Chapter 812 Memory Fragments
After everyone selected the camp, the originally harmonious atmosphere became subtle in an instant.
The gate of the cave also rumbled and pushed, raising dust and sand, revealing the dusty heritage ruins.
No one took the lead in stepping into the cave.
Everyone is not stupid, they know very well, and it may not be a good thing to go in first.
The later you go in, the more you may be able to make a profit.
When everyone is almost done fighting and their cultivation is exhausted, how good is it to pick up the bargains?
Everyone's idea was good, but things went against their wishes. The gate of the cave was only opened for two breaths, and a cold wind blew out from it, and a beast roar came.
The 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 dizzy and fell into the cave.
"boom!"
The door was closed heavily, and there was no sound outside the door, as if no one had ever come.
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Zhao Wujiang seems to have been to this place.
There are wooden houses around, animal skins hanging on railings, and a bonfire not far away, but no one is there.
At this time, several wooden houses and tents were burning, and the flames were raging.
He was puzzled, was this the ruins?
What about the others?
He seemed to feel something, and looked up sideways, and he was shocked to find that three giant hands were stretched out from the dark sky, as if they were stretching out from outside the world.
Covering the sky and the sun.
A giant hand with a grey and blue knuckle like an eagle claw and only three fingers was grabbing him.
He flew away, grabbed his original place with his big hands, grabbed a piece of land, the mud and sand rolled, and the grass and trees shattered.
He was puzzled and fearful, and his other two giant hands kept grabbing something on the earth.
One of them has only six fingers, which is extremely dark, and the back of the fingers is covered with black and brown hair.
The other one is as slender as jade, like a woman's hand.
Zhao Wujiang shook his head hard, it seemed that he had seen this scene somewhere.
"careful!"
Someone roared, and just as Zhao Wujiang was slightly lost, an old figure rushed over and threw Zhao Wujiang away. The two of them rolled on the mud and dodged a falling rock.
Zhao Wujiang looked at the old figure and his eyes trembled.
The old man's face was kind and made people feel close to him. His hair was pale, he was wearing a veil dress and a tiger's skin, and a rope on his wrist.
Zhao Wujiang remembered that he had seen him.
He had seen countless escaping figures in the Demon Locking Tower, among which the old man was.
"Which tribe are you a child?" The old man pulled Zhao Wujiang:
"Why are you standing there? Let's go!"
The earth shook, and Zhao Wujiang's mind was also shocked.
He was a little dazed, and his intuition told himself that this must be certain, it was absolutely true, it was an illusion.
But he knew it was an illusion, but for some reason, he had no sense of repulsion and allowed the old man to grab his wrist to run away.
The earth kept shaking and collapsed, and the three hands stretched out from the sky seemed to want to destroy the creatures in the world.
"Old man, what do you call me?" Zhao Wujiang also ran and fled.
"Meng Linlu." The old man said in a deep voice, his eyes searching around him, and he was full of doubts.
The old man didn't understand why only this strange young man was found here, and no one from other tribes or people from other tribes were found?
I don’t know how long I ran away, but it is difficult to see the three giant hands that destroyed the world again. The old man Meng Linlu came to a mountain range, with several small houses in the mountains.
He anxiously entered the courtyard where the cottage was located, breathed a sigh of relief, and strided towards a man and a woman.
Zhao Wujiang followed behind him. When he saw the man and woman, his expression suddenly froze and his heart was overturned.
Both of them were wearing ancient clothes, the girl was wearing a long skirt, braided, her eyes were lively and clear, and there was also an ancient monument tied to the girl's wrist, with only nine holes.
The girl Zhao Wujiang has seen it in Youdu.
He felt that he must have seen the man, he was so familiar, but for some reason he couldn't remember it.
"Little kid, come here." Meng Linlu waved and Zhao Wujiang walked away heavily.
The girl suddenly spoke in fear:
Chapter completed!