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They seem to have entered the scene originally constructed by a certain illusionist, or they seem to have crashed into a certain picture that flashed before...

There is an endless sea, which is an extremely beautiful deep blue. Compared with the sea they are familiar with, this place is a bit more dreamy, as if it exists in the deepest and sweetest dream...

"Your Majesty Bloomfield, is it the effect of sea art that caused our scene to be misplaced?" Feng Qinglang couldn't help asking knowing that Bloomfield's spirit was also being surrounded.

Bluefield responded: "No, there is no smell of the ocean here, it just looks like an ocean." The great existence in the ocean world also had a bit of doubt in his tone at this time.

The tree-dwelling owl is not used to losing its dominance in the spiritual world, and couldn't help but ask, "Should we forcibly return to the illusion of our structure?"

"Wait!" Feng Qinglang saw the void above the ocean, and there was an ordinary wooden door, which was irregularly inclined at a 45-degree angle to the ground, as if you had to lean your body to enter.

But this is just the beginning, and soon, the world around you will be awe-inspiring!

Wooden doors formed one after another from the void, and soon, no matter whether you looked up, down, left, right, or in any direction, you couldn't see the end of the wooden door forest world!

In almost every cubic space, there is a door, big or small, high or low, presenting in front of their eyes from various angles. The ocean is endless, as if these doors follow the ocean until At the end of this world, how many doors like this should there be?

Endless oceans, endless doors!

A conjurer with trypophobia couldn't help howling, and growled: "Let them disappear! Your Excellency Qingqing, this is not everything set!"

At this time, a nearby door opened!

A clear and refined beauty immediately hit the face. This is a woman in an oriental lady's attire. She pushed the door out with a confused face. Everyone felt that their spirits were concentrated. Such a beauty can make all words lose the original color.I can only marvel that a person can be so beautiful.

Especially her voice is still so gentle and moving, like jade beads falling on a plate, she said softly: "Where am I?"

Feng Qinglang's heart trembled, this is Feng Yaling!The deceased really returned, and then he had an idea, and hurriedly said: "Enter her spiritual sea, and use her as a new spiritual bridge!"

After a brief flash of colorful light...

Feng Yaling stood helplessly in the endless darkness, her face was full of confusion, I felt pity for it!Unbeknownst to him, there are a large number of spirit bodies surrounding him far away.

Feng Qinglang said in a deep voice: "Unger, pull out the memory drawer!"

Unger suppressed the surging tension and tried to keep his mental world in the most peaceful state. His mental power was pumped into the void, and a large number of illusionists hurriedly followed, perfecting all the details of this memory scene.

The imperial banner of the Dragon Empire at the end of the silent era is fluttering in the wind!

In the middle of the endless barracks, the imperial camp where the king's flag is located is exuding a strong medicinal fragrance.

Anger introduced: "This is the last year of the Silent Era. After the Dragon Empire army withdrew from the Stormwind Fortress, it retreated to the Wangxiang Ridge area of ​​Alans. It was the day... Her Majesty Feng Yaling passed away!"

He had already familiarized himself with Feng Yaling's life before, and accurately found the relative time axis point.

Everyone was stunned, and a group of illusionists immediately followed up to complete the details of the surrounding barracks, bonfires, directions, etc.

Feng Yaling slowly opened her eyes on the bed in the imperial camp, eyes full of confusion...

Feng Qinglang only felt a restlessness in the depths of her spiritual sea, a huge and unparalleled force suddenly jumped out, and then, like something that had been with her for many years, it suddenly disappeared, but she couldn't tell what it was, and she was extremely disappointed ...

Di Allen, who seemed to be standing under the sculpture forever, had come to Feng Yaling's bed.

Even the voice trembled because of it: "Yaling, long time no see..."

It was the little sorrow that spanned thousands of years, and it was the parting of life and death that spread all over the wall of history.Lost and lost, when we meet again, things change and people change, infinitely desolate.

Witnessing this scene, Nu Lang couldn't help sighing, even Dong Ditian's eyes were gloomy, wondering how much Feng Yaling's content was in the memory he inherited...

Feng Yaling smiled gently, stretched out her hand, wiped away the tears from the corners of Allen's eyes, and said softly: "Allen, are you okay? What's wrong with you..."

Allen forced a smile and said: "Well, I can finally see you again, but it took some time...It's inevitable to be touched."

The people around me felt the same way, yes, it took some time, that is, a whole thousand years...

Feng Yaling smiled softly: "Fool... It's strange to say, I feel like I had a long, long dream, and I even feel... that I have left this world."

Allen sighed silently, just sad. He tried to make his voice calmer: "That's just your psychological effect. You always worry that we will pass each other..."

There are many masters of spiritual power present, and they can naturally feel that Feng Yaling's mental force field is quite unstable, like a candle in the wind, which will disappear at any time. There is no doubt that the resurrection ceremony of the holy coffin of the dead was just a hoax...

Alan didn't know it, he didn't expect to wait for thousands of years, and in the end it was only a moment to meet.

Time flies like water, some old people turn around and are already in heaven and earth, so far away, some parting is inevitable in the end...

Feng Yaling, who was still at a loss, just smiled: "Maybe... By the way, for some reason, it seems that many people are watching us, is it just an illusion?"

Feng Qinglang and the others are like ghosts to this memory world, so it is naturally impossible for Feng Yaling to see them...

Allen turned around and looked at the people in the void around him. His calm and sad eyes shocked his soul. He turned around and said with a smile, "It's nothing, it's just an illusion..."

Next, they whispered softly, reminiscing about the time they had.

During their days at Xingyun Academy, they watched the fantasy fairyland together, looked forward to life together, and yearned for the future...

Fleeing for thousands of miles in the Nebula Mountains, never leaving by the Blue River...

Thinking of how hard it was to get through these years, overcoming all kinds of difficulties, and after many hardships, they finally walked together, Feng Yaling's face was full of satisfied smiles.

The depths of Allen's eyes are even more gloomy. Those fleeting past events, the nostalgia that he thought would never disappear, have actually been annihilated in the long river of fragmented history, like the brightest fireworks, which will always disappear.