After dodging the desert storm, the crowd quickly left the narrow passage ravaged by the storm, and they came to a wide flat land, it is hard to imagine that under such a dilapidated desert castle, there is a different world, and the whole thing is like another new world; There were small raised dirt bags everywhere, and the whole surface was potholed, as if the ground had been plowed by an intercontinental missile; Everyone collapsed on the lump of dirt one after another, although their senses were not comfortable, and some of them were a little uncomfortable, but they were really tired.

At this time, Maimaiti asked Alimu to count the number of people present, and the news that made everyone present feel a little gloomy was that the original team of twenty people was now only nine people left! For those players who disappeared, everyone knew that they were all lying on the sand outside forever and would never get up again······ Of course, if they really get up, they won't go up and give them another affectionate hug, but how far they run.

Chen Kai, who was idle, was also panting, in order to be able to save everyone, he used the sword technique, but under the blow of the fierce sand storm like a dragon, and the wall directly above their heads also cracked at the same time, and the yellow sand was cathartic like a hanging waterfall; In such a crisis situation, Chen Kai's consumption is also huge, and now his body value is about to bottom out!

Leaning on the adobe and taking the mineral water thrown by Alimu, Chen Kai drank it all in one go, and only then did he feel the burning sensation in his throat dissipate slightly; Looking up, he looked up at the old man Maimaiti, whose calf was scratched by a hard stone because his feet were slippery.

He stepped forward and said to him, "Uncle Maimaiti, I have a way to help you recover from your injuries quickly, but there are some strange things, so don't be afraid." The old man smiled slightly, and the wrinkles on his face were squeezed into one place, "Xiao Kai, you are not an ordinary person, right, when you saved us, you were the magic of the legendary sword immortals, what is it called, right?" Hehe, your uncle and I also traveled inland when I was young; I've also seen that kind of magical alien, come on, Xiao Kai, you just let it go, your uncle and I are not ignorant people. ”

Chen Kai nodded, took out a handful of yellow paper with a twist of his palm, and then took out the brushes, cinnabar and other things used to draw the talisman from the system space, and then drew the talisman in the blank faces of the remaining few people. Just with a flick of the wrist, a flick of the wrist draws the basic healing charm; With a wave of his hand pinching the sword finger at his wound, the talisman turned into a blue light and sprinkled on Maimaiti's wound, and the speed visible to the naked eye was recovering!

The old man looked at his wound that had already scarred after a while in surprise, and said with a smile, "So amazing? It seems that Xiao Kai, if you go to be a doctor, you must be top-notch! Chen Kai also smiled, suddenly as if he remembered something, and asked Maimai, "By the way, uncle, what do you mean by the desert emperor just now?" ”

Hearing Chen Kai ask about this, the rosy face of the old man Maimaiti's original smile gradually faded, and was replaced by a miserable face, as if this topic was an indescribable taboo! The old man opened his mouth a few times, and his lips moved and moved, and finally decided to sue Chen Kai; With a long sigh, he told the legend of the desert emperor.

It turns out that the legendary Emperor of the Desert was a mortal emperor blinded by arrogance and arrogance, and his name was Azir; Azir, who has a supreme right to rule over the scorching desert, has always believed in the supremacy of imperial power, and he believes that the most important thing is that as an emperor, he must have completely sincere subjects, and as an emperor, he does not act, but gives orders.

The soft, hazy light of the eve of dawn flowed through his city. The brightest stars still twinkle above, though they will soon be swallowed up by the rising sun. The night sky didn't quite match Azir's memory: the stars no longer coincided with the constellations. A thousand years have passed. With each step, Azir's heavy scepter struck a lonely note that echoed through the empty streets of the capital.

The last time he walked this path, he was accompanied by a guard of honor of 10,000 elite warriors, and the cheers of the crowd shook the city. It was supposed to be his shining moment - but it was stolen.

Today, it is the city of the dead. Where are his people?

