The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Xiao Chen walked across the Gobi at swift speed like carrying two little chicken cubs.

The speed was appalling, and the two beauties were numbed by the violent turbulence.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, can you slow down?"

Jin Xiangyu's grotesque voice sounded, Xiao Chen felt a little bit of pity and pity for jade, and the two black masks covered the two of them, so that they were protected from the wind and sand.

The distant Tuantuan Moyun covered the dome, dim as the end of the world.

The storm was howling, and I could still hear the panic screams of everything in my ears.

The vast desert was lifted by the violent wind, and waves of sand and mist swept across the sky, as if "ping sand and yellow into the sky".

The gale, the black gale, just blew without warning, the sky was dim and the ground was dark, and the people who were blowing were standing like bones.

Xiao Chen ran to the center of the desert, ran, and stopped.

Xiao Chen squinted his eyes and looked at the scene ahead, and laughed out, "Sure enough, there is something!"

The two people who were put down were not as relaxed as Xiao Chen at all, and even a little frightened.

Because they didn't know how to describe the scene in front of them, and even if Xiao Chen didn't block them in front, they would definitely stay away from this place without saying a word.

In the distance, the sky was suppressed, and huge black tornadoes were roaring wantonly.

The black tornado is like a dragon crawling out of the abyss, reaching the sky and rolling up thousands of miles of wild sand, just like the end of the world.

Jin Xiangyu looked at these black tornadoes, and she didn't know when she had already burst into tears.

The fat orange in her arms screamed softly, seeming to comfort her master.

Xiao Chen looked at Jin Xiangyu, smiled and shook his head. This is a woman with a story.

I want to come too, living in this ghost place, and turned into a living corpse, it must be a person with a story.

Xiao Chen waved his hand and removed the mask from the second woman, and then a huge black mask appeared, covering the three of them.

In the mask, the wind was calm.

Xiao Chen patted Jin Xiangyu's head gently, like an elder.

"Are you interested in telling your story?" Xiao Chen asked, anyway, now the demon wind is blowing, and there is nothing to do at leisure.

Jin Xiangyu wiped her tears, shook her head and nodded.

Jin Xiangyu squatted halfway on the ground, looking at the black tornado in the distance, his whole person was lost in memory.

The story is actually very simple.

At the end of the Tang Dynasty, when the spirit of heaven and earth was not exhausted, there was a couple of gods and goddesses.

The man's name is Zhang Yunting, and the woman's name is Jin Xiangyu.

The two lived in seclusion in the mountains, living a life inconsistent with the world.

But one day, the enemy family came to the door, and the two of them were forced to flee.

At the time of life and death, he was forced to enter this small cave.

Although Xiaodongtian is a piece of yellow sand, it also has oasis, and it is not impossible to survive.

The two settled here until one day, a black wind blew in the desert.

Like a black wind, the two of them almost stood apart. In order to protect the woman, the man used his last strength to send the woman out of the gale.

And the man was buried forever in the black dragon city under the yellow sand.

Later, the woman kept watching here, hoping that one day, the black tornado would be blown up again, scraping out the legendary city, so that she could find her own man.

The story is very simple, even a bit boring.

Xiao Chen had heard a lot about this kind of story of a silly woman watching a man, and there was no fluctuation in his heart, and he even wanted to laugh.

Xiao Chen knew the reason why Jin Xiangyu's strength was stronger than many people.

It has existed since the Tang Dynasty, and it can be said that the strength is stronger.

"Got it."

Xiao Chen waved his hand boredly, this story was far worse than Vulcan's.

Xiao Chen was more interested in this Black Dragon City than this story.

Jin Xiangyu rolled his eyes, didn't you want to hear the story? Now it's boring again, and the good atmosphere is completely destroyed.

Xiao Chen asked curiously, "What is the Black Dragon City in your mouth?"

Jin Xiangyu thought for a while and said: "This is a legend. According to legend, there was a dragon burned, killed, and plundered in ancient times.

The body of the evil dragon turned into a black dragon city, buried under the yellow sand forever with its endless treasure.

Legend has it that every thousand years, black tornadoes will blow up above the desert, and the black dragon city buried in the ground will be blown out by the black wind.

There have always been countless treasure hunters who have entered this small cave to find the Black Dragon City, but it seems that no one has ever succeeded. "

Xiao Chen rolled his eyes, what **** black dragon, isn't it the buried Feng Bo Feilian?

Xiao Chen thought about it for a while and then he was relieved. I don't know how long this legend has passed, and it has been passed down from generation to generation.

Xiao Chen looked at the saint again, and asked curiously: "Little beauty, you're not in your Holy See, why are you here in this horrible place?"

The saint scratched her head in embarrassment: "I was guided by God to find the lost artifact."

Ugh? How could the Western Angel Clan’s artifacts be in this ghostly place? Could it be that Fei Lian was really a big robber, robbing all the world’s angel clan’s artifacts?

Xiao Chen felt funny, and sat down on the ground, waiting for the black tornado to dissipate, so that he could enter the black dragon city and wander around. Maybe he could really find something good.

"Lao Jin! When will this demon wind blow?"

Xiao Chen sat for a few minutes, feeling a little boring.

Looking at this impatient guy, Jin Xiangyu was a little confused, how could such a person with a naughty heart be so powerful.

"Three days, this black dragon scroll will take three days to scrape."

Xiao Chen jumped up like a needle stabbed in his buttocks.

"Three days? Shit!"

Xiao Chen's patience has never been very good.

Xiao Chen stepped out of the cover in one step, and said angrily: "If you scrape for three days, the **** thing will get moldy."

"Come back soon, it's dangerous outside." Watching Xiao Chen walk out, the saint was a little flustered.

Perhaps she had forgotten that Xiao Chen had been protecting them all the way, very relaxed.

Seeing those black tornadoes that looked like giant dragons, a fierce aura swept out of Xiao Chen's body.

"You shave Lao Tzu quickly."

Jin Xiangyu's face is full of black lines, is this tornado your family raised, let it hurry up.

Xiao Chen said, pressing his hands on the ground, his whole body was black and lifeless, violently rising.

The black death spirit kept spinning and shrinking, forming a palm-sized, spinning mini tornado next to Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen straightened up, grabbed a small tornado, and threw it far away.

Jin Xiangyu and the saint saw the most incredible scene in this life.

The little black tornado rushed out extremely fast.

That little tornado seemed to have incomparable power, drawing all the yellow sand where it passed into the sky.