Xiao Chen held the kitchen knife and ran towards the prison dragon.

"Ice ghost, enter. ”

Xiao Chen's body glowed with a faint blue light, blocking in front of the prison dragon.

"Oh, Xiaolong'er, don't be so angry, it's a big injury. ”

Xiao Chen said with a hippie smile, but as a result, the prison dragon had a cold face, even if he didn't talk, he didn't stop the blood on his body.

Xiao Chen scratched his head a little stupidly and said, "I'll deal with these little miscellaneous fish, Xiaolong'er, you can rest on the side!"

Xiao Chen said as he waved the kitchen knife a few times in the air.

"Ghost Lotus. ”

Unlike the first time in the River of Silence, the number of ghost lotuses summoned this time was much higher.

Palm-sized lotus flowers slowly fell from the sky, emitting a faint cold light.

At this time, there was a sudden cracking sound above the heavenly dome, like broken glass.

The cracks above the black canopy began to stretch to the left and right, and a part of a bronze gate appeared on the canopy so far away, ethereal, very close, and far away.

The bronze gate was so large that the cracked canopy could only reveal part of it.

The bronze gate is carved with intricate patterns, ancient and vicissitudes.

Before the bronze gate, there seemed to be an earth-shattering battle, and the pattern was covered with black dried blood stains.

Black gas kept wafting out of the blood stains, like the roar of the dead, cursing the murderer who killed him.

Looking at the bronze gate that was about to reveal his true face, Xiao Chen was two big.

If you really want to open the prison of knives, even if you only release one of the contents inside, you may not know how much trouble you will make.

The bronze gate became clearer and clearer, and an illusory road stretched out from before the bronze gate.

A tiny black dot appeared on that illusory road.

It was an old man, short in stature, with his back hunched and dressed in a tattered coarse linen robe, like a disabled peasant man.

The old man had only one leg and was even blind in one eye.

Next to the old man was a table, which also had only one leg.

Although there was only one leg, the table stood firmly on the looming road.

There was a folded white robe on the table, and the old man looked at it.

As if sensing something, the old man's cloudy eyes suddenly brightened, and the old man held the white robe in both hands.

As if holding the most precious thing in the world, the old man was cautious.

The old man left the one-legged table with his robe in his hand, and the old man looked at the world below, and suddenly he burst into tears.

The old man lifted his white robe high above his head and knelt down at once.

"The Great. ”

The old man's lips trembled slightly, and finally one day, he could shout these two words again.

The old man's whole body trembled with excitement.

Xiao Chen half-squinted his eyes and looked at the sky from afar.

Xiao Chen's kitchen knife waved, pointing directly at the old man kneeling in front of the bronze gate.

"Knife servant, if you dare to open the door, I will blow your head. ”

Xiao Chen's voice passed through time and space, reaching the old man's heart.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then got up and wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve.

The old man said with a smile: "No, no, as long as the emperor is fine, what the emperor says." ”

Looking at this scene, the teeth of the prison dragon qi itched, she could summon the sword prison, but if she wanted to open the knife prison, she had to nod her head and agree.

As the key to the Sword Prison, although the Prison Dragon can forcibly open the bronze gate, but doing so not only hurts the vitality, but also does not take the Emperor in his eyes.

The prison dragon is just murderous, and he is not a fool, Xiao Chen is her master, and forcibly opening the knife prison at this point is really mentally retarded.

Knowing that it was hopeless to open the door, the prison dragon angrily sent some blood qi towards the sword prison, and the bronze gate became clearer and clearer.

Xiao Chenle stretched out a claw, waved it in front of the prison dragon's towering chest, and said shyly: "Xiaolong'er, if you don't stop, I can grab your chest!"

The prison dragon's teeth clucked, and he really wanted to pounce on Xiao Chen and bite Xiao Chen a few bites.

The blood on the Prison Dragon's body dissipated, and the bronze gate above the sky began to become ethereal again.

The old man held the white robe, knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, as if saying something.

But the canopy gradually returned to normal, and the old man's voice did not reach Xiao Chen's ears after all.

The prison dragon looked at the slowly falling ghost lotus, rolled his eyes, and the figure gradually disappeared.

Xiao Chen shrugged, shook his head, sighed, and withdrew his hand with some pity.

The ghost lotus did not fall, but just floated above the head of the ghost army.

Even so, it made the ghost army feel that there was a sharp sword hanging over his head, and he would disappear at any time.

"Xiaolu, you come over to me. ”

Xiao Chen waved his hand at Leng Xiaolu, who was still paying attention to his chest at this time, and kept sighing and shaking his head.

Hearing Xiao Chen's voice, Leng Xiaolu immediately became happy and jumped in front of Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen grabbed Leng Xiaolu's ears: "Like a rabbit, jumping around all day long, what kind of system." ”

Leng Xiaolu grinned in pain, and lowered his head a little aggrieved.

Xiao Chen pointed to the ghost soldiers who fell to the ground and said, "Na, this batch of troops will belong to you in the future." ”

Leng Xiaolu glanced at the ghost army that couldn't be seen, and said a little hesitantly: "I...... I can't do it. ”

Xiao Chen's eyelids jumped when he heard this, this has brought down more than a dozen countries, can't he bring this little army.

"Get out of here with the lead. ”

Xiao Chen yelled at the army, but instead of shouting out the leader, another person came out.

As soon as Xiao Chen's words fell, there was a ripple in the air not far in front of him.

A general riding a white horse, wearing white armor and carrying a spear, stepped out of the rippling air.

Along with the general came a group of cavalry.

These cavalrymen had a murderous aura, their eyes were extremely cold, and they were all handsome undead war horses, which were several grades higher than those armies from the Ghost Emperor at a glance.

The cavalry walked out in an orderly manner, without making a sound, and the cavalry lined up neatly on both sides, until the final number was as high as thousands.

General Baima turned over and dismounted, knelt on one knee, and said to Leng Xiaolu, who was at a loss: "Wechen is late to save the car, please forgive the king." ”

Leng Xiaolu stammered: "Who...... Who...... Who is your king, don't talk nonsense. ”

Xiao Chen almost didn't laugh out loud when he saw it, and said with a smile: "Yours, they are all yours." ”

Leng Xiaolu looked at Xiao Chen pitifully, it was obvious that as long as Xiao Chen was there, Leng Xiaolu would always want to rely on Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen shook his head and said, "Get up and say, there should be something else besides rescuing the driver." ”

Regarding Xiao Chen's behavior of acting on behalf of Xiao Chen, the general did not have any objection, and even had a sense of righteousness.

The general got up and drove this strange thought out of his head, and arched his hand at Xiao Chen: "The predecessors are like gods, the great era is coming, hell will start immediately, and the king should go home." ”