But he is obsessed with what the king of God said.
It’s an old saying that people are dripping with water, and when Yongquan reports that he is struggling to find the magic mountain grottoes, it seems too sentimental to refuse her now because he learned from Meng Mei that he is better at leveling.
Is a little smile "then what are you waiting for? Let’s go."
Mengmei heard that the young face reappeared with a sneer and quipped, "Look, we are mutually beneficial. After I promise, you still have a lot to thank me for."
Meng Meng’s younger sister went ahead and shouted, "The mountain is the western suburb of the capital of death, but there are teachers there who can take us to Death Valley."
Chapter 122 Crescent assassin
The mountain top of Yimo Mountain is huge, and it goes straight into the sky like a sword.
Perhaps there are similarities in the peak of the mountain. Liang Ping’s thoughts once again returned to the main peak of Magic Rock High, which was the closest and most distant day with Mo Yu.
Intimacy to alienation is only an instant.
Just like this prosperous continent, all people and things are extremely fickle, which often makes people feel unprepared.
Walking all the way to the mountain, there is no vegetation or life at the root of the rugged mountain road, but there are some traces of burning on the road surface.
My heart can’t help but feel a thrill.
Is it true that the climate is pleasant and there are no living things in it?
I was about to ask Meng Mei suddenly sighed, "How did you say that such a well-preserved magic mountain was burned into this virtue?"
"A thousand years ago?" Liang pingkou asked
"Yes, thousands of years ago, blade master Xizhuang and blade master Gongsun were worried about the battle. Before this war, Xizhuang practiced fencing, but it was a blow that burned the whole mountain of magic in flames. The whole mountain of Warcraft was burned alive."
"ah? It was another thousand years ago. "
Liang Ping is becoming more and more curious about things thousands of years ago.
But I don’t know Meng Mei didn’t go on talking.
Devoted to dust has also remained silent Liang Ping naturally refused to go in.
I wondered to myself what kind of power it would take to make this mountain bigger than Mount Tai so bare and barren for thousands of years.
However, the answer is like a broken kite from groping.
At that time, three people were silent.
Without some nonsense, the pace will be more brisk, about two hours’ walk, and finally I walked from the top of Mount Yimo to the foot of the mountain.
Looking up from the foot of the mountain to the top of Yimo Mountain is really a sense of unattainable danger.
It’s hard to believe that someone can walk on the cliff unless he walks in person. Only those who have walked know that there are many rugged paths in the seemingly smooth cliff. If you persist, you will definitely reach the top of the mountain.
"alas!"
Liang Ping sighed lightly. If you can climb this mountain from here in this world, you will definitely think it is a great thing.
But in the prosperous mainland, this kind of thing is insignificant.
Follow in that footsteps of Meng Mei, they pas through the dense forest at the foot of Yimo Mountain.
The dense forest is a crystal clear stream.
Without mushrooms, I suddenly felt more silent all the way, and suddenly I thought of ink defects. If she were here, I would not be lonely all the way.
Look at the beauty beside you who is a peerless girl. I want to eat for several times, but I always feel that there is an insurmountable gap with her.
Or maybe I saw her kill her own child with her own hands, and from that moment on, I felt that she was a ruthless woman.
Outside the dense forest is a desolate lawn, where the sunshine is particularly eye-catching. In the dense forest, there is nothing but weeds.
Meng Mei said, "That is the western suburb of the capital of death."