Xiao Jin has heard them say before that this is not the human space for them to live, so they have to go out here to really leave. Moreover, the two largest Warcraft races here have been completely offended by them, so it is not easy to survive.
, the only way is to leave here.
"Before the master became a senior, he studied the issue of space. I remember he said that where there is a lot of gray grass, the space will be thinner. Gray grass generally likes to grow on wet rocks or big tree poles.
, we can pay attention to it." Xiao Jin thought for a while and said.
Brahma Luo was stunned for a moment, then she looked happy. She knew what gray grass was, because they saw the gray moss on the rocks when they came in. She immediately said: "Great, let's look for these places after rescuing Xingchen.
, otherwise I will be trapped in this place for the rest of my life."
"That's not possible. A powerful person with high rank can tear apart the space. However, generally when there is no target, the space torn out is a space crack. The chance of hitting another space is very small. If it is the same place
, it is normal for the space to be torn apart to shorten the distance." Xiao Jin explained.
The three of them suddenly turned into bitter faces. The rank was too far away for them. Now Xiao Diao and Xiao Jin do not have the original strength, and it is impossible to tear apart the space. Her energy jade card only has one chance. If she makes a mistake,
It's really a big trouble.
"Don't worry, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge." Brahma Tianluo smiled at Huang Yurui and Mu Yu who were confused, "You think, the two spaces appearing under the Jedi Cliff Valley mean that the place we came in must also be a space.
Weak area, let’s go back in that direction to look for gray grass.”
Huang Yurui and Mu Yu both nodded. When they came out, they were chased and they didn't have the chance to pay attention to that place. Maybe it was the weak point of the space that Xiaojin mentioned.
"By the way, after saving Xingchen, do you still want to steal the Spirit Gathering Grass?" Huang Yurui asked.
Xiao Jin immediately said: "Of course, but for the matter of stealing the Spirit Gathering Grass, it only needs me and Xiao Bodhi to go."
Brahma Tianluo was silent for a moment and said: "Save Xingchen first. I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on for that long. These emperor ants are too cruel." Although Brahma Tianluo seemed fine on the surface, she was always worried in her heart. She didn't know that Mo Xingchen was being tortured.
What has it become?
At this moment, Mo Xingchen was forging a third-level sword by a refining pool in the back mountain refining area. His handsome face was a little haggard, but a deep and solemn light flashed in his pair of black eyes.
It had been eight days since he was captured here. He didn't know if Brahma Tianluo and the others were okay, but he believed that she must be thinking of a way to save him, and since he was willing to surrender in exchange for their escape, he naturally had his considerations.
In the past few days, he had also figured out that this place was the back mountain of the Imperial Ant Clan's base camp, a forbidden area, and to his surprise, the weapon-refining cave here contained a complete range of items. The preciousness and quantity of the materials shocked him.
But what surprised him the most was that there was actually a human weapon refiner here. This man had been locked inside for countless years. He looked haggard and very old, but he was in good spirits. The overseer of the Ant Royal Family treated him like
Like one of his own, he was completely free to do so, and unlike him, he had to complete a number of weapons, and he would suffer if he couldn't complete them.
This old man's name was Abel. He hardly spoke and spent all day knocking in the cave. When he saw Mo Xingchen, he had no other expression except for a flash of sympathy in his eyes.
On the second day after arriving, Mo Xingchen had to start working. He kept refining weapons beside the high-temperature refining furnace. There was a three-star saint-level strongman guarding him at the entrance of the cave. If he failed to complete the task, he would
A red-hot iron left ugly marks on his back.
After eight days, there were already four iron marks on Mo Xingchen's back.