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According to the legend, Trisia has never had a fixed position, it is like a boundless peak that can swing anywhere, appearing in any corner of the Pandora Plain...

In fact, it has always been there, but there is an invisible force field that can block the prying and approaching of the breath of life!

When the sky of the undead comes over it, it will appear in the human world, presenting its peerless appearance, which is not inferior to the Immortal Peak, between the heaven and the earth!

Without Feng Qinglang's order, the undead kneeled and prostrated themselves on the ground one after another. Many of them were low-level undead who had lost their self-awareness. It was a kind of piety that came from the instinct of life. This was the belief of the undead's life, as if they were eager to use their own This piety, to awaken the legendary Trisia.

Behind everyone who bowed down, only Feng Qinglang stood proudly at the front, looking up at Trisia. Its mountain peak was lingering in misty white smoke clouds, full of an otherworldly and sacred flavor.

Feng Qinglang didn't know what the gathering of beliefs could bring to Trisia, but he never hoped that it would bring strength to the other party, so he coldly ordered: "Everyone stand up and don't kneel down!"

The voice was not loud, but it resounded through the entire army. Under the command of the four undead envoys, the undead army, which could not see the end at a glance, reluctantly stood up again.

Feng Qinglang looked back and saw that their eyes were obviously empty, but they could still feel extremely fanatical piety. In fact, let alone them, even her silver-gray blood, which was always restless at Trisia's feet at that time, was also affected by it. Obtaining peace and tranquility, one cannot help feeling kindness arises.

He took a deep breath, and said to the four spirit envoys of the undead: "Stay where you are, I'll go up and have a look! Let the transportation team take the holy artifacts and follow me!"

In order to destroy this place, Feng Qinglang directly moved out the sacred artifact of the undead and buried the "Death Chant" beside the Dead Sea. In order to control Xingqing, Feng Qinglang, who had in-depth research on the ancient magic way, could naturally judge that, in fact, it was An astonishingly powerful ancient missile, which is well preserved, should be the successor of the ancestors who created the undead world. If one day the undead world ceases to exist, we must use the chant of death to die with the enemies!

Now, Feng Qinglang will use it to blow up Trisia to the ground!

This specially appointed transportation team is all the strongest skeleton warriors in the undead world. They have lost their intelligence and can faithfully carry out orders. They are most suitable for resisting the legendary voice of temptation.

All the way to the top of the mountain was safe and sound, the legendary seductive voice and mental attack did not appear, Feng Qinglang breathed a sigh of relief, and ordered the transport team to bury the death chant, a gentle wind blowing just in time Pass.

If it is said that physical massage can make the body feel comfortable, then spiritual massage can make the soul feel refreshed... This gust of wind, like a spiritual massage, lifted Feng Qinglang's entire soul. An indescribable warmth, like a wanderer returning home, or like the sweetest and most beautiful dream that can be clearly felt...

Feng Qinglang became vigilant, and a soft voice sounded softly in the depths of his mind: "You are lost, child!"

The surrounding white smoke suddenly thickened, Feng Qinglang saw that the death chant had already been buried, he firmly held the controller tightly in his hands, looked for the way he came, and shouted in a low voice: "Transportation team, follow me, we will evacuate immediately!"

In Feng Qinglang's life, the most colorful stroke is to escape from the blink of an eye for thousands of years. The spiritual world has experienced thousands of tempers and inhuman torture before he can get out of it. The strong mental defense power, he thinks it should be The strongest part of his strength.

The soft voice sighed softly in the depths of his soul: "Oh, you have never walked out of the millennium in a blink of an eye. What you have walked out of is only a day in the millennium in a blink of an eye. Everything you experience now is still in the past. In the dream woven by illusion..."

Feng Qinglang didn't stop walking at all, quickly passed through the white smoke, and climbed down the mountain.

The soft voice continued: "The people outside are constantly waking you up. If you don't believe me, listen!"

Above the sky, there seemed to be the voices of the gods, but the voice was so familiar, it was Tang Rui's voice: "Qing Qing, wake up!"

"It's all right, the genius training camp was attacked just now, it's all right now, wake up quickly, don't scare me..."

"..."

The voice that only appeared in the depths of dreams at midnight, now so clearly heard in Feng Qinglang's ears, Feng Qinglang couldn't help but stop for a while. He is also a senior illusionist himself, so he naturally knows clearly that he is addicted to People who can't extricate themselves from the illusion world hear the outside world waking them up, which is also similar to this oracle-like echo effect.

Listening to Tang Rui's sobs in the sky, it seemed that she was still talking to the people around her: "What did those ambushes do to him? What happened to him? His expression is so scary..."

This made Feng Qinglang couldn't help it, and raised her head, as if she wanted to pierce through the undead sky above her head, and see if there really was another real world above it.

"Calm down, Tang Rui! Many students have fallen into the illusion of ambushers. We are asking the Psychic masters from the dragon clan to deal with it!" It was a thick middle-aged male voice, which Feng Qinglang recognized. It was the voice of a mentor in the talent training camp.

Feng Qinglang trembled her fingers in horror. How could Trisia steal the voice deep in my memory? If Tang Rui's voice can be imitated, then the teacher's voice is almost forgotten by me... It’s like an illusionist breaking into other people’s memory world, like a thief entering a house, the decorations placed in a conspicuous place can definitely be seen easily, but if it’s the owner of the house, it’s like some small things that have been thrown away by the trash. Why did you find it in the house?

unless……

What it said was true, I was really still passing through the millennium, and now I heard the voice of the real world awakening me.

This thought completely terrified Feng Qinglang, and he couldn't help shouting coldly: "Ridiculous! If that's the case, you are also a part of Blinking Millennium, why would you remind me, and why should you help me?"

The soft voice was not annoyed at all by doubts, but it was still calm and gentle: "There is a power that is free from time and space, life and death, and it is only connected to the deepest instinct of everyone's subconscious, just like eyes can let you see the world , subconscious survival instinct, let you hear me!"

Feng Qinglang clenched her fists and said in a deep voice, "If I believe what you said, what should I do?"