The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Xiao Chen passed across the Gobi at extreme speed like he was carrying two chicks.

The speed was appalling, and the faces of the two beauties were numb from the violent turbulence.

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

Jin Xiangyu's voice of reproach sounded, but Xiao Chen felt a little pity for the fragrance and jade, and the two black masks covered the two of them, which saved them from the suffering of the wind and sand.

In the distance, black clouds covered the dome, and it was as dark as the end of the world.

The storm was howling, and the panic-stricken screams of all things could still be heard in my ears.

The vast desert was blown up by the storm, and the sand and mist swept across, straight into the sky, just like "flat sand, wild yellow into the sky".

The strong wind, the black strong wind, just blows up without warning, the sky is dark and the people are blown to pieces.

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

Xiao Chen half-closed his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him, and laughed out loud, "There really is something!"

The two who were put down were not as relaxed as Xiao Chen, and were even a little panicked.

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

In the distance, the sky pressed down, and huge black tornadoes roared wantonly.

The black tornado, like the giant dragon crawling out of the abyss, penetrates the sky and the earth, rolling up thousands of miles of wild sand, the end of the world is nothing more than that.

Looking at these black tornadoes, Jin Xiangyu burst into tears at some point.

The fat orange in her arms cried softly, as if comforting her master.

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

Thinking about it, living in this ghostly place and turning into a living corpse must be someone with a story.

With a wave of his hand, Xiao Chen removed the masks on the two girls, and then a huge black mask appeared, covering the three of them.

Inside the mask, everything was calm.

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

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

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

Jin Xiangyu squatted on the ground, looking at the black tornado in the distance, she was lost in memories.

The story is actually very simple.

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

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

The two lived in seclusion in the mountains and lived a life without contention with the world.

But one day, the enemy 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, there are also oases, and it is not impossible to survive.

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

Like a strong black wind, the two of them almost lost their bones. In order to protect the woman, the man used his last strength to send the woman out of the strong wind.

And the man was buried forever in the Black Dragon City under the yellow sand.

Later, the woman has been watching here, hoping that one day, the black tornado will blow again, and the legendary city will be blown out, so that she can find her man.

The story is simple, even boring.

Xiao Chen had heard so many stories about this kind of infatuated woman watching over men, his heart was not fluctuating, and he even wanted to laugh.

Xiao Chen also knew the reason why Jin Xiangyu was stronger than many people.

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

"It's worth it."

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

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

Jin Xiangyu rolled her eyes, isn't it you who 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 you're talking about?"

Jin Xiangyu thought for a while and said: "This is a legend. It is said that in ancient times, there was an evil dragon who burned, killed and looted.

And the body of the evil dragon turned into the Black Dragon City, buried under the yellow sand forever with its endless treasures.

According to legend, every thousand years, a black tornado will blow above the desert, and the Black Dragon City buried underground will be blown out by the black wind.

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

Xiao Chen rolled his eyes, what kind of bullshit black dragon, isn't it buried by Feng Bo Feilian?

Xiao Chen thought about it for a while and then felt relieved. This legend has been passed down from generation to generation, and it's not surprising that there are some discrepancies.

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

The saint scratched her head in embarrassment and said, "I was guided by God and came to look for the lost artifact."

well? How could the artifacts of the Western Angel Clan be in this ghostly place? Could it be that Fei Lian is really a big robber, robbing things all over the world, and robbing all the artifacts of the Angel Clan?

Xiao Chen found it interesting, so he sat down on the ground, waiting for the black tornado to dissipate, so that he could enter that black dragon city for a stroll, maybe he could really find something good.

"Old Jin! When will this evil wind stop blowing?"

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

Looking at this impatient guy, Jin Xiangyu couldn't understand how such a naughty person could be so powerful.

"Three days, this black tornado will be scraped for three days."

Xiao Chen jumped up all of a sudden, as if a needle had been stuck in his ass.

"Three days? Eat shit!"

Xiao Chen's patience has never been very good.

Xiao Chen stepped out of the hood in one step, and said angrily: "Scratch it for three days, and everyone will be moldy."

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

Maybe she forgot, Xiao Chen protected them all the way, so it was very easy.

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

"Shave me quickly."

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

As Xiao Chen said, he pressed his hands on the ground, and the black death energy all over his body rose violently.

The black dead air kept spinning and shrinking, forming palm-sized small mini tornadoes around Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen straightened up, grabbed a small tornado, and flung it into the distance.

Jin Xiangyu and the Holy Maiden witnessed the most incredible scene in their life.

The small black tornado rushed out extremely fast.

That small tornado seemed to have incomparable power, and it swept all the yellow sand it passed into the sky.

Let’s update two chapters for today’s League of Legends finals. I’ll make up for it tomorrow when I have time. I’m sorry everyone.