Reborn 80,000 Years

Chapter 84 Dust and Yellow

All the monsters, make way for Yang Chen!

This scene made everyone feel unbelievable. The group of monsters who were so fierce before all surrendered to Yang Chen's feet?

He walked slowly, among the monsters, like a king.

With that kind of momentum, even the monsters have to stay away.

Afterwards, Yang Chen walked straight into the Demon Tomb while everyone was stunned.

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"I... did I read it wrong? Just now... the monster kneeled down to Yang Chen?"

"I seem to have seen it too!"

"Those monsters...are they afraid of Yang Chen?"

Only then did everyone react, but immediately after, there was an even greater shock!

"Yang Chen!" Ling Yuyao exclaimed and was about to follow, but before she could take two steps, Wu Jing grabbed her: "Ling Yuyao, be careful!"

I saw that the group of monsters who were originally respectful stood up again the moment Yang Chen entered the monster mound, and the fierceness returned to their eyes.

Build an adult wall to keep everyone out...

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But Yang Chen, after entering the demon tomb, the door of the tomb was closed with a "bang", completely blocking Yang Chen's way out.

Immediately afterwards, only a few "pops" were heard, and suddenly a few dim yellow flames rose up around, illuminating the surroundings.

A deep staircase appeared at Yang Chen's feet, and at the end of the staircase was an ancient door.

On the door, patterns are carved, deep and heavy.

Yang Chen walked in and took a look, only to find that these patterns turned out to be runes, gathered on the door like tadpoles, faintly emitting spiritual fluctuations.

"Is this a formation from 80,000 years ago...I didn't expect that someone would still use it now. This big monster is really unusual."

Yang Chen murmured, stretched out his hand, and pressed it on the rune...

Suddenly, a strange scene appeared.

Suddenly, there seemed to be ripples on the door. Visible to the naked eye, the runes all retreated towards the door, one after another, and soon, the runes disappeared into nothingness.

When all the runes dissipated, Yang Chen stretched out his hand and pushed without hesitation.

crunch——

With a light sound, the door was directly pushed open.

An empty hall fell into his sight.

Ruins, broken walls, a mess everywhere.

A dusty air rushed towards his face, mixed with a sense of age.

Yang Chen walked into it, casually picked up a sword from the ground, and looked at it: "It was built by Beiming Iron 100,000 years ago...there are still reservations in this hall?"

Yang Chen muttered, put the sword back to its original place, then bent down again, and picked up something.

This thing is a painting.

In the painting, there are green mountains and beautiful waters, and a fairy in white robes rides the wind.

"Huh?" Yang Chen let out a slight snort, and said with a half-smile: "Isn't this the map of the immortals who were so famous back then?"

Back then, as soon as this painting was published, countless powerful people flocked to it, wanting to keep it in their pockets.

Unexpectedly, this object fell into Yang Chen's hands.

And this painting has been kept in his study.

Unexpectedly, after 80,000 years, this painting was left in this hall.

There are also surrounding decorations, sundries...

At first glance, it may seem unremarkable, but if you look closely, you will find that these things are all products of tens of thousands of years ago.

Some things that should have been extinct all appeared in the hall.

At this time, there was a soft sigh suddenly in the hall: "I didn't expect you, little doll, to be well-informed, and you know everything from tens of thousands of years ago?"

Yang Chen remained calm, his expression remained the same.

As if expected.

He said lightly: "I am also a person tens of thousands of years ago. If I don't recognize these things, then all these years will be considered in vain."

"A person from tens of thousands of years ago?"

Hearing this, the voice laughed loudly: "Interesting! Interesting! I didn't expect to welcome a rare guest in my ruined palace!"

"Tell me, which character are you tens of thousands of years ago?"

As soon as the words were finished, a big yellow dog suddenly walked out from the corner of the hall, looking at Yang Chen curiously.

For some reason, the moment the big yellow dog saw Yang Chen, its body trembled slightly.

A familiar feeling welled up in my heart.

Yang Chen put down the scroll in his hand, and looked at the yellow dog quietly, his eyes revealing the color of reminiscence.

Suddenly, he sighed and said, "I didn't expect it to be you... Chen Huang!"

The big yellow dog's pupils shrank suddenly, looked at Yang Chen in disbelief, and said, "You know me?"

"Don't you know me?" Yang Chen asked back.

The big yellow dog showed apprehension, stared at Yang Chen firmly, and said, "Impossible! I quit the rivers and lakes 80,000 years ago, it's impossible for someone to know me!"

"You are..." Big Yellow Dog seemed to remember something, gritted his teeth suddenly, and said in a deep voice, "Are you sent by the Queen of the World?"

"Red Dust..."

Yang Chen murmured, and when he heard the name, he felt extremely disappointed in his heart.

"Has she been chasing you all these years?" Yang Chen asked.

"What does it have to do with you?" The big yellow dog whined, and even showed murderous intent in his eyes, and said, "Who are you? Why do you know me? Do you even know my name?"

The big yellow dog was a little surprised and uncertain.

It is impossible for anyone to know the name of Chen Huang, except for a few people and those who lived 80,000 years ago.

Let alone the person in front of him, who is only in his teens, how could he know what happened tens of thousands of years ago?

"Of course I know." Yang Chen smiled slightly, and said, "Chen Huang Chen Huang, the character for dust is taken from Emperor Xingchen, and the character for yellow is taken from your fur."

Hearing this, the big yellow dog was shocked.

Suddenly tears welled up in his eyes.

"Ah Huang, you won't forget, I picked this name for you." Yang Chen sighed lightly.

Hearing this, the big yellow dog finally collapsed completely, and the tears were uncontrollable, covering his face. There was an uncontrollable look of sadness in those eyes.

"Owner!"

Accompanied by a piercing sound, a white-haired old man suddenly ran out from the corner of the hall, looking at Yang Chen in disbelief.

On his face, there were also old tears.

"Master, is it really you?" The old man knelt down with a plop, crying bitterly: "You really came back, you really came back!"

The big yellow dog was also crying, and suddenly the light surged all over his body, and he also turned into an old man with white hair.

He clasped his fists at Yang Chen with the previous person, and bowed deeply.

This bending over seemed to have spanned ten thousand years.

And all the regrets in the big yellow dog's heart seemed to disappear completely with this bending, and it only turned into a sentence, which was slowly circulated in the hall.

"Old slave, I have seen the master!"