Chapter 839： Ancient ruins without retreat (5) (1/2)

‘Xiao Shao. ”

‘Screaming. ”

‘Dragon. ”

‘Narmin. ”

‘Purple Shadow. ”

'storm. ”

Soon, everyone's hands were held in pairs, forming a circle. The hearts of all were settled, and they no longer panicked.

The time seemed particularly long. I didn't know how long it had passed. A loud noise suddenly exploded under them, and a turbulent stream of space immediately wrapped them.

Turning in circles, a weird picture flashed in front of everyone's eyes, from the dark black hole to the desert where the yellow sand flew, and then suddenly turned to the marshland filled with poisonous mist, and then returned to the hand with no fingers Black hole.

‘What a weird cave! ”

Everyone has not yet understood the scene that appears to be a space shift or just an illusion. The strange turbulent flow of space suddenly disappears, and everyone slowly falls, and their feet fall to the ground.

The soft sunlight fell on everyone, warm and comfortable.

They haven't shaken God from their gurgles yet, ‘gurgle. ‘A delicate voice sounded at the feet of everyone, and a round figure leaped suddenly into Qing Muer ’s arms, stretched out comfortably.

‘Ball! ‘Qing Muer exclaimed, holding the ball tightly, with faint tears in his eyes,‘ but scared me to death! ”

Ziying walked over to touch the little head of the ball and exclaimed in surprise: ‘This little guy is so spiritual that he stayed at the exit waiting for us. ”

When the mind was completely settled, everyone looked at everything in front of them.

What caught everyone's eyes was a winding gray stone road. The road was not narrow, but it was definitely not spacious. I don't know where it ends.

On both sides of the stone road are towering mountain walls, with strange stone ridges on the mountain walls, and occasionally a few unknown small flowers swaying on it, dotted with this monotonous color.

‘Here, the power of the soul ca n’t be far away, everyone must be extra careful. ”

Along the way, from Xuefeng to the Black Cave, the power of the soul is limited, so Xiao Yan only frowned slightly to remind everyone.

Long Yuan nodded, and the lightning gun in his hand flashed, and walked ahead. Today, Long Yan's defense is well-deserved first among the crowd, and he naturally wants to be the first striker.

Xiao Yan took Qing Muer's hand closely behind him; Nan Erming stepped back slightly, signaled that Ziying was going ahead, followed closely by himself; followed by the storm; Xiao Xiao pad.

Along the greystone path, everyone walked cautiously for thousands of kilometers. The grass was gradually disappearing on the roadside. Occasionally, I saw a few tall trees and the leaves were not green. I still don't know how many autumn and winter accumulated on the trunk. The meaning of killing.

‘Why not even see the shadow of Warcraft? It's strange. ‘Dragon is scratching his head uneasily.’ Is n’t there any Warcraft here? ”

‘Well, this place is so quiet that it ’s unreliable…’ Nan Erming looked up and looked at the gray stone walls on both sides, and his eyes were full of doubts.

Xiao Yan stopped and said, ‘Jing? It's about to move. You see. ”