Murong Xiaotian did not follow the ghost warrior immediately. Instead, he walked around for a whole morning after eating and drinking. He was probably familiar with the terrain. When the sun was about to rise, Murong Xiaotian walked towards the direction pointed by the ghost warrior unhurriedly. We walked in that direction. After not walking far, we saw a simple house built with trees on the edge of the jungle.
"Ha. Big brother, you came to me so quickly. Is there anything you can do for me? Of course. Apart from that matter." The ghost warrior stood at the door of the wooden house and looked at Murong Xiaotian with a smile.
"Oh. I don't need your help. I'm just lonely and helpless. Come to your side and keep you company." Murong Xiaotian was about thirty meters away from the ghost warrior. He stopped. Then he pointed to the spot and said with the same smile: "Don't worry, I won't get in your way. I'll just build a wooden house here. You live your life, and I live mine. Don't interfere with each other." "
"Oh. This place does not belong to my family. Please do it. Please do it." The ghost warrior waved his hands to Murong Xiaotian repeatedly.
"That's good. Hehe." Murong Xiaotian did not go to cut down trees to build a house. Instead, he took out pots and other things from the Ring of Chaos. "People are iron and rice is hard. You won't be hungry after one meal. Panic. I said, brother, you don’t want to light a fire to cook." Murong Xiaotian picked up branches and set up a bonfire, while loudly greeting the ghost warriors.
"Haha. Brother, you don't have to tempt me. It's useless." The ghost warrior was actually very good at seeing through Murong Xiaotian's tricks at a glance. He also lit a bonfire in front of his wooden house and rushed proudly. Murong Xiaotian shouted: "The magic deer meat I roasted is no worse than your roast chicken. Do you want to try it?"
"Forget it. I can't eat that kind of bland food without seasonings." Murong Xiaotian waved his hand from afar. After setting up the pot, he took out various foods from the Ring of Chaos and began to make them carefully. He got up. At the same time, he said fiercely in his heart: "Damn it, I don't believe you still have these things like oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar. When I burn these things until the fragrance spreads ten miles away, I don't believe you can still live there." gas."
This really made Murong Xiaotian guess right. Although the ghost warriors had no shortage of meat to eat, they just roasted the monster meat they had beaten. After eating the food without any seasoning for a long time, it really faded away. Bird.
Under Murong Xiaotian's deliberate and careful firing, the rich fragrance began to spread. That's not all. Murong Xiaotian took out the best pure brewed Huadiao from the Ring of Chaos and opened the seal of the wine jar. Mud. Immediately the fragrance spread for ten miles.
At this time, the ghost warrior couldn't sit still. When had he smelled such a fragrance? Especially the aroma of wine. It made him swallow his saliva.
"You little bastard. Isn't it obvious that you are here to seduce me?" The ghost warrior felt a little uneasy.
Murong Xiaotian still felt that it was not enough. He simply made a jar of wine and poured it on the ground. This time, the smell of wine became even stronger.
"Hey, big brother, you have a lot of wine, so you can't use it to waste. Hey, such a good wine, what a pity." The ghost warrior finally lost his temper.
"Hey, you can't help it anymore." Murong Xiaotian smiled in his heart, but said calmly on the surface: "What do people want to do with their lives? It's nothing more than living a carefree life. As long as I like it, I'm happy. "This little wine doesn't matter." Murong Xiaotian said and smashed another jar of wine on the ground. "Haha." He laughed.
"Stop smashing his grandma's wine. It's such a waste. Why don't you give it to me to drink." The ghost warrior finally couldn't bear it anymore. The smashed wine made him feel pain.
"Brother, I actually pity you." Murong Xiaotian started a psychological offensive while drinking heavily and eating meat.
"You call me pitiful." The ghost warrior was a little dissatisfied.
"Aren't you pitiful?" Murong Xiaotian said disdainfully: "Look at you. You are dressed like a beggar. Don't say you are level 51. Even if you are level 100, you are useless. Isn't that enough? Live your life like this. Have you never thought about going out? Have you never thought about truly walking your own heroic path and creating your own legendary life? If you are just going to waste your life like this, I still don't want to go out. I advise you to wipe your neck and forget it. There is no point in living anymore anyway."
