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Watchtower snorted angrily, even Mr. Mian couldn't underestimate his endless city wall like this. Watchtower was more imposing, but his heart was as quiet as the surrounding lake. Unsheathed, the endless city tower suddenly shone with the brilliance of law, tightening towards Feng Qinglang and going away.

If Feng Qinglang has not stepped into the peerless world, then he believes that the world in front of him must be surrounded by endless tall towers, but now he can clearly see that the sword handed by the watchtower from the tower is aimed at his own. Between the eyebrows, there was no killing intent, the intention was obviously to swipe past Feng Qinglang's face.

This sword is as fast as thunder, full of unyielding spirit, and I don't know how many times he has practiced in secret. He believed that Feng Qinglang must put away her understatement and face it seriously.

But just as the long sword was about to pass across Feng Qinglang's face, Feng Qinglang, who had been retreating all the time, changed his moves in the face of danger. Under normal circumstances, one side is ready to move, and it is taboo to change moves temporarily, but Feng Qinglang did not see half of it. Far-fetched, just one step, he stepped across the layers of towers, stepped over the edge of the long sword, leaned in front of the watchtower, and lightly bumped into the watchtower's shoulder.

Wanglou suddenly let out a miserable snort, and flew back from the ground even with the sword, and fell more than ten meters away with a bang. Feng Qinglang commented: "Wanglou, this sword was custom-made by me alone? I think you are still proud of it , but due to your deliberate actions, it seems that this sword is completely free from the law of the tower, making the tower no longer pure..."

Under the bright moon, Wanglou's face turned pale, and he thought carefully about the other party's two comments. Although he wanted to refute, he had to admit that the other party had a point.

He put his sword back into its sheath, nodded slightly, and let out a cold snort as a greeting, and as soon as he turned around, he disappeared into the distance of the night.

Li Yinuo, who was waiting for the result by the lake, waited for others, and saw the watchtower dodging away, Hao Xiaxue was about to catch up, but Li Yinuo stopped him, saying: "Let him be quiet."

Oslun also said: "The battle is imminent, and it is a good thing for him to be frustrated and calm again."

"..."

Three days later, the entire system headed by the large magic pattern went through its first run-in operation. The whole process was considered a success, and the Flying Fish Islands cheered, as if they had won a victory.

Feng Qinglang frowned slightly, and hid in the tent alone, spreading out the flow chart on the wide table, always feeling that something went wrong.

The arrival of that day is getting closer and closer. Their plan may seem grand, but it also has a very low error tolerance rate. If there is any irreversible loophole, I am afraid that everyone will be lost forever.

Suddenly, as if something moved in his heart, he couldn't help turning around, and saw a man wearing elf costume, who had stood behind him at some point, and was looking at the structure diagram with him, but the brim of his hat was extremely pressed down. Low, and I can't see what expression it is.

Feng Qinglang frowned even more. The elves' reinforcements arrived yesterday. To be honest, they had already missed the most important break-in period. Their coming was more symbolic than practical. This guy could come to me without anyone noticing. Behind him, he seemed to be a great master, but it was somewhat against elf etiquette for him to trespass on other people's camps like this.

"It's not as smooth as I imagined. Is it the last part of the illusion, which didn't simulate the real millennium at all?" Unexpectedly, it was the person who spoke first. This is a slightly vicissitudes of voice, the pronunciation It was an unusually standard Alans accent.

Feng Qinglang's heart moved, and her eyes returned to the structure diagram, and found that it was indeed the case. Illusion is the most critical part of the whole plan. All the magic lines are to provide spiritual power for the illusionists. As a result, when they were running in, it came to the illusionist link, because there was no magic pattern. The test subjects can only simulate ordinary scenes in the illusion world, and cannot simulate real mental consumption at all. No wonder I always feel that there is a loophole, as long as I choose a strong person to simulate... Uh, I don’t know if Your Excellency Dongditian will be able to simulate it. Support this plan, otherwise Bivis seems to be quite talkative...

This man could point out the key point at a glance, he must be a senior expert in the elf world, remembering that he was still at the side, he hurriedly stood up and bowed slightly in greeting.

The elf man lifted the hood on his head and walked to a side table where various sealing devices were neatly placed. He picked up one of them, which was a blue gem the size of a baby's fist, and sighed softly: "The volcano In my heart, before I know it, a thousand years have passed..."

Feng Qinglang's heart trembled, and she looked at the other party in disbelief. The heart of the volcano is a tool to seal Fen Tianyan, and the sealer is...

Behind the hood is a face of a half-elf. Even though the traces of time have been written on it, it is still extremely handsome. Even if the face is full of nostalgia, the warmth like the winter sun still cannot be erased from the expression.

This face, in this world, appears in various versions of history books, the main entrances of various museums, the central sculptures of various cities, and various legendary illustrated books...

Feng Qinglang felt the long-lost heartbeat speed up. This legendary man is called Cronus. When the world sings about him, they prefer to call him Nulang. One of the most dazzling legends thousands of years ago, he did not expect that he is still alive and low-key. Joining that unobtrusive team of elves, came here...

Nulang put down the heart of the volcano, picked up other utensils and looked at them carefully, and said with a light smile: "In your eyes, do you think that I should be integrated with them? It should be a mark of history, not a Standing in front of you alive, right?"

Feng Qinglang bowed again, this time more solemnly and formally, and said solemnly: "I have seen the sage Cronus!"

Nu Lang shook his head slightly, expressing that there was no need to be formal, and said: "A few years ago, I returned to the land of Nirvana. Thousands of years ago, it was a prison, and even Alan squatted in it. Thousands of years later, it was already a military prison. Important town, the important thing is that there is a private museum for me, just to commemorate me! There is no mess like Aaron or Munorine..."

"Uh……"

"There is a bronze statue of me there. I mean a single bronze statue. You know, I have to stand honestly with Allen for the usual bronze statue. Don't mention how aggrieved I am... Hehe, many people come here just because of their fame. Everyone who comes here will bow to the bronze statue solemnly, just like what you did just now..."

"Hey, I'm not Alan, I'm still alive, okay? Your eyes shouldn't be looking up..."

Feng Qinglang smiled wryly for it, the topic of dialogue is not easy to pick up, and I can’t always agree, yes, a great existence like you shouldn’t be as messy as Allen, as all kinds of bronze sculptures, the terminus in one piece.

Nu Lang smiled gently, and said: "Okay, I know that I, this weird old man, have left you with a psychological shadow, now, take me to meet him!"

"..."