Chapter 332

Under the ground of the wasteland, the surface is weathered sand, and there is soil underneath.

The base of the wasteland is densely packed Xiuyan, which is extremely solid and isolated from the outside world.

But no one could have imagined that in this Xiuyan, someone had opened up an underground palace with great skill.

On the surface, it was just a wasteland.

But under the underground palace, there were pavilions and towers, with winding corridors and high eaves.

There was even an underground river running through it, and the scenery there was almost the same as that of the outside world.

Sunlight cannot be received here.

But someone used inkstone as energy and formation as the framework to create an artificial sun.

At this time, the sun was shining with gloomy light, covering the underground river, like flowing gold.

There were also many railings built on the side of the underground river, and there were stone platforms every now and then.

At this time, a recliner was placed on a stone platform, and people were burning incense and brewing tea around.

On the recliner, there was a young man with a pale face, almost no blood in his eyes.

His skin was extremely white, so white that you could almost see the capillaries under his skin.

His long hair was scattered like a waterfall.

At this time, he was wearing a black dragon robe, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, and his face was like a jade crown. He was a handsome man.

He had a refined demeanor and gently waved the folding fan in his hand.

There was a fishing rod in front of him, and the fishing line in front of the fishing rod was still three feet away from the water surface.

"Your Highness is fishing, why don't you put the fish hook down, how can you fish?"

The woman leaning against him was half-dressed, revealing countless romantic feelings, but she was not lewd.

At this time, she looked at Xiaoling Wang Murong Qianshan tenderly and asked softly.

Murong Qianshan continued to wave the fan, but his eyes were fixed on the fish hook, as if there would really be a fish jumping up.

"Have you heard of Jiang Taigong fishing? Jiang Taigong's hook was a hundred feet away from the water surface."

"I'm only three feet away now. If I can't catch any fish, wouldn't I be a waste?"

Murong Qianshan muttered to himself, with a little smile in his eyes, as if he was really waiting for the fish to bite.

The girl was puzzled, but she didn't, just stared at Murong Qianshan blankly.

In her heart, it didn't matter whether the fish could be caught or not, or what method was used.

The important thing was that as long as she could be with Murong Qianshan, it would be great.

Even if she just looked at Murong Qianshan quietly, it was a kind of enjoyment.

"The fish is coming."

Suddenly, the fish hook in front of her shook, and Murong Qianshan's eyes also showed a little joy.

"Where are the fish?"

The girl looked at the water surface, which was still calm, and no fish was stupid enough to jump out of the water to bite the hook?

"Hahaha." Murong Qianshan chuckled, "The fish is not under the water, but on the ground!"

"On the ground?" The girl thought, "Could it be that the dog emperor's people are chasing us?"

"Then should we evacuate first, now..."

The girl also knew the story of Murong Qianshan, but she never thought of leaving.

Because men with stories are charming.

And men like Murong Qianshan are even more fascinating.

Even though she knew she was bewitched, the girl didn't want to wake up.

"It's not my uncle, but an old friend. We have fought many times."

Murong Qianshan murmured to himself, "Speaking of which, in the younger generation, only he is worthy of being my opponent."

Although the two had never met, Murong Qianshan had an intuition in his heart.

That is, in the younger generation, only Shen Wuming is worthy of fighting with him.

The rest...even if it's the prince of Southern Tang, or the princes of Northern Han.

Or the leaders of the younger generation of the various schools of thought, he doesn't take them seriously.

Of course, there is another person, who is considered to be of the younger generation in terms of age.

However, because of her own strength, she has become a unique strong man in this world.

Murong Qianshan knew her, but he never had the slightest desire to learn from her.

That was the female emperor of Northern Han.

Just as he finished speaking, a voice suddenly enveloped the entire underground palace.

"Now such a big show is being made, the stage is ready!"

"Murong Qianshan, don't you plan to come up and sing a line?"

The voice spread from the ground, through the yellow sand, through the stone, and even through Xiuyan.

It kept echoing in the underground palace.

"Who is it?"

The girl quickly raised her head and looked at the ceiling of the underground palace, but her eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the entire surface of the earth.

"I said, old friend."

Murong Qianshan smiled calmly, "Since he is here, let's go out and meet him."

As he spoke, he stepped out, and a chariot suddenly appeared on the river.

The specifications of the chariot are very high.

The surface is inlaid with countless dragon and phoenix patterns, and even patterns of mountains and rivers.

The carriage is made of white marble, and it faintly reveals a domineering temperament.

The strange beast pulling the chariot in front is even more jaw-dropping.

The body of the strange beast is like a lion, but the head and horns are ferocious, and the two plum blossom horns that rise to the sky are like a dragon.

And there are nine of these strange beasts, lined up in front of the chariot.

Nine-dragon chariot!

Whether it is the Central Plains or the grassland country, only the emperor can use such a majestic chariot.

Otherwise, even if you are the prince, it would be an overstep after using it.

But Murong Qianshan had no scruples at all, and stepped slowly on the chariot, "Let's go."

When his voice sounded, the nine-headed beasts roared in unison, stepped out their hooves, and ran out along the underground river.

But at the same time, a "booming" sound of breaking suddenly came from above.

Immediately afterwards, cracks appeared on the Xiuyan rock above the underground palace, which was fixed by the formation.

The cracks were like spider webs, densely packed, covering the entire underground palace.

It seemed that the underground palace would collapse in the next moment, and they would all die here.

"Your Highness!"

The girl exclaimed, and Murong Qianshan's face also changed slightly, even with a little anger.

"What an impolite guy."

Murong Qianshan's face was slightly green, "I said we would have a good fight, but I didn't expect it to be so rude."

"Dare to destroy my underground palace, it seems that I must teach him a lesson later."

At the same time, on the surface.

As Shen Wuming recited his poem, the dark clouds above the sky were already shaking.

As the last command sounded, countless thunders penetrated from the dark clouds and rushed straight to the ground.

"Crack!"

The lightning bolts hit the ground like pillars, and suddenly the ground was blown up.

Like a plow, the entire ground was turned up, and countless mud and rocks splashed.

In just a blink of an eye, hundreds of thunders hit the entire wasteland in unison.

And this is just the beginning.

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