"You don't need to preach here. You think I haven't thought about what you said. You just want me to help you deal with the Thousand-Year Flame Leopard. But let me ask you. Even if you solve the Thousand-Year Flame Leopard Leopard, can you guarantee that I can walk out from here?" The ghost warrior walked from his house to Murong Xiaotian.
"Yes. I dare to promise you with my life. As long as we deal with the Millennium Flame Leopard, we can definitely get out of this 'mirage land'." Murong Xiaotian picked up a jar of wine and threw it to the ghost warrior. Then he did not forget Added: "Feel free to eat. Feel free to drink. It's my treat. There is absolutely no bargaining involved."
The ghost warrior listened to Murong Xiaotian's words. He was stunned for a moment. Then he opened the wine seal. He raised the wine jar and drank a few sips. Then he sighed and said, "I said big brother. It's not that I don't understand." What is the mission of a hero? I also want to leave here and walk a heroic path of my own. But one cannot overestimate one's capabilities. Knowing that it is not possible, one still has to force himself to die. Do you think so? I can tell you clearly. If you, just the two of us, are to deal with the Thousand-Year Flame Leopard, it’s just like hitting an egg against a stone. There is no chance of winning. And you don’t know yet. To deal with the Thousand-Year Flame Leopard, you have to even count the four-headed demon birds. We have no chance of winning. There's no chance at all. It's not worth it to die even if you know it's useless."
"Then what if we add its power." Murong Xiaotian waved his hand and summoned Xiaobai.
"Wow. Boss. There are so many good things. It tastes better than my ration. Wow. When did there be another beggar?" As soon as Xiaobai came out, he opened his beak and shouted randomly. .
"Mythical beast level." The ghost warrior saw Xiaobai's eyes light up, but he still shook his head: "It's a pity that the level is too low. It still doesn't work."
"But we still have nearly a month of preparation time." Murong Xiaotian said without any discouragement: "We don't necessarily have to fight against the Thousand-Year Flame Leopard and the Four-Headed Magic Bird. We can think of ways. Move more. Brains. Use our wisdom to defeat the Millennium Flame Leopard and the Four Demonic Birds. People live a lifetime, do something and not do something. To live here for the rest of their lives, why not make a big bet on it. "
The ghost warrior's face showed excitement. His eyes turned uncertainly. Apparently, he was moved by Murong Xiaotian's words. He was fighting fiercely in his heart and was hesitant.
"Think about it. What's the difference between being here like this and the living dead? Why don't you go out and do it in a big way? Even if you fail, you have no regrets. At least, you can leave it in your life. A glorious page has been written." Murong Xiaotian stepped up his psychological offensive.
"Okay. The worst case is death. His grandma's. I would rather die in battle than wait to die." The ghost warrior suddenly stood up and said to Murong Xiaotian: "Follow me. I will take you somewhere..."
Murong Xiaotian quickly picked up the things on the ground and set off with the ghost warrior. The ghost warrior walked forward without saying a word. He seemed careless, but his speed was very fast. Murong Xiaotian estimated that he should be with the ghost warrior. Guaiguai Long's speed was about the same. But Murong Xiaotian could see that the ghost warrior did not use his full strength.
"How are your leg strength?" The ghost warrior seemed to have figured out Murong Xiaotian's thoughts immediately. He pointed to a place on the edge of the plain in front where a river could be seen vaguely: "Have you seen that river? It's called the Tianhuan River. Let's see who gets to the Tianhuan River first." As soon as the ghost warrior finished speaking, his body suddenly became faster. His whole body really looked like a ghost. He floated out mysteriously, as fast as lightning.
"Okay. Let's compete. Who is afraid of whom?" Murong Xiaotian laughed. The Phantom Drift stretched to the limit and rushed out like lightning. It was no slower than the Ghost Warrior.
