"If worries are like congestion choked in the throat, then your obsession is like a shackle that binds your soul," the soft voice said softly, "As long as you let go of your obsession, everything will be solved naturally."

Feng Qinglang took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice: "As long as I commit suicide, I can escape from this false world, is that true?"

"You are trying to design a trap for me, and then surround me and all my logic. First, you have to believe from the depths of your soul that all this is just a false maze. Since everything is false, what's the point?

What about the things you can’t let go of? As long as you are willing to believe in me wholeheartedly, I can help you. Come on, child, come to me..."

Feng Qinglang had to admit that the soft voice was full of persuasive power, but the strange behavior of transporting a group of strong undead made him frown again. To a certain extent, their souls were

The fire had been extinguished, and their own orders were their only guide to moving forward. But now, they turned back in confusion and looked at the place where Death Chant was buried.

"Are they planning to dig out the things they just buried?" When Feng Qinglang asked, he found that his order was of no use. The undead transport team staggered directly towards the location where the God of Death chanted.

go.

Feng Qinglang immediately rushed forward and knocked them all down with a few palms. He no longer dared to discuss the sound any more, turned around and galloped towards the road down the mountain.

Deep in my mind, the soft voice sounded again: "That is why this false world wants to keep you. It is your preconception that I must have a conspiracy, so you saw that weird scene before."

Feng Qinglang couldn't help but stop again, but he immediately bit his tongue, rushed out of the white mist with hatred, and ran down the mountain quickly. The voice was still determined to persuade him calmly: "My child, please turn back now.

, there is still time..."

These words were heard over and over again, and Feng Qinglang almost asked De Allen from the depths of the spiritual sea to jointly resist this confusing voice.

Finally, after finally leaving the mountain peak, the sound slowly receded, but Feng Qinglang still couldn't help but think about whether it was possible to reach another world according to what he said. So, did he really reach the real world, or did he go there?

Another parallel space...

He didn't dare to think about it any longer, fearing that he would lose his mind and run back again.

My whole body was soaked to the bone, and I'm afraid I wasn't that tired after fighting ten peerless experts in a row.

With a hoarse voice, he shouted: "The whole army retreats"

The undead army retreated hundreds of miles away before Feng Qinglang wrapped his fingers and pressed the remote control button for the chant of death.

A ball of silver-gray light suddenly penetrated the sky and the earth, and was extremely dazzling. Not only the undead army witnessed this shocking scene, but also the human garrison in Stormwind Fortress to the west, and the orc army in Lieyang Lake to the east.

This is a unique fireworks.

The light beam rapidly expanded outwards, like a blooming rose of light. The deafening roar was only then transmitted to the ears. Almost all living creatures could not help but cover their ears, ushering in the state of deafness.

Even though they were hundreds of miles apart, the aftermath of the light beam was still full of power.

The undead army was blown this way and that by this sudden violent airflow, and became a mess.

The undead canopy on the sky was also blown into chaos, and holes were blasted out in many places by the airflow. The dazzling sunlight suddenly poured in from the holes, causing large numbers of undead to fall, and the last fire of life disappeared.

And in death, the body melted in decay, and many low-level skeletons were directly turned into ashes in the sunlight...

The strong ones among the necromancers quickly stood up again and chanted incantations to reshape the dark sky and fill the gap.

For a moment, the scene was extremely chaotic. Feng Qinglang looked to the south and felt that the previously magnificent existence had completely disappeared. It would become a deep pit and a new relic scenery on the Pandora Plain.

The undead, who previously would not mourn even if they died, suddenly began to mourn in unison, as if they instinctively felt that an important part of their lives had disappeared...

Feng Qinglang looked back to the north, looking at the so-called tens of millions of his kindred, and sighed in his heart, what is the point of living like the undead in such a life form, and just surviving like this unconsciously? Do you have to spend tens of millions of years of walking dead waiting for an illusory thing?

Hope, that is the meaning of life?

He suddenly wanted to tear apart the curtain of the undead and make the undead clan cease to exist.

An undead wizard reported in a buzzing voice: "Great Commander, this airflow injects new power into our dark sky, which is enough for us to maintain this for thousands of years. This is a successful saint worship."

Feng Qinglang sighed, and finally gave up the impulsive thoughts that flashed through her mind, and said indifferently: "This is also the last time to worship the dead. From now on, there will be no Tricia in Pandora... Next, we will withdraw to the world of the dead.

In the next thousand years, no one is allowed to go south without my order."

The four envoys of the undead agreed in unison.

City in the sky.

With Veenno's support and public opinion building momentum, Tang Xuan was in the spotlight for a while.

All people with a keen sense of politics have realized that the Tang family's entry into the royal family has become an irreversible fact. Looking back, the most bizarre thing in the world is this. The Di Dynasty has been fighting for so long, and the person who finally ascended the throne finally

, it was the Tang family that was about to sunset, and the person who proclaimed the emperor was actually Tang Xuan, who was believed to have never recovered from his fall many years ago.

For a long time in the past, Tang Group has been claiming that they have no collusion with the rebels. However, facts speak louder than words. Tang Group uses facts to tell everyone that this is their most successful political investment and the most brilliant collusion in thousands of years.

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After a royal meeting known as democratic voting, Tang Xuan basically established his position as the first heir, and only waited for an auspicious day to officially ascend the throne.

At this supposedly joyful moment, Tang Xuan was sitting in a corner of the palace, drinking wine. There was no one in the entire gorgeous courtyard except Anu.

"...Brother Tang Xuan, you must choose someone to be the future queen." Anu accompanied the other person to have a drink with the moon, "You have been reading the list for a long time, have you come to a conclusion?"

Tang Xuan remained silent and drank another cup.

Anu sighed. Tang Xuan's first love died of illness many years ago before he was selected into the genius training camp. Not long after, his sister Tang Rui also returned to the stars. He had begun to fear that people would have feelings for each other and thus have feelings.

Got involved.

"If you don't say anything, I will choose one for you."

"Hey, aren't I thinking?"

"You have been thinking about it for too long, and you have to start learning to call yourself me."

"Haha, good, I think, if I really ask you to help me choose, you will definitely choose this." Tang Xuan tapped Wu Yunella's name with his fingers, "Aren't you afraid that Qinglang will fight me hard, dare to put this name in
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