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It seems that it is only a moment, and it seems that a century has passed...

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

Di Allen put his hand above the right side of the balance, and a cold light flashed across his wrist, cutting his wrist, and the silver-gray blood immediately poured down like a fountain, and landed on the balance.

Feng Qinglang just stood there, watching from close at hand, it was really shocking to the extreme, such a pure silver-gray color, that is the purest high-level undead demon...

The elf priest just stared quietly, as if he had been mentally prepared and unmoved.

On the other hand, Dong Ditian frowned slightly, not knowing what was on his mind...

The most strange thing is that a large amount of silver-gray blood fell on the tray on the right, and there was no sound, no sound, and no silver-gray blood overflowed the tray, as if the shallow tray was a bottomless tray. container.

Di Allen's complexion gradually turned pale, but his expression was still calm, and the balance that had always been balanced finally showed a faint trace of trembling.

The ancient legend involuntarily flashed through Feng Qinglang's mind. If you want the balance to be out of balance and the dead to be resurrected, you must let go of something equivalent... Now what Di Allen put on is his own bloodline?

With such a large amount of blood flowing out, most people would have died long ago, but Di Allen was still standing upright, but his face was already as pale as paper. Looking at the blood flowing from his wrist, there was a hint of bright red faintly, and his eyes were even more revealing. An extremely complicated look.

But at this moment, the balance suddenly started to turn again, the elf priest's expression changed drastically, and he shouted anxiously: "The secret is out of balance, use the power of life to balance the balance!"

On the legendary altar in the elven world, in front of the balance of fate, Feng Qinglang never thought that he would have the opportunity to play the role of the person who decides Di Allen's fate. He is the person who decides whether Feng Yaling can be resurrected... …

But the crux of the problem is that neither he nor Dong Ditian understand what the power of life is!I just felt that the colorful stars around me seemed to be crazy, distorted into various swirl-shaped nebulae, and a large number of light spots collapsed and shattered in the distortion...

But both of them are very human, and directly based on the power of this piece of stars, each uses its own original law. Feng Qinglang is the power of time and space, and Dongditian is the power of space and darkness. To cast, to force the scales to stop spinning.

The balance did stop because of this, but the silver-gray liquid that had been unable to overflow, poured out a lot under the violent blocking force, polluting the large expanse of stars under its feet.

Di Allen and the elf priest were both full of frustration.

The elf priest bowed deeply to apologize, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Your Excellency Lan Xueyun, it's because we didn't do a good job!"

Di Allen shook his head sadly, with a tired face, and said calmly: "No, just because of my bloodline, it's not enough to exchange...Your Highness, do we have another chance?"

This question could not be answered, because the whole world froze!

In just an instant, it was not like the previous memory fragments, which were gradually hazy and blurred, but directly like a piece of three-dimensional glass, which suddenly split in front of the eyes, smashed into pieces, and the glass fragments splashed in all directions...

Feng Qinglang felt that one of the fragments reflecting the balance was shooting towards him head-on. He wanted to dodge and escape, but he couldn't use any strength in his whole body. He was about to be pierced by the glass, and the whole world froze again, and all the glass rolled upside down. But back, and then the world returned to its integrity, unexpectedly... already returned to the time and space of the real world.

In all directions is the emerald green with scarlet lake water, and the blood-stained lake water poured into Feng Qinglang's nose, causing him to hold his breath. It just passed over his head like this, and ignored him.

Dongditian who was in front of him before, Huayue, Li Yinuomian and others not far away have disappeared. It seems that under the impact of the memory vortex, they were scattered in all directions.

Fortunately, Nan Xinghun was not far away, lying on a large piece of aquatic plants, eyes closed, obviously passed out, Feng Qinglang quickly swam over, dragged her, and quickly floated to the surface of the water.

The air above the water is so fresh, and the sky above the head is also full of stars, but Feng Qinglang faced it in 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 memory vortex, it seems to the outside world that it is only a few breaths.

On the shore of a certain small island, Feng Qinglang, who was full of exhaustion, woke up Nan Xinghun in a little panic, and Nan Xinghun spat out the lake water in her belly in embarrassment. Feng Qinglang patted her back and couldn't help laughing: Well, we're all alive!"

