It seems to be just a moment, and it seems to be a century -old long ...

Di Allen's hand left the balance, the elf priest took a deep breath, and said slowly: "Next, put things that need to be exchanged to the right of the balance"

Di Allen put his hand on the top of the right side of the balance, and a cold flashed passed by, breaking through his wrist, and the silver -gray blood poured down immediately, like Yongquan, fell on the balance.

Feng Qinglang just stood there, watching it close at hand, and she was so shocking. It was so pure silver gray, that was the purest high undead demon ...

The elven priests just stared quietly, seemed to be mentally prepared for a long time, and did not move.

And the Emperor Emperor on the opposite side frowned slightly, and I didn't know what I thought ...

The most weird is that a large amount of silver -gray blood fell on the right tray on the right, and there was no sound, no sound, and no silver -gray blood overflowing the tray, like the shallow tray, it was simply a deep bottomless bottom.

Container.

Di Allen's complexion is gradually pale, but his expression is still calm. The balance that has been balanced finally has a trace of trembling.

Feng Qing's mind can't help shaking the ancient legend. If the balance is imbalanced and the dead will be resurrected, you must put down the equivalent things ... Is it his own blood?

Flowing such a large amount of blood, most people have died long ago. However, but Di Allen still stood straight, but his face was pale as paper. Looking at the blood flowing from his wrist, there was a faint signs of red.

The complex look.

But at this time, Tianping suddenly turned up again. The elf priest looked in the show, and drank: "The imbalance of the mystery is to balance the balance with the power of life."

In the altar of the legend of the Elf World, in front of this destiny balance, Feng Qinglang never thought about it. He had the opportunity to play the person who decided to decide the fate of Di Allen.

The key to the problem is that neither he nor Dongdi Tian understands the power of life. What is the same as the colorful stars around them are like crazy, distorting various vortex nebula, and a large number of light spots are distorted in the distortion.

Broken and broken ...

But both of them are very human, and based on the power of this star, each of which each uses its own law. Feng Qinglang is the power of time and space. Dongdi Tian is the power of space and darkness.

Go to the exhibition and force to stop rotating that day.

The balance, it really stopped, but the silver -gray liquid that has been unable to overflow, under the force of violent blocking, poured a lot, staining the large star stars under the feet.

Di Allen and the elven priests are full of frustration.

The elven priests bowed deeply and apologized, whispered: "Sorry, Lan Xueyun will not do it well."

Di Allen shook his head sadly, his face was exhausted, and he still calmly said: "No, just because of my descent, it is not enough to exchange ... Highness, do we have the next chance?"

This question failed to wait for the answer, because the whole world solidified there

Just braking, it is not like the previous memory fragments, gradually hazy and blurred, but directly like a three -dimensional glass, suddenly cracks in front of the eyes, the pink body shatter bones, and the fragments of the glass are sputtering in all directions ...

Feng Qinglang felt that one of the fragments, which reflected the scale, was shooting toward him. He wanted to dodge and escape, but he couldn't use any strength in his body. He was about to be penetrated by the glass. The whole world solidified again, and all the glass rolled back.

But when he returned, the world was completely restored, and he had actually returned to the time and space of the real world.

In all directions, there was green and scarlet lake water. The blood-stained lake water poured into Feng Qinglang's nose, making him so embarrassed that he quickly held his breath. It seemed that a large number of sea beasts were still rushing towards a certain direction, and there were several ferocious beasts.

It just passed over his head and ignored him.

Dong Ditian, who was in front of him before, Hui Yue not far away, Li Yi Nuomian and others have disappeared. It seems that they were scattered in all directions under the impact of the memory vortex.

Fortunately, Nan Xinghun was not far away, lying on a large patch of water plants with her eyes closed. She had obviously fainted. Feng Qinglang swam over quickly, dragged her, and quickly floated to the water.

The air on the water was so fresh, and the sky above was also full of stars, but Feng Qinglang faced it with a completely different mood. While coughing, he held Nan Xinghun in one hand and swam to the shore, estimating the time.

Although they have spent a long time in the vortex of memory, from the perspective of the outside world, it only lasts for a few breaths.

On the shore of a small island, Feng Qinglang, who was full of exhaustion, woke up Nan Xinghun with a little haste. Nan Xinghun vomited out the lake water in her belly in embarrassment. Feng Qinglang patted her on the back and couldn't help but smile: "Alright?"

OK, we are all alive"

But Nan Xinghun didn't make a few jokes to celebrate his survival as usual, but looked at the starry sky slightly blankly, like a person who has just woken up from a big dream, and it seems that he has not yet come out of the dream world.

Feng Qinglang couldn't take care of Nan Xinghun's mood at this time, and whispered: "Xinghun, maybe you are tired, but we are leaving soon. If anything happens, we can talk about it on the way. We are going southeast. I'm afraid we will have to wait for a while.

Take a swim."

Everyone under the lake is like an enemy or a friend, but Feng Qinglang is never willing to fall into the hands of any of them.

Nan Xinghun was dragged by Feng Qinglang and ran for a short distance before he finally realized what he was doing and said softly: "Qinglang, let me carry you."

With just a slight tug, Feng Qinglang, who was only in the physical training stage now, had no chance to protest. She was thrown onto her back lightly. Nan Xinghun's foot was just a tap, and he was already several feet away. The speed was at least faster than before.

several times, most

Surprisingly, after running for a while, he saw traces of another island in the southeast. Nan Xinghun took off directly into the sky without being too high-profile. He just flew at a low altitude. After landing on the island, he landed again, carrying Feng Qinglang on his back.

Continue to gallop away.

Feng Qinglang was pleasantly surprised and said: "Xinghun, have you already broken through to Zhenwu?"

Nan Xinghun tilted his head slightly, finally smiled, and said softly: "I wasn't sure at first, but now it seems, yes."

Feng Qinglang said uneasily: "But it seems that your mood is quite low. Did you encounter something that made you sad in the whirlpool of previous memories?"

Nan Xinghun ran in silence for a long time. Feng Qinglang didn't rush her, but just waited quietly. Finally, Nan Xinghun softly responded: "Before, I have stepped into the perspective of a woman many times, and her story is difficult to understand.

Delightful…”

Feng Qing frowned and doubted: "Who?"

Nanxing Soul low -channel: "Feng Yue Dance."

Feng Qing's brows frowned deeper. This woman was the ancestor of their Feng's pulse. Thousands of years ago, the last year of the silence of the silence, I was resentment with Dongdi Tian En.
Chapter completed!