alone mountain and river

night, deeper.

Suddenly a high-decibel whistle sounded outside, and the warning bells of various systems such as magic lines and illusions sounded at the same time. Feng Qinglang immediately bounced off the blanket and shot out of the tent.

The sky is full of black thick clouds, as if being ruthlessly stirred by a pair of murderous hands, making the whole sky form a large and small vortex, staring at it for a long time, it seems that it is about to be sucked in by this vortex-shaped dark cloud Among them, from now on forever.

The huge magic lines covering the Flying Fish Islands are flashing colorful lights at a fast pace, forming a stark contrast with the gloomy sky, and it is like a silent confrontation.

Several of Feng Qinglang's assistants were rushing over from different directions, gasping for breath, reporting the same content over and over again, and various data monitoring showed large abnormalities.

Feeling the fierce wind blowing towards her face, listening to the shrieking howls like a hundred ghosts, and the faint smell of blood in the air that came from nowhere... Feng Qinglang knew that this day had finally come!

He said in a deep voice: "Everyone returned to their posts and entered the first-level state of preparation. It is no longer a drill. Next, the actual combat will begin."

The Flying Fish Islands are really too big, and when the wind is blowing like this, amidst the hustle and bustle in all directions, the shouts, the murmurs of all kinds of spells starting to warm up, all kinds of bells and whistles are no longer enough to convey the signal completely and clearly. Bunches of fireworks sprayed out from various lakesides, dancing symbols one by one under the sky of thick clouds.

The magic pattern entered the last inspection. A large number of magic pattern masters took to the sky above the Flying Fish Islands to check every possible loophole. The monsters on the islands below also roared wildly in front of such a scene like the end of the world. Ming, the magic pattern is injected with a large amount of spiritual power, and it is even more radiant.

Feng Qinglang looked diagonally across, and Beatrice, who was standing by the material cart, was on standby at any time. Feeling Feng Qinglang's gaze, she turned her head and nodded slightly. Feng Qinglang also smiled and nodded in response.

When he turned his head, Nan Xinghun, Anu, and Umanela were already standing behind him. Looking at these three soul-stirring beauties, he was about to hug each of them and say something, but all the girls stepped forward and kissed him. With a light kiss, they scattered in all directions and returned to their original positions.

On a small island in the middle of the Flying Fish Islands, the Doomsday Dragon, the Little Elephant, and Ke'er, who was still sleeping, stood on three legs, sitting around the magic wood porcelain plate. Behind them was a large circle of solemn illusionists, They are adjusting themselves to the best state in their own way.

For such a shocking scene, the eruption of the folding space demon king's volcano was really nothing. The little elephant said in a slightly trembling voice: "Is the battle before the doomsday that Qing Lang said, coming soon?"

His only communication partner is Your Excellency the Doomsday Dragon. This chromatic dragon looks at the sky, besides the fireworks, there are more than [-] peerless powerhouses, including the angry wave who once hated him deeply, and the Dongditian, who is known as the nightmare of Alans, the monarch from the ocean world, and the unknown strong man from the forest world...

They come from various continents and races, and now they gather together for the same purpose. They represent the highest combat power in the world, and they are the supreme existence among their respective nations and countries.

Although the clouds were raging, the doomsday dragon still felt the stars were shining brightly.

So, what he responded to the little elephant was: "Damn it, there are so many tyrants, how can I run away in a while?"

The little elephant asked suspiciously, "Grandpa, didn't you come here voluntarily?"

Ghosts voluntarily? !The doomsday dragon cursed in his heart. Seeing his clansmen in the sky begin to transform into forms, one after another giant dragons tossed and shuttled in the thick clouds, he seemed to recall some past events that had long been forgotten, and some soft places deep in his heart also Touched inexplicably, he sighed and said in a low voice: "Little guy, we are just a bridge, and the real battlefield is the other side of the bridge. Don't do anything beyond your capabilities, and we will be safe! So, you don't have to be afraid. "

The little elephant nodded vigorously, and said seriously: "This is exactly what Qing Lang said, grandpa, I believe you are a good person, let us fight side by side!"

"..."

A figure came against the wind, and everyone was just a blur in front of them. Feng Qinglang was already standing one meter above the phantom wood porcelain plate, nodded slightly to the surrounding people, and said solemnly: "Let's start!"

The magic pattern suddenly became brighter, and all illusionists sat down neatly cross-legged, and a millennium improved by Feng Qinglang finally activated!

Everyone's spiritual power is temporarily united, echoing each other, and being involved in the deep darkness together.

It seemed that it was only a moment, and it seemed that a very, very long time passed before the darkness gradually receded.

The whole world began to have white, and black and white blended and changed in the interlacing, and gradually turned into colors.

Everyone's consciousness is suddenly drawn into the colorful depths, just like falling into a colorful kaleidoscope, and colorful pictures emerge one after another around them, and it is not clear whether it is from the depths of their own memory. The past is still the self-contained picture of the millennium or the magic wood porcelain plate.

The mist is like a veil, the small bridges and flowing water in the morning, the breathtakingly beautiful green mountains and green waters, the frenzied frolicking of people beside the clear sea water, the deep canyon where the sky is lined with cliffs and the sun pouring down, the end of the desert where the sky is full of yellow sand , an oasis of intoxicating beauty...

The pictures followed one after another, and the people were dizzying, which made people further dilute the concept of time, and got involved in this world where it was hard to tell whether it was real or fake...

Feng Qingqing's voice calmly entered everyone's ears in this colorful kaleidoscope: "Our spirit has already connected with the ultimate seal. Everyone, please keep your heart and don't get lost!"

With the sound of the sound, the kaleidoscope fell to the end, the world turned into darkness again, and the bright colors that once made people feel refreshed faded away in an instant...

They are like falling from a kaleidoscope of light into another passage about hell...

Scenes like a Shura field rushed into everyone's eyes, tens of thousands of hungry people wailed under the dazzling sunlight, an unknown number of people were buried alive in the dirty pit, and corpses littered the field under the bloody dusk...

It makes everyone wish to close their eyes so that these inhumane pictures can stop, but in the spiritual world, there is no such thing as closing eyes, and the picture can still clearly emerge in everyone's mind, that desperate deep sigh, The wailing hit everyone wave after wave, until people even began to suspect that they had fallen into the endless hell, and the world gradually returned to clarity...