But Nan Xinghun didn't make a few jokes like usual to celebrate the rest of his life after the catastrophe, but looked at the starry sky in a daze, 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 said in a low voice: "Xinghun, maybe you are tired, but we have to leave soon, what's the matter, let's talk about it on the way! Let's go southeast, I'm afraid it won't be long. It's going to be a walk."

Everyone at the bottom of the lake is like an enemy or a friend, but Feng Qinglang is absolutely unwilling to fall into the hands of any of them.

After Nan Xinghun was dragged by Feng Qinglang and staggered for a short distance, he finally came to his senses and said softly, "Qing Lang, I'll carry you on my back."

It was just a light pull. Feng Qinglang, who was only in the training stage, had no chance to protest at all, so she was thrown on her back lightly. Nan Xinghun's feet were just a little light, and she was already a few feet away. The speed was at least faster than before. Several times, the most astonishing thing is that after running for a while, I saw another island in the southeast direction, Nan Xinghun directly soared into the sky, not high-profile, just flew at a low altitude, and after landing on the island, landed again, Carrying Feng Qinglang on his back, he continued to gallop quickly.

Feng Qinglang asked in surprise, "Xinghun, have you already broken through to true martial arts?"

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

Feng Qinglang said worriedly: "But I feel that your mood seems to be quite low. Did you encounter something that made you sad in the previous memory vortex?"

Nan Xinghun was silent and ran for a long time. Feng Qinglang didn't rush, but just waited quietly. Finally, Nan Xinghun replied softly: "Before, I used to assume the perspective of a woman many times. Her story is very difficult. Delightful...”

Feng Qinglang frowned and asked in confusion, "Who?"

Nan Xinghun whispered: "Feng Yuewu."

Feng Qinglang's frown deepened. This woman is the ancestor of their Feng family. Thousands of years ago, at the end of the silent era, she was entangled with Dongditian. According to legend, Dongditian walked on the road of the dead. It was because of her...it seemed just a moment, and it seemed like a century had passed...

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

Di Allen put his hand above the right side of the balance, and a cold light flashed across his wrist, cutting his wrist, and the silver-gray blood immediately poured down like a fountain, and landed on the balance.

Feng Qinglang just stood there, watching from close at hand, it was really shocking to the extreme, such a pure silver-gray color, that is the purest high-level undead demon...

The elf priest just stared quietly, as if he had been mentally prepared and unmoved.

On the other hand, Dong Ditian frowned slightly, not knowing what was on his mind...

The most strange thing is that a large amount of silver-gray blood fell on the tray on the right, and there was no sound, no sound, and no silver-gray blood overflowed the tray, as if the shallow tray was a bottomless tray. container.

Di Allen's complexion gradually turned pale, but his expression was still calm, and the balance that had always been balanced finally showed a faint trace of trembling.

The ancient legend involuntarily flashed through Feng Qinglang's mind. If you want the balance to be out of balance and the dead to be resurrected, you must let go of something equivalent... Now what Di Allen put on is his own bloodline?

With such a large amount of blood flowing out, most people would have died long ago, but Di Allen was still standing upright, but his face was already as pale as paper. Looking at the blood flowing from his wrist, there was a hint of bright red faintly, and his eyes were even more revealing. An extremely complicated look.

But at this moment, the balance suddenly started to turn again, the elf priest's expression changed drastically, and he shouted anxiously: "The secret is out of balance, use the power of life to balance the balance!"

On the legendary altar in the elven world, in front of the balance of fate, Feng Qinglang never thought that he would have the opportunity to play the role of the person who decides Di Allen's fate. He is the person who decides whether Feng Yaling can be resurrected... …

But the crux of the problem is that neither he nor Dong Ditian understand what the power of life is!I just felt that the colorful stars around me seemed to be crazy, distorted into various swirl-shaped nebulae, and a large number of light spots collapsed and shattered in the distortion...

But both of them are very human, and directly based on the power of this piece of stars, each uses its own original law. Feng Qinglang is the power of time and space, and Dongditian is the power of space and darkness. To cast, to force the scales to stop spinning.

