After everyone selected their factions, the originally harmonious atmosphere suddenly became more subtle.
The door of the cave also rumbled, raising dust and sand, revealing the dusty heritage relics.
No one stepped into the cave first.
Everyone is not stupid, and they know very well that going in first is not necessarily a good thing.
The later you go in, the more profit you might be able to reap.
When everyone is almost done fighting and their cultivation is exhausted, how about picking up the leaks?
Everyone's thoughts were good, but things went counterproductive. The cave door could only be opened for two breaths, and a dark wind blew out from inside, and a beast roar came from inside.
An extremely powerful suction force suddenly appeared outside the cave, sucking everyone's bodies, making it difficult for everyone to resist.
The next moment, everyone felt like the world was spinning and they fell into the cave one after another.
"boom!"
The door was closed heavily, and there was silence outside, as if no one had ever been there.
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Zhao Wujiang seemed to have been to this place.
There were wooden houses around, animal skins hanging on the railings, and a bonfire not far away, but there was no one there.
At this time, several wooden houses and tents were burning, and the flames were raging.
He was puzzled. Is this the ruins?
What about the rest?
He seemed to feel something, and looked up with side eyes. He was shocked to find that three giant hands stretched out from the gray sky, as if they were stretching out from outside the world.
Covering the sky and blocking out the sun.
A giant hand with gray knuckles and only three fingers, like an eagle's talons, was grabbing at him.
He flew away and ran away, grabbing a piece of earth where he was before with his big hands, the sand rolled and the vegetation collapsed.
He was confused and fearful, and the other two giant hands kept grabbing something on the ground.
One has six fingers, which are extremely black, and the backs of the fingers are covered with black-brown hair.
The other one is as slender as jade, like a woman's hand.
Zhao Wujiang shook his head hard, as if he had seen this scene before.
"careful!"
Someone yelled, and just when Zhao Wujiang was slightly distracted, an old figure rushed over and pushed Zhao Wujiang away. The two of them rolled on the mud and dodged a falling boulder.
Zhao Wujiang looked at this old figure and his eyes trembled.
This old man has a kind face that makes people get close to him, with pale hair. He is wearing linen clothes and a tiger skin, and an ancient xun is tied to a rope around his wrist.
Zhao Wujiang remembered that he had seen it before.
He had seen countless fleeing figures in the Demon Locking Tower, including this old man.
"Which tribe are you a child of?" The old man pulled Zhao Wujiang:
"Why are you standing there, let's go!"
The ground shook, and Zhao Wujiang's mind was also shaking.
He was in a daze, and his intuition told him that this must be true. It was an illusion.
But he clearly knew it was an illusion, but for some reason, he didn't feel any rejection at all and allowed the old man to grab his wrist and run away.
The earth keeps shaking and collapsing, and the three hands stretched out from the sky seem to want to destroy all life in the world.
"Old man, what do you call me?" Zhao Wujiang also ran away.
"Meng Linlu." The old man said in a deep voice, his eyes constantly searching around, full of doubts.
The old man didn't understand why only this strange young man was found here and not other tribesmen or people from other tribes?
After running away for an unknown amount of time, it was no longer possible to see the three giant hands that destroyed the world. The old man Meng Linlu came to a mountain range with several huts in the mountains.
He anxiously entered the courtyard where the hut was located, breathed a sigh of relief, and strode towards a man and a woman.
Zhao Wujiang followed behind him. When he saw the man and the woman, his expression suddenly froze, and his heart turned upside down.
Both of them were wearing traditional ancient clothes. The girl was wearing a long skirt and braided braids. Her eyes were bright and clear. There was also an ancient xun tied to the girl's wrist, with only nine holes.
I met the young girl Zhao Wujiang in Youdu.
And he felt that he must have seen the man before. He was so familiar to him, but he couldn't remember him for some reason.
"Little baby, come here." Meng Linlu waved, and Zhao Wujiang walked forward with heavy steps.
The girl suddenly cried out in fear:
"Dad? Who are you talking to?"