"Why don't you compare with me?" the little white monster shouted. He spread his wings and a white light pierced the sky. In the blink of an eye, Murong Xiaotian and the ghost warrior were left behind. In an instant, there was only a white dot left. That speed. It can only be described as perverted. It doesn't even think about it. If we only talk about speed, except for the super mythical beast Colorful Phoenix, no player, NIC or mythical beast or super mythical beast can compare to the snow god who has reached the peak of his adult level. carving.
Murong Xiaotian and the ghost warrior rushed to Tianhuanhe in a flash. The two were evenly matched. But Murong Xiaotian knew that he actually lost because his Phantom Drift relied on his power. It consumes magic points to support him. When he ran here, his magic points were almost exhausted. If the road had been longer, he would definitely lose.
"Yeah. Not bad. He's not even level 30 yet. It's quite rare to be able to compete with me." The ghost warrior nodded approvingly.
"Well, all my magic points are used up. If the road is longer, I won't be able to compare with you."
"You can't say that. Don't forget. I can get more than twenty levels of attribute bonuses than you. If you reach my level, you will definitely be much faster than me."
"Oh, you two, stop bragging here. I've been waiting for you for a long time. You are so slow that you still have the nerve to say it here." Xiaobai screamed strangely in the air.
"Let's do this, Xiaobai." Murong Xiaotian raised his head and looked into the sky: "Come down. I will break off your two wings. Let's compare again to see who is faster, you or us."
"No way. Boss..." Xiaobai almost fell down from the air.
"Haha." The ghost warrior also felt the intimate atmosphere between Murong Xiaotian and Xiaobai. He smiled and said: "Let's go. We haven't reached the destination yet. When we get there, you have plenty of time to play around." Ghost After the soldier finished speaking, he took Murong Xiaotian upstream along the Tianhuan River. There was no need to look downstream. The endless plain was unforgettable. I don't know where the Tianhuan River leads to this day. But it was not far upstream. I saw a big mountain. The mountain was lush and green, and the scenery was beautiful. It was in sharp contrast with the snow-capped mountains behind the forest where the ghost warriors lived. One resembled the style of the southern country, and the other resembled the frost of the northern country.
"Spectacular. Much more spectacular than the waterfall in Sanguozhuang." Following the ghost warrior to the upstream end of the Tianhuan River, Murong Xiaotian sighed repeatedly. A large waterfall nearly a hundred meters wide came from a height of several thousand feet. The flow is flying down. The sound is booming, like thousands of horses galloping. It makes people's blood boil. It is surging.
The Phantom River that day was formed by this waterfall flowing down.
"The spectacular thing is yet to come." The ghost warrior chuckled, waved to Murong Xiaotian, jumped a few times along the big rocks in the water in front of the waterfall, and finally disappeared behind the waterfall with a flash of his body.
"Damn, the water flowing through this waterfall will get my beautiful feathers wet, and I'll get out of my way." Xiaobai let out a weird cry and got back into the pet space.
Murong Xiaotian also imitated the appearance of the ghost warrior. After a few ups and downs, he finally used the leaping technique and ducked behind the waterfall.
"The grass is too strong." Murong Xiaotian was immediately shocked when he flashed behind the waterfall. Behind the nearly 100-meter-wide waterfall, there was actually a large waterfall about 50 to 60 meters wide and about 30 meters high. The strangest thing about the cave is that there is a silvery-white stream of light floating at the entrance of this super giant cave. It is hazy, illusory and real. It makes people unable to see the situation in the cave. And the most shocking thing is Murong Xiaotian's soul. It's not just these. It's the four words on the rock wall above the cave: The Realm of Fantasy.
Those characters are like a horizontal inscription, carved on the top of the cave from left to right. Each character is as big as two floors. The dragons are flying in the wind, as if they are four monsters entrenched there.
"Damn. Is this still something a human can do?" Murong Xiaotian looked at those four words and shook his head with emotion.
"It's shocking, isn't it? Don't worry, there are more fun things." The ghost warrior smiled again, stretched out his hand to grab Murong Xiaotian's arm, and ducked into the silver stream of light...