The balance did stop because of this, but the silver-gray liquid that had been unable to overflow, poured out a lot under the violent blocking force, polluting the large expanse of stars under its feet.

Di Allen and the elf priest were both full of frustration.

The elf priest bowed deeply to apologize, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Your Excellency Lan Xueyun, it's because we didn't do a good job!"

Di Allen shook his head sadly, with a tired face, and said calmly: "No, just because of my bloodline, it's not enough to exchange...Your Highness, do we have another chance?"

This question could not be answered, because the whole world froze!

In just an instant, it was not like the previous memory fragments, which were gradually hazy and blurred, but directly like a piece of three-dimensional glass, which suddenly split in front of the eyes, smashed into pieces, and the glass fragments splashed in all directions...

Feng Qinglang felt that one of the fragments reflecting the balance was shooting towards him head-on. He wanted to dodge and escape, but he couldn't use any strength in his whole body. He was about to be pierced by the glass, and the whole world froze again, and all the glass rolled upside down. But back, and then the world returned to its integrity, unexpectedly... already returned to the time and space of the real world.

In all directions is the emerald green with scarlet lake water, and the blood-stained lake water poured into Feng Qinglang's nose, causing him to hold his breath. It just passed over his head like this, and ignored him.

Dongditian who was in front of him before, Huayue, Li Yinuomian and others not far away have disappeared. It seems that under the impact of the memory vortex, they were scattered in all directions.

Fortunately, Nan Xinghun was not far away, lying on a large piece of aquatic plants, eyes closed, obviously passed out, Feng Qinglang quickly swam over, dragged her, and quickly floated to the surface of the water.

The air above the water is so fresh, and the sky above the head is also full of stars, but Feng Qinglang faced it in 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 memory vortex, it seems to the outside world that it is only a few breaths.

On the shore of a certain small island, Feng Qinglang, who was full of exhaustion, woke up Nan Xinghun in a little panic, and Nan Xinghun spat out the lake water in her belly in embarrassment. Feng Qinglang patted her back and couldn't help laughing: Well, we're all alive!"

But Nan Xinghun didn't make a few jokes like usual to celebrate the rest of his life after the catastrophe, but looked at the starry sky in a daze, 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 said in a low voice: "Xinghun, maybe you are tired, but we have to leave soon, what's the matter, let's talk about it on the way! Let's go southeast, I'm afraid it won't be long. It's going to be a walk."

Everyone at the bottom of the lake is like an enemy or a friend, but Feng Qinglang is absolutely unwilling to fall into the hands of any of them.

After Nan Xinghun was dragged by Feng Qinglang and staggered for a short distance, he finally came to his senses and said softly, "Qing Lang, I'll carry you on my back."

It was just a light pull. Feng Qinglang, who was only in the training stage, had no chance to protest at all, so she was thrown on her back lightly. Nan Xinghun's feet were just a little light, and she was already a few feet away. The speed was at least faster than before. Several times, the most astonishing thing is that after running for a while, I saw another island in the southeast direction, Nan Xinghun directly soared into the sky, not high-profile, just flew at a low altitude, and after landing on the island, landed again, Carrying Feng Qinglang on his back, he continued to gallop quickly.

Feng Qinglang asked in surprise, "Xinghun, have you already broken through to true martial arts?"

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

Feng Qinglang said worriedly: "But I feel that your mood seems to be quite low. Did you encounter something that made you sad in the previous memory vortex?"

Nan Xinghun was silent and ran for a long time. Feng Qinglang didn't rush, but just waited quietly. Finally, Nan Xinghun replied softly: "Before, I used to assume the perspective of a woman many times. Her story is very difficult. Delightful...”

Feng Qinglang frowned and asked in confusion, "Who?"

Nan Xinghun whispered: "Feng Yuewu."

Feng Qinglang's frown deepened. This woman is the ancestor of their Feng family. Thousands of years ago, at the end of the silent era, she was entangled with Dongditian. According to legend, Dongditian walked on the road of the dead. It's because of her...