Not only people in martial arts, but even Li Er, Chen Ao and other worldly people felt a bit of crisis.
“It seems that the disaster Mr. Chu mentioned is about to begin after all.”
On the bank of the Yellow River, Li Erhan was fishing alone.
Jin Bao and Yin Bao beside him were also full of worries.
They advised Li Er to return to Yunzhou.
On Yunding Mountain, Ye Fan once set up a big formation for them there, no matter how big the danger is, he should be able to deal with it.
Li Er shook his head, “Under the overturned nest, are there any finished eggs?”
“This time, it should be the end.”
“At that time, even Yunding Mountain will not be able to defend it.”
“Let’s go.”
With a sigh of emotion, Li Er suddenly stood up.
“Where are you going? Back to Yunzhou?” Jin Bao asked.
“Go to the border of Yanxia, and pay homage to Mr. Chu.”
“It’s been a year, and it’s time to see it.”
Li Er’s words were heavy.
Not long after, a black car left the land of Jiangdong.
a long distance away.
Hot summer at the southern border.
Here, there used to be the highest mountain range in the world, the Himalayas.
However, since the big explosion a year ago, some of the mountains here have been razed to the ground.
Here, there are only ruins and messes all over the place.
However, on top of the barren ruins, there was a low tomb with a wordless tombstone on it.
In front of the tombstone, a white-haired man sat there.
He didn’t pay attention to the nuclear pollution warning sign next to him, instead he was still facing the tombstone, drinking alone.
“Ye Fan, it’s been a year.”
“You don’t know what the martial arts world is like now?”
“Just like the land where you fell, there is only ruins left.”
“It would be nice if you were still alive.”
“If you want to live, those ghosts and ghosts will not be so lawless.”