The Prison Cow would love to make friends with himself.

Meng Xiang is still a little forced in his heart at this point.

Moreover, as the team leader, the guy Prison Niu has an elegant and stable personality and is a trustworthy person.

So Meng Xiang told the Five Tiger Generals what he knew about the Nine Continents.

At first, the Five Tigers couldn't believe this fact.

That mysterious god clan is the enemy?

Both the Totem Clan and the Celestial Wing Clan are their creations, and only now that their memories have been erased, will they live in harmony in the Nine Continents?

These facts were too shocking, but when Meng Xiang gave them the unconfused nature and let them taste the memories that Meng Xiang had obtained from the Taigu Pearl, they all believed it.

As for attitude?

"I don't care what our race was like before, I just know that I live in the Nine Continents now, this continent is our home, and I will protect the continent at all costs! ”

These are the exact words of the imprisoned cow.

The other three were of the same mind.

As for Gombuo... His dwarf race is the native race of the Nine Continents, but now that it is extinct, it has to be classified as a totem race, so it is worth trusting.

With this attitude towards the five of them, Meng Xiang decided to form an alliance with the five of them.

"I'll go to the Immortal Clan first to see if I can get some useful clues, and you go back to the Second Continent first to investigate who is collecting the Elven Clan's words. Since the guy who collects the words is doing things secretly, there must be a reason why he can't be made public, in this case, when you investigate, the bigger the movement, the better, so that you can contain that guy!"

"Also, you five, be careful! the headquarters of the Witch Cult is likely to be on your second continent. Use this to notify me as soon as you encounter a danger that you can't handle!"

Before leaving, Meng Xiang gave five of them, each with ten messenger paper kites.

If you guessed correctly, in the Second Continent, Meng Xiang felt that he was going to have a duel with the Witch Sect there!

"We do things, don't worry!"

The prisoner cow smiled and accepted the paper kite, and led his team into the portal.

Maybe the trust in him is out of affection for another prisoner cow.

Looking at his slowly fading back, Meng Xiang was also full of emotion in his heart.

I hope that what happened to the prison cow I know will not happen to this prison cow again.

It doesn't matter which version of the myth.

Whether it is Shuyuan Miscellaneous Records, Sheng'an Collection, Shanhai Jing, or the reality of my own cognition, the prison cow is by no means an evil party, but it does not get good results.

Is this a curse?

Meng Xiang hoped that he would be able to break this curse.

"Mr. Meng, are you really leaving?"

Behind the scenes, Rou Xinyue, who saw her off, stepped forward and asked with some reluctance.

"Hmm. Meng Xiang nodded and said goodbye to her with a very gentle smile.

The matter of the elven clan has ended, but the matter of Meng Xiang has not.

Meng Xiang has to face the witch cult, the god clan, and the demon!

Meng Xiang knew that this was something he had to face in his fate, and instead of escaping, it was better to take the initiative!

When everything is done, think about retirement.

"When it's all over, I'll come to settle in the elves, and you have to keep a place for me. Meng Xiang smiled and disconnected himself from the Sky Tree.

Rou Xinyue was very reluctant, she lowered her head, pursed her mouth, and hesitated for a long time.

"I will, you must be careful, if there is anything you need help from the elves, tell me, the elves will help you at all costs. ”

In the end, she still gave the greatest promise she could.

"Thank you. ”

With a simple thanks, Meng Xiang walked into the portal with a solemn look.

Target: The Fourth Continent Immortals!

"Have a nice trip. ”

In front of him, before the screen switched, Meng Xiang saw the reluctance in Rou Xinyue's eyes, and also saw her most sincere blessings.

As Mingtian wishes, he should live happily in the future.

Meng Xiang closed his eyes and accepted the teleportation.

Rumble!

With the violent streamer, Meng Xiang felt that his body was torn apart and reorganized.

It's not that it hurts, it's just that it feels weird, but fortunately, it's not that he hasn't used the mainland portal, and Meng Xiang can adapt to it.

As the streamer gradually faded, Meng Xiang wanted to see the scene in front of him clearly.

Is this the Valhalla?

This situation made Meng Xiang feel a chill.

Stone... Stone... Or a stone ...

Compared with the sixth continent of the elven race with beautiful scenery and pleasant climate, the fourth continent of the heroic spirit race is inevitably too much... Barren, right?

