The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

There is no need to teach crying, because it is innate, and it will happen from the moment the baby quack falls to the ground.

There are so many emotions that cry can express. You can cry when you are happy, you can cry when you are sad, and you can cry when you are angry.

This is the oldest and strongest way of expressing emotion, just like fear.

Looking at the little fox in Xiao Chen's hand, the nine-tailed demon fox cried loudly.

Time seems to be frozen in this second, this second is countless spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Xiao Chen gently stuffed the little fox into the arms of the nine-tailed demon fox, and whispered, "It's getting dark, go back."

"Yeah." The nine-tailed demon fox held the little fox tightly and nodded obediently.

Liu Su Mingyue happily climbed onto Xiao Chen's head, and asked with some doubts: "Brother Great, Sister Fox are crying, why can't I feel the sadness anymore?"

"When you grow up, you will understand." Xiao Chen smiled.

"Oh!" Tassel Mingyue scratched his head.

...

Xiao Chen lay on the bed and fell asleep beautifully.

As for the nine-tailed demon fox, he didn't see any figure when he came back, so he should have led his younger brother to talk to other places.

As soon as Xiao Chen opened his eyes, he saw the big eyes of the young man lying on the bed.

"Wake up!" The boy laughed.

Xiao Chen sat up and checked the clothes on his body. It was okay.

Xiao Chen was really afraid of this guy, and while he was asleep, he did something strange to himself.

The boy grabbed Xiao Chen's hand and said happily, "Let’s start practicing today!"

Before Xiao Chen had time to shake off the young man's hand, the scene in front of him changed instantly.

In the eyes, there is a lot of greenery, surrounded by endless mountains.

Looking into the distance, the sun that just got up is full of energy, red light is overflowing, illuminating the whole world brightly.

"This is the deepest part of the Kunlun Mountains." The boy said, pointing to the surrounding magnificent mountains.

Xiao Chen rolled his eyes and said, "Speak as you speak, can you let go of your hand first?"

"Hey, touch the master and you won't lose a piece of meat." The boy said, squeezing Xiao Chen's hand fiercely.

Xiao Chen is full of black lines, is there really nothing wrong with this product?

"Stingy, don't you just pull your hand?" Seeing Xiao Chen's urge to scold his mother, the young man let go of his hand reluctantly.

Xiao Chen resisted the urge to knock on his master's dog head, and asked, "Why are you bringing me here?"

"Practice!" The young man bounced around his body.

"The martial artist's orthodox method of practice should have long since disappeared. Even if it is still circulating in the world, there should be many defects, or the way is very different!"

Xiao Chen nodded. The way Wufu practiced right now was indeed incomplete.

Even the former Wu Wudi, this kind of martial arts master, crossed the river by feeling the stones and tried his own way of cultivation.

Seeing his words were affirmed by Xiao Chen, the young boy's happy eyes narrowed.

The boy continued to explain: "In my time, the ranks of Wufu were very strict, up to thirteen realms."

"After the era was over, I stayed idle in the Kingdom of Destiny and I improved a little bit. I removed the grade division and directly distinguished by color."

This thing is really not simple. It is possible to define and modify the practice methods of an era. Even a person like Xiao Chen can only practice according to the practice methods handed down in this era.

Xiao Chen asked with interest: "Color? Can it be trained like a chameleon? Is it green?"

"What are you talking about?" The young man took the opportunity to pull Xiao Chen's ears.

"You don't take the opportunity to take advantage of me." Xiao Chen slapped the young pig's hand angrily.

"Sniff." The boy muttered unhappy.

"The warrior does not rely on external forces, but only fights with the body. A strong body is the root of the warrior. When a warrior fights, because of the blood flow of the body, the acceleration of the heart, and the stretching of the muscles, the body of the warrior will be covered with a layer of mist. The color of the mist is the key to distinguishing the martial artist's level."

As the boy said, there was no movement. Sudden bursts of heat appeared around his body. Then the boy's skin was slightly red, and a white mist appeared on his body.

"This is the first level of Wufu, called the True Martial Realm. This level has the power of booming mountains and can easily stand on the mountain, but that's all. To say that this level is ugly, this realm is a humanoid beast."

Xiao Chen nodded. This is easy to understand, isn't it just a matter of strength.

"Second layer." The boy said, taking a light breath, and his whole body began to crackle.

"boom!"

The teenager stomped gently, and a terrifying scene appeared.

With the boy's right foot as the center, the surrounding earth collapsed in circles, and the surrounding huge mountains, like tofu, all collapsed.

Just this gentle stomping of the foot created a scene of the doomsday natural disaster, which is really terrifying.

At the same time, a blue mist appeared on the boy.

When everything subsided, Xiao Chen stood dusty in the ruins, and said angrily: "Can't you be gentle? You want to die."

"Hey," the boy scratched his head "shyly": "I'm sorry, I just want you to have an intuitive feeling."

Xiao Chen said helplessly: "Well, it's quite intuitive."

"This realm, called the Great Master Realm, is omnipotent from heaven and earth. With the power of the body, it can squeeze the air around it into any shape, and the body can resist most of the natural punishment."

The boy flicked his finger lightly as he spoke, and a sharp piercing sound rang out.

The surrounding air twisted rapidly, forming a transparent behemoth.

The young man gently pressed his finger, the giant beast rushed into the earth, and the result was another shaking of the mountain, and the terrifying air pressure directly tore everything around him.

Xiao Chen nodded, and it seemed that the destructive power of this realm should be about the same as that of Shenwu Zhiji.

As the apex of combat power, Xiao Chen could easily compare the realm of martial arts combat power corresponding to the combat power of his own era.

"Next is the third level, Xiaoyao Realm." The young man just wanted to breathe in, but was directly stopped by Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen grabbed the young man and said, "Don't stop, you stomped your feet again, this piece of land is gone, just just say it."

"Yeah." Seeing Xiao Chen taking the initiative to pull himself, the boy almost didn't jump up with joy.

"Xiaoyao realm, the fog is golden, this realm of martial arts is a great martial artist, you can shuttle in the void at will, as long as you don't do it yourself, you can basically die.

Xiao Chen nodded, it seemed that Xiaoyao Realm was almost like the pseudo-emperor.

The boy suddenly remembered something and said: "By the way, this realm has a special ability called intimidation."

As the young man said, he stared directly at Xiao Chen suddenly.

A terrifying pressure came directly, different from the pressure brought about by the difference in realm between monks, this pressure was more terrifying and direct.