediately raised an octave, his face flushed.

"No, you can't go. Since the battle of Fengshenya, almost all of my top experts in China have been killed or injured. If your cultivation level goes back another 30 years, I'm afraid those ghosts and monsters will move."

The elegant man said with an excited expression, and his tone was extremely firm.

Tsing Yi didn't respond, but said calmly: "Get ready, let's go right away."

"You...you...have you listened to me?" the elegant man asked angrily.

Tsing Yi nodded, indicating that she listened to what he said.

"Use the Liuyun Shuttle, it will be faster that way." Tsing Yi finished speaking and walked towards the room.

"What, Liuyunsuo? You're crazy, Liuyunsuo consumes so much, are you afraid that you won't die fast enough?" the elegant man looked at Tsing Yi's back and roared.

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Minghai City, the roof of Huaiyi Hospital.

The tornado began to soar into the sky. The paper maker looked at the tornado and nodded with admiration on his face: "Old man Zhao, you are getting more and more proficient in using the Yufeng Jue."

Zhao Lecheng didn't talk to him, but just looked at the giant in the sky from the top of the tower.

As the distance got closer, everyone felt the soaring blood and murderous aura coming from Xue Shura, and everyone was shocked.

Still so far apart, the pressure of the waves crashing on the shore made it difficult for them to breathe.

Yuxuzi smiled bitterly: "What's the difference between us and courting death?"

Zhao Lecheng also had a bitter look on his face. His miscalculation of Blood Shura's strength let him know that things might not develop in the direction he imagined.

Zhao Leben originally wanted to hold back that big guy in the sky for a while, and he didn't need to work hard, as long as he waited until Tsing Yi Hou arrived, the task would be considered complete.

Now it seems that I am afraid that completing this task is a bit of a dream.

Zhao Lecheng looked at the bloody lady beside him, then turned his head to look at Ye Ya and his apprentice not far away, raised his hand and pressed down heavily.

Seeing Zhao Lecheng's actions, the blood lady frowned and asked vigilantly, "Old man, what are you doing?"

As Zhao Lecheng's hand pressed down, the Blood Lady was suddenly swept out by a gust of wind, and Ye Ya and the girl not far away had the same experience, being swept out of the rising tornado by the gust of wind.

The three of them fell down extremely fast, and the bloody woman in mid-air was furious: "What are you doing, old man?"

"You are still young." Zhao Lecheng's faint voice sounded in the air.

Seeing the two falling down, the fat butcher raised the kitchen knife in his hand, with a bitter expression on his face.

"Old man, I'm young too."

Zhao Lecheng cast a glance at the butcher: "How old are you this year?"

The butcher wanted to say that he was thirty years old, but when he saw Zhao Lecheng's indifferent eyes, he suddenly changed his mind.

The butcher sighed, "Tomorrow is my sixty-fifth birthday."

Zhao Lecheng nodded: "I'm sixty-five years old, I can die."

The three people who landed on the roof looked at Zhao Lecheng and his party who were getting farther and farther away from them, clenched their fists tightly, but they were helpless.

If you haven't reached the 'Wandering Field Realm', you can't fly in the sky, but like Zhao Lecheng, you can fly in the Vajra Realm, all because of the kung fu "Yufeng Jue" he practiced.

The girl looked at the sky with tears in her eyes.

"Master." Shouted, maybe she knew that this might be the last time she saw Master.

The blood lady looked at the sky, and after a long time, she sighed heavily: "No one wants to die, they just have to die."

Ye Ya tightly held the handle of the dagger behind his waist, wondering what he was thinking.

Above the sky, Xue Shura, who had been standing quietly in the air, suddenly opened his eyes. In the scarlet eyes, streams of blood mist drifted away, gathering in the air without dispersing.

Blood Shura looked into the distance, and the strange runes all over his body suddenly lit up.

"This is the king's breath." Joy radiated from Xue Shura's body, and his huge body fell towards the ground.

The shadow above the head changed the expressions of everyone in the tornado. With such a large body falling on the ground, it is estimated that half of Minghai City will be gone without any means.

Looking at Xue Shura's big feet, Zhao Lecheng's face was uncertain, and finally Zhao Lecheng sighed: "Forget it, what's there to miss at such an old age."

A soaring aura erupted from Zhao Lecheng's body, and the tornado where everyone was in began to expand rapidly.

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