In front of me, there is an endless plain, yes, it is a plain, there is really nothing.

If you sweep away the gravel everywhere, you can use it as an airport runway.

Mountains, no, rivers, no, basins, no, nothing!

There are only endless plains and gravel everywhere.

The oppressive sky is full of dark clouds that will never disperse, and from time to time a few lightning bolts will be streaked, which is strange and scary.

"This place is haunted, so desolate?" Meng Xiang shuddered with some fear.

The temperature is perfect, perfectly kept at 0 degrees, perfect you can measure with any precision equipment without any error.

"Welcome Lord Meng Xiwang's Soul Alien Body to our Fourth Continent!"

Thirty-six neat voices suddenly came from behind, and the frightened Meng Xiang almost fell to the ground.

Looking back, what Meng Xiang saw was thirty-six... Ghost?

The lower half of the body is like smoke, floating in the air forever, and the appearance of the thirty-six people is about sixty years old, only the first heroic spirit is different.

The leader LinkedIn Ling, whose face was distorted, as if he had been severely burned, was glued together, not to mention his appearance, it was difficult to identify what race he was when he was alive.

The races are also different, some are humans, some are orcs, some are elves, some are demons, and even a dwarven heroic spirit.

Let me tell you, the dwarf is only seven inches tall, and after Nima became a ghost, he lost his lower body, and he was only three and a half inches left, and he was as small as a mouse who had only been mutated by radiation.

More than three and a half inches long? One inch is more than three centimeters, and three and a half inches is eleven centimeters... The size of the national standard of a square switch socket is only ten centimeters...

Wow, so cute, so pocket-sized...

I can't laugh, I can't laugh! I want to respect him!

"Poof..." Meng Xiang covered his mouth, trying not to let himself laugh, his face was red like a tomato.

The dwarf Heroic Spirit twisted his head, as if he didn't understand why Meng Xiang was smiling when he saw him.

Then again...

Meng Xiang took a closer look at the thirty-six ghosts, and looked like that, they should be from the Heroic Spirit Clan.

They all bowed their heads to themselves and remained motionless, as if they were very respectful.

No, didn't the prison cow say that they didn't welcome any visitors?

This respect made Meng Xiang a little uncomfortable.

The atmosphere was so quiet that it was embarrassing.

There were thirty-six of them, as if they were waiting for Meng Xiang to say something.

"Uh... That one...... In the future, don't suddenly talk behind people's backs, people are scared to death. ”

Meng Xiang broke the silence.

The human heroic spirit at the head raised his head, seeming a little confused: "But the problem is... We're not human. ”

Meng Xiang: "... ”

"Anyway, why do you look like you're waiting for me? You know I'm coming?"

Looking back at their attitudes, Meng Xiang couldn't help but be a little curious.

The Prisoner Bull said that the Immortal Clan does not share any knowledge and technology, does not help people, and does not ask for help, they obviously have the ability to close their Fourth Continent, but they do not close it, but at the same time, they do not welcome any visitors.

But now it seems that they welcome themselves.

This made Meng Xiang very puzzled.

"Yes, we are waiting for you. ”

The leader of the heroic spirit stepped forward and said, "Meng Xiwang's prophecy, at 10:15:41 on July 12, 31245 in the continental calendar, you will come. ”

Meng Xiang was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly took out a Wanjie Clock from his storage space and glanced at it.

Damn, isn't that now?

Meng Xiwang prophecy?

He prophesied 30,000 years ago that I would come to the Immortals today?

"In other words, Meng Xiwang wants you to welcome me?" Meng Xiang was very curious.

Meng cherishes people's hopes, Meng Xiang can be sure that this is definitely not the real world's self, because the real world's self has been polluted by demons.

But Meng Xiwang's soul is almost exactly the same as himself.

This made Meng Xiang very curious, who is this person named Meng Xiwang?

"No, it's not that Meng Xiwang wants us to welcome you, but..."

An unfathomable smile appeared on the human spirit at the head: "It's you who let us welcome you." ”

"Huh?"

"Please come with us to the library, we have everything ready for you, Lord Meng. ”

Big... My lord?

Meng Xiang, who had never been called an adult in his life, was quite confused.

With deep doubts, Meng Xiang followed the thirty-six Heroic Spirit Clans to the library in their mouths.

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