As a dignified demon king, how can Wang Chen walk.

The golden-horned leopard that took him to the desert naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity to please the demon king, and ran to Wang Chen's feet, obediently leaned down, and waited for Wang Chen to ride up.

"Hey, this kitten is very cute!" Feng Qing couldn't help but want to touch the golden horned leopard when he saw the golden horned leopard, its golden coat color and fluffy hair.

I heard that the golden horn leopard wants to die, he is a leopard, not a cat.

But the woman in front of her, but the person next to the demon king, she didn't dare to be presumptuous, and even learned to roll on the ground with a cat, opened her mouth, and held it for a long time before she let out a scream, like a cat but not a cat.

"Forget it, just ride him!" Wang Chen looked at a domineering and mighty lion standing in the distance, shook his head, and turned over and rode on the body of the golden-horned leopard.

Then he stretched out his hand and pulled Feng Qing up.

Like a little woman, Feng Qing sat in Wang Chen's arms, her cheeks red to the root of her ears.

"Let's go!"

As Wang Chen set off, hundreds of thousands of demon beasts got up and followed behind them, with a monstrous momentum.

In the desert, what happened in the Five Poison Tribe naturally spread quickly, and those small forces heard about it, and they hid in various camps, not daring to go out, and some of the bold ones had already prepared generous gifts and planned to go to curry favor.

As for the five major tribes, they are as stable as Mount Tai, a rising five poisonous tribe, and it is a fool's dream to shake them.

On the way, Wang Chen led the army and passed through one force after another.

All of these forces were absorbed by the Five Poison Tribes, and the number of the Five Poison Tribes expanded to nearly 20,000 for a time.

As for the Moxing Patriarch, his face was also becoming more and more ruddy day by day, he never thought that one day, he would be able to be so majestic, looking at the two figures walking in the front, his heart was full of gratitude.

Perhaps, he can really do it, dominate the desert and become the overlord of the desert.

On this day, Wang Chen and his team passed through a tribe, Wang Chen did not let the army move, but got up with great interest, alone and defeated the leader of the small tribe.

In the end, the little leader of the tribe, with a face of unwillingness, crushed the talisman in his hand and left this ancient battlefield.

There are more and more small tribes conquered, and the resources sent to Wang Chen's hands are also increasing, and just because of the time to hurry, he and Feng Qing were able to cultivate.

Strength is an important rule of survival.

Leaving the territory of the small tribe, the army continued to move eastward, and according to the map, it was still a month's journey away from the Golden Spirit Clan.

And the Jin Ling clan also got the news early, and they are frantically preparing for war, they want to prove to all the forces that the names of the five overlord tribes are not called in vain.

In the desert, the most frightening thing is not the poisonous insects hiding under the yellow sand, but the sandstorms.

Obviously, Lady Luck patronized Wang Chen.

The sky was gloomy and oppressive, and although there was no wind, the yellow sand on the ground flowed like water.

The sky fell silent little by little, and the hovering vultures were long gone.

Most of the people were born in the desert, and no one was more familiar with this vision than they were.

Not long after, Mo Xing, the patriarch of the Five Poisons Tribe, ran towards Wang Chen, glanced at the golden-horned leopard under Wang Chen's crotch with palpitations, and said nervously: "My lord, look at this sky, it is estimated that it will not be long before a sandstorm will blow, we must speed up and find a place to avoid it." ”

An army of hundreds of thousands, in the endless desert, from a distance, is just a small black dot, how can it resist the coming of the apocalypse.

"There's an ancient city ahead, and we're speeding toward it. Wang Chen flipped through the map in his hand, thought for a moment, and pointed to an ancient city and said.

The patriarch of the Five Poisons Tribe nodded, hurriedly left, and gave an order.

In order to hurry up, everyone rode on the body of the demon beast, discarded all the cumbersome things, and rushed straight to the ancient city.

Just after everyone arrived at the ancient city, the sky was completely overcast, and with a gust of wind blowing, the yellow sand in the sky poured into the sky, raging with the wind.

As far as the eye can see, it is less than five meters.

Fortunately, this ancient city has been abandoned for a long time, and it is only a foothold for some wandering merchants in the desert, and it is not inhabited, otherwise it would be difficult to accommodate so many people and monsters.

Outside the ancient city, the wind howled, deafening, and vaguely could roar like a wolf and a tiger.

In the room, Wang Chen sat cross-legged with everyone and adjusted their breath.

Wait for the storm to pass.

The storm in the desert is short for a while, and it is more than a month, and no one knows it in their hearts, but Wang Chen has abundant resources in their hands, and it is not difficult to support them for a month.

He spent ten days in the sandstorm so peacefully, and on this day, suddenly Wang Chen opened his eyes from his cultivation and looked out, full of vigilance in the yellow sand.

At the same time, Feng Qing also stood up, and his keen perception told them that it seemed that something in the sandstorm was approaching them little by little.

"It's an ancient cavalry. The patriarch of the Five Poison Tribe also felt the aura of crisis, and when he stood up, his face turned pale.

The Ancient Cavalry has always been a legend in the desert.

Legend has it that there was a troop of cavalry in the desert, and they did not belong to any faction, and no one would see them, because they were only at the behest of the gods, but wherever they passed, a sandstorm would be raised.

They represent the gods and punish those who disrespect them.

I didn't expect them to actually meet here today.

The danger was approaching, and everyone turned over, holding their weapons tightly, and looked out into the yellow sand.

One figure after another, walking towards them with steady steps.

"Ancient Shadow Cavalry, it's a bit interesting. Wang Chen didn't think so, he wanted to see how powerful these things were that scared everyone into turning pale before they appeared.

Wow, wow, wow......

As the sound of footsteps approached, a black war horse, wearing silver armor, walked out of the sandstorm.

On top of the horse sat a man wrapped in armor and armed with a spear.

Behind him, three people stepped out of the sandstorm and walked in.

There was an invisible momentum, and the persecuted people involuntarily retreated.

Wang Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt danger from the four figures.

It's a little tricky.

It's just that under Wang Chen's perception, he slammed suddenly, and his expression was a little weird.

I couldn't help but look at the patriarch of the Five Poison Tribe and asked, "How long has this ancient ghost cavalry existed?"

The Moxing patriarch was stunned for a moment, he didn't understand what Wang Chen wanted to say, so he had to return: "I have heard the old people in the tribe talk about it since I was a child, and it has been at least a hundred years. ”

"A hundred years?"

Wang Chen's brows furrowed, and his heart was full of doubts, because he felt the breath of life from the bodies of these ancient cavalrymen.

In other words, these people are not ancient people.