Edge of the Apocalypse

In the far north of the empire, there is a lonely mountain high in the clouds. The lonely mountain has set aside a thousand ren, starting from the middle part of the mountain, the color of the mountain changes from brown to gray, and then up, it turns into a silvery white. That piece of silver-white mountain was invaded by the cold wind and snow that had blown over the years, and the fragile parts were long gone, and the rest were hard and smooth parts. Even a mountaineer can climb to the middle of the lonely mountain at most. Going up, the difficulty is almost the same as climbing to the sky.

The top of the lonely mountain is hidden in the clouds and mist, and only occasionally when the clouds are shining and the sun is shining, can you see the peaks that are like the tip of a silver gun. On weekdays, it is more like it is now. Today, the weather is bad and the rain is pouring. Electric lights flickered in the thick tumbling clouds. From time to time, a blue thunder light was drawn on the mountain peaks, which would blow up a large amount of electricity, but the debris that could fall off was pitiful. This lonely mountain has been battered by wind and rain for many years, and I don’t know how many thunderstorms it has experienced. The upper half of the mountain is even mixed with a large number of crystals, making the lonely mountain hard and hard. Waiting for a few thunder and fire can only break Here comes the next stone powder.

The electric light in the rain cloud flashed from a distance, rolling forward through the clouds. Light up from time to time, illuminating the entire sea of ​​clouds. And the most bright place in Yunhai Zhongdianguang is actually on the top of that lonely mountain. Where electricity and light converge, like ten thousand snakes, it seems to be a sea of ​​electricity. In that piece of electric sea thunderstorm, the thunder fire and electric light continuously flickered, all hitting towards the top of the mountain.

Looking from a distance, I saw the thunder fire that was constantly splitting down in the thick cloud that was shaped like a funnel, and the tip of the bucket naturally pointed to the lonely peak. Above the top, a bright yellow fire stream was faintly visible, turning and spinning, constantly drawing on the electric light falling from the sky. When the two collide, the canopy will blow up. The stream of fire is nearly a thousand meters long, whether it is cut horizontally or vertically, or rotates like a wheel, it is condensed but not scattered, but like a long sword condensed in flames.

But who can use fire into a sword to fight against the might of heaven and earth?

At this moment, if someone can pass through the layers of clouds and climb to the top of the lonely mountain, they will see that the stream of fire is actually composed of thousands of long swords made of flames. Between every movement of this thousand-meter flame flow, endless sword intent was revealed. Above the lonely mountain, someone stood holding his hand, and the stream of fire made of ten thousand swords turned around him. I didn't see the person moving a finger, but this stream of fire seemed to be manipulated by an invisible big hand. It was extremely flexible between movement and quiet, blasting the thunders one by one.

It's just that the lightning and thunder are shining, and the thick clouds are flowing, and you can't see the person's appearance. At this moment, the electric sea in the depths of the cloud suddenly brightened, and a hundred electric lights blasted down together, and they seemed to be pulled by an invisible force field and twisted into one strand, like a lightning spear cast by a god.

A string of laughter rang out in the violent storm, and the swirling fire suddenly settled, and then thousands of flame swords dispersed, spreading all over the surrounding thousands of meters in the void, erecting a sword wall. In the mist, the person finally moved. With the hands behind his back, one of the arms lifted up and pointed at the thunder spear that blasted the head. The sword wall buzzed, ten thousand swords were sent out, and the tail flames rushed upward.

Looking far away, it hit the sky like a waterfall of fire and hit the big thunder gun. The two collided and impacted in the void, and hundreds of energy storms exploded so frequently, stirring thick clouds and rolling, slowly spinning with the Thunder Spear Flame Sword as the origin.

In the end, the clouds and mist suddenly lit up, and several thick fires exploded in all directions. The fire flowed like a sword, cutting through the thick clouds and forming several

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) The road is a hundred meters wide, and the cracks in the clouds are endless! Sunlight sprinkled from these cracks and slowly climbed up the undulating ground below.

Then the electric light disappeared, the thick cloud cleared, and the downpour stopped.

After the rain stopped, someone stepped on the empty volley on the top of the lonely mountain, then jumped down and dived down against the mountain. As soon as he was about to hit the ground, the person stretched out his hand and pressed it down, and a wave of flame waves suddenly appeared in the void, and the reaction force supported the person's body to rise instead of falling. Floating upwards for a hundred meters, then slowly descended.