Azir evokes the yellow sand on both sides of the road in a soaring and majestic gesture to form a living sculpture. The sandman looked ahead and raised his head towards the massive solar disk. It hung above the Ascending Throne half a league away, and even when no one could see it, it hung silently, revealing the glory and power of Azir's empire.

Yes, Azir is not human, he was a thousand years ago, but now he has no human body, and he once pursued the eternity of life; For this reason, he asked a "immortal" from the east for advice, and the thin man in the black robe couldn't help but beg him day and night, and finally gave him an alternative cultivation method, if you practice that kind of exercise, although there will be many drawbacks, but there is also the possibility of ascending to the immortal world.

Under the control of the desire for eternal life that originated in his heart, he learned the method of cultivation, even if it would cause him to lose his human body and condense in the dust, even if it would bury all the people who belonged to him; Thus the once glorious nation perished and dissipated under his storm of sand.

He became the king of the desert, ruling over the desert, and without the human people who had a limited and short life, he had a new courtier composed of sand! His domination of the desert is beyond anyone's imagination! He used these abilities to manipulate the ministers of the sand to build a palace for him and build a platform for ascension! He still enjoyed the authority of the emperor.

But after a long time, he also began to get tired of it, and as Azir walked through the path of the emperor, the subjects molded by the yellow sand pointed to the solar disk, and their joyful expressions turned to horror. Their mouths were wide open, they let out silent screams, stumbling around and running, they were wiped out by an invisible wave of energy, and turned into dust and passed away with the wind.

Azir's spirit became more concentrated, and his march became more resolute. He reached the foot of the Ascension Stairs and began to climb five steps at a time.

Only his most trusted soldiers, priests, and those of royal blood were allowed to climb the steps. The sand of his most favored figures stood in a row along his route, their faces turned up and weeping silently with twisted faces before they were also carried away by the storm. He ran, climbing the steps at an unmatched pace, his claws digging into the piles of stones, carving ditches in his path. The sandmen rose in his footsteps, and then disappeared again.

He reached the top. There he met the last circle of spectators: his closest deputy, his advisor, the High Priest. His family.

Azir fell to his knees. His family was right in front of his eyes, and such a perfect recreation was heartbreakingly exquisite. His wife was still pregnant with the child, his shy daughter was clutching his wife's hand, and his son, who was about to become an adult, stood tall and tall, and the invisible had reduced them to nothingness.

It was too much, but there were no tears in Azir's eyes. His soaring posture forever took away his ability to express grief through this simple act. He stood up with a heavy heart, the question still not solved, he moved forward a little, hesitated at the next step of the high platform, and watched the qiē reappear in the form of yellow sand in front of his eyes.

He saw himself rise in mortal form under the sun's disk, arms outstretched, and his back arched. Power passed through him and poured into his body, and divine energy filled his body. The relentless impact of the yellow sand flickered, and Azir turned, the first rays of the new morning shining right on the solar disk above, and the sandy figure crumbled and dissipated behind him. Azir raised a hand, and a pair of his elite warriors emerged from the yellow sand at the foot of the Ascension Steps.

He became the king of the desert who could summon the "servant warriors" who could be transformed from sand, forgetting the curse he had once made on the country, forgetting that it was he who destroyed his kingdom with his own hands and buried his people; Now he is in a state of extreme paranoia, and he wants to kill everyone he sees, because he subconsciously thinks that those people are ruining his country!

"Huh~~~ Since then, there has been an additional rule on the desert: do not enter the barren sand at will, and do not take the underground castles and palaces lightly; Because there is a desert killer roaming here, few of the people who are seen by the desert emperor can escape!! Alas, if it weren't for the strange whirlpools outside, I wouldn't have brought you in; Who knows that we are so unlucky and broke into the territory of the Desert Emperor, alas~~" After telling Chen Kai about the legend of the Desert Emperor, the old man Maimaiti also felt quite helpless to Chen Kai, expressing his helplessness for his luck this time.