Chapter 84: Dust and yellow

Chapter 84 Dust and Yellow
All the demons, make way for Yang Chen!
This scene made everyone feel unbelievable, and the group of monsters that had been fierce before had all been surrendered to Yang Chen's feet?
He walked slowly, among the monsters, like a king.
That momentum, even the demons must evade.
After that, Yang Chen walked straight into the land of the demon mound in the stunned sight of everyone.
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"I... Am I wrong? Just... Did the monster beast kneel to Yang Chen?"
"I seem to have seen it too!"
"Those monsters... are afraid of Yang Chen?"
Everyone realized this, but immediately afterwards, they were even more shocked!
"Yang Chen!" Ling Yuyao exclaimed and was about to follow. However, before she took two steps, she was held by Wu Jing: "Ling Yuyao, be careful!"
I saw that the demon beast group that was respectful and respectful, the moment Yang Chen entered the land of the demon mound, stood up again, and the fierce color in his eyes regained.
Build an adult wall to keep everyone out...
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But Yang Chen, after entering the land of the demon tomb, the tomb door closed with a "bang", completely sealing Yang Chen's path.
Immediately after hearing only a few "puff puff" sounds, a few dim flames suddenly rose up around him, illuminating the surroundings.
A deep staircase appeared at Yang Chen's feet, and at the end of the staircase was a simple gate.
On the door, the pattern is carved, deep and heavy.
Yang Chen walked in and found out that these patterns turned out to be runes, like tadpoles, gathered on the door, faintly emitting spiritual power fluctuations.
"Is this the formation method from 80,000 years ago... I didn't expect that some people will use it now, this big demon is really unusual."
Yang Chen murmured, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the rune...
Suddenly, a strange scene appeared.
I saw that the door suddenly seemed to be rippling, fluctuating, and visible to the naked eye, those runes were all receding toward the door, one after another, and soon the runes disappeared into nothingness.
When all the runes dissipated, Yang Chen did not hesitate, and directly reached out and pushed.
Crunch-
With a soft sound, the door was directly pushed open.
An empty hall fell into his sight.
Ruins, broken walls, and messy.
A breath of dust rushing toward his face, mixed with a sense of age.
Yang Chen walked into it, picked up a sword from the ground at will, and looked at it: "It was built by Beiming Iron 100,000 years ago...There are still reservations in this hall?"
Yang Chen murmured, put the sword back where it was, then bent down again and picked up something.
This thing is a painting.
In the painting, there is a white robe fairy rising from the wind.
"Huh?" Yang Chen said with a slight smile, "Isn't this the celestial figure that was famous in the past?"
Back then, as soon as this painting was produced, countless strong people were all rushing to get it into the bag.
Unexpectedly, this thing fell into Yang Chen's hands.
And this painting has been kept in his study room.
Unexpectedly, 80,000 years have passed, and this painting has actually fallen into this hall.
There are surrounding decorations, sundries...
At first glance, it may seem ordinary, but if you look closely, you will find that all of these things are the products of tens of thousands of years ago.
Some things that should have been extinct all appeared in the hall.
At this time, a soft voice suddenly sounded in the main hall: "I didn't expect that your little baby is very knowledgeable. You know everything tens of thousands of years ago?"
Yang Chen remained calm, his expression was as usual.
As if expected.
He said lightly: "I was also a figure tens of thousands of years ago. If I don't recognize these things, then these years will be considered a waste of life."
"People from tens of thousands of years ago?"
Hearing this, the voice laughed loudly: "Interesting! Interesting! I didn't expect that in my broken palace, there was a rare guest!"
"Tell me, who are you from tens of thousands of years ago?"
As soon as the voice fell, a big yellow dog suddenly walked out of the corner of the hall, looking at Yang Chen curiously.
I don't know why, when the big yellow dog saw Yang Chen, its body trembled slightly.
A familiar feeling came to my heart.
Yang Chen put down the scroll in his hand and looked at the yellow dog quietly, with a look of remembrance in his eyes.
Suddenly, he sighed and said: "Unexpectedly, it really is you... dusty yellow!"
The big yellow dog's pupils shrank suddenly, looked at Yang Chen incredible, and said, "Do you know me?"
"Don't you know me?" Yang Chen asked back.
The big yellow dog looked terrified, staring at Yang Chen firmly, and said: "Impossible! I have retired from the arena 80,000 years ago, it is impossible for anyone to know me!"
"You are..." The big yellow dog seemed to think of something, and suddenly gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "You were sent by the Empress Hongchen?"
"Red dust..."
Yang Chen murmured, and when he heard the name, his heart was suddenly incomparable.
"Is she chasing you all these years?" Yang Chen asked.
"What to do with you?" The big yellow dog whimpered, and his eyes even showed murderous intent, and said: "Who are you? Why do you know me? Do you still know my name?"
The big yellow dog was a little surprised.
The name Chenhuang could not be known at all except those few people and those people 80,000 years ago.
Let’s talk more about the person in front of me. How can he know what happened tens of thousands of years ago?
"Of course I know." Yang Chen smiled slightly and said: "Dust is yellow and dust is yellow. The word "Dust" is taken from Emperor Stardust, and the word "Dust" is taken from your fur."
Hearing this, the big yellow dog was shocked.
Suddenly tears surged in his eyes.
"Ahuang, you won't forget, I picked this name for you." Yang Chen sighed softly.
Hearing this, the big yellow dog finally broke down completely, tears were out of control, and his face was covered. In the pair of eyes, there was an irresistible sorrow.
"the host!"
Accompanied by a heart-piercing sound, a white-haired old man suddenly ran out from the corner of the hall, looking at Yang Chen in disbelief.
On the face, there are also tears of old people.
"Master, really you?" The old plopped and knelt down, crying bitterly: "You really come back, really come back!"
The big yellow dog was also crying, and suddenly his whole body was surging, turning into an old man with white hair.
Holding a fist at Yang Chen with the previous person, he bowed deeply.
This stoop seems to have spanned thousands of years.
And all the regrets in the big yellow dog's heart seemed to have disappeared with this complete bend, and only turned into a word, slowly spreading in the palace.
"Old slave, I have seen the master!"