Demon Sword God

After finishing speaking, the eighth-rank martial artist was called away by a messenger.The large group of people also dispersed and began to look for places where they could pitch tents to rest.

But the eighth-rank martial artist's sentence to register made many people lose sleep that night.

Battle registration is a way to record and count all the personnel involved in the war before each war. According to the records, different positions and tactics can be arranged, and the most important thing is that the names of the participants can be registered, so that there will be no large numbers of people who participated in the war after the war. The circumstances of the death in obscurity.

Qingming, who couldn't sleep because of psychological irritability, walked out of the tent, sat on a sand dune, and looked at the ruins that still radiated light not far away.

Why do I always feel a little awkward, and my mind is very unstable, my temper becomes more irritable, and I hardly have any motivation to do anything. The most important thing is why I have a feeling of loss, as if something is missing...

"Are you suffering from insomnia too?" Lan Ni walked out of the tent and sat beside Qing Ming.

"En." Qing Ming's answer was very flat.

"Agitated?"

"kindness."

"disturbed?"

"A bit."

"I always feel empty in my heart, what is missing?"

"How do you know?" Qing Ming rarely turned around and looked at Lori next to him curiously.

"It's normal, you're thinking about him." Lanny specially emphasized his words.

"Are you kidding, what do I think he is doing?"

"If he was here, would you still talk to me here?" Lanny's expression didn't change, she just stared straight into Qing Ming's eyes, looking a little unnatural.

But it is true that after Lan Ni reminded her, Qing Ming did find out that these feelings of hers appeared because of Mu Lin's absence.Because Mu Lin was not around, the content of the agreement made me very uneasy, and I was afraid that something would happen to him. If something happened to him, I would not be able to get everything back.At this moment, Qing Ming suddenly had an idea of ​​wanting to know where Mu Lin is now and what his state is like at this time.But Lan Ni seems to be different from Qing Ming's thoughts.

"Close your eyes and feel the blessing of the goddess. This thing works well."

Qing Ming closed her eyes, and merged her soul into the small triangle blessed by the goddess.

Immediately afterwards, several soul flames of different colors appeared in the pitch-black world.

White and cold, that's Carodi.The smaller blue one is Lani, and the golden one is Bekas.But where are the others?

Just when Qing Ming was a little dazed, a flash of light suddenly appeared in a distant place in the dark world, a breath of blood fusion guided Qing Ming's consciousness to look over slowly, in a place far away from him, faintly shining There were three groups of flames exuding a familiar atmosphere.

On the left is a fiery red mass, that is... black killing!

On the right, there is a faint gray mass, which is barbecue.

And the black-purple flame in the middle exudes a gentle aura...

Just when Qing Ming was trying to see the black and purple flames clearly, Mu Lin, who was about to get up and go back to sleep a hundred miles away, suddenly trembled slightly in his soul, as if he had sensed something, he couldn't help turning his head and looking at far north.

Time seemed to stand still for an instant, the whole world became quiet, and the scene in front of me began to become illusory, only the only thing that was clear was the far north, where a black and white flame exuded a fusion of blood.