He descended to a platform, but it was one of the many terraces in the castle. This old castle is located on the gentle **** at the bottom of Nagufeng Mountain, relying on the mountain city. The castle is built purely of huge stones, with thick walls and high walls, long windows and spires can be seen everywhere, and vaults and cornices abound. The door with black iron pierced flowers was tightly locked, and it smelled of loneliness and deepness. I don't know how long it has been since people visited this castle. In the square in front of the castle, scattered weeds grew even more, without trimming. Those stone sculptures called works of art climbed up vines from nowhere, making this castle even more gloomy.

On the terrace, the sunlight after the rain clouds had dispersed gradually covered every corner, and naturally fell on the man. At this time, I finally got to see the whole picture. The man was obviously not young, with traces of precipitation between his eyes. But from his facial features, it is not difficult to imagine that when he was young, he must have been a handsome man who attracted young girls to scream. And even though his youth was fleeting, his slashing silhouette had an indescribable majesty.

The man has thick black hair that is rare in the empire, and his double fringes are gray and white. Hidden in the black hair does not appear to be late, on the contrary, it is a little more elegant. His clothes are all exquisitely decorated, with golden threads and jade threads, which is extremely expensive. With electric eyes and full determination, he slowly swept across the rocks and trees below the castle. Suddenly, the weeds in the square, the vines among the stone carvings, and the moss clothes climbing on the thick walls of the old castle suddenly flashed fire from the inside out. It was too late to even burn, and these things were carved into ashes. Another blow by the wind, the ashes dispersed, and the gloomy feeling of the old castle was also swept away.

At this point, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "This is what I remember."

The door of the terrace behind him was pushed open, and an old man with wrinkles, overgrown classes, and thinning hair was wearing a housekeeper's costume. With the help of the two maids, he walked into the terrace. The moment he saw the man's back, the old man's eyes blurred, his dry eyes shed murky tears, and he whispered, "Master."

The man who faced the violent thunder and his face did not change his face, but his shoulders shook sharply because of this soft voice. Then he turned around, with a complicated look in his eyes, and nodded: "Housekeeper Charlie, how many years have we not seen each other?"

"Twenty years! Nearly twenty years, my little master..." The old butler pushed away the maid's help and walked staggeringly towards the man.

The man took a step forward and appeared in front of the butler, reaching out to support the old man. The old man raised his hand covered with age spots and tremblingly landed on the man's face. This action made the two maids behind them almost exclaimed, but they gave the man a sharp stare and swallowed the exclamation in his mouth. The man's gaze dropped and his gaze turned soft. The old butler had no idea what was going on behind him. He just said with a trembling voice, "So I didn't dream, young master, you are finally back. You are back."

"Yes, I'm back. Charlie,

(This chapter is not over, please turn the page) Thank you for taking care of it for me for so many years. Now that I am back, you don't have to hold it up by yourself. I will restore this castle to its former glory. I will get back everything that belongs to me, from here! "The man said solemnly.

The old housekeeper only knows how to nod, and can't say a word.

At this time, there was a whistling voice, and the man looked back. Outside the castle, a horse team marched toward the castle mightily. The black iron gates of the castle opened to both sides, allowing the horses to enter the castle square. The old butler pushed the man away regardless of etiquette, and walked to the stone fence on the edge of the terrace. He watched the crowds surging in the square, listened to the long-lost voices, and tears.

After twenty years of silence, this old castle has finally come back to life!

In the next few days, the castle was undergoing extensive restoration works. Scaffolding was erected everywhere, and workers appeared in every corner of the castle. The gaps in the square occupied by weeds need to be repaired, the exterior walls need to be reinforced, the iron doors and iron windows need to be repainted, the carpets that were bitten by rats need to be replaced, the cellars full of cobwebs need to be thoroughly cleaned, and potted plants must be placed throughout the corridors. Or armor, the walls of the rooms in the castle need to be painted with oil paintings... There is so much work to be done that even the owner of the castle needs to be careful to avoid the workers and objects in their hands when walking around in the castle.

Finally, I came to a study that had just been cleaned up. Only a small corner of the study was cleared. Workers are also busy laying new carpets, removing broken bookshelves, and re-suspending a gorgeous crystal lamp on the roof of the house. So being able to have a chair to sit down makes men very satisfied. He had just taken a seat, a middle-aged butler in a tuxedo, white gloves, and slicked hair came over and handed the man two envelopes.

The man took it, waved his hand, and let the butler go down. There is still too much work in the castle that requires the help of the butler, and staying by his side is useless. After the steward left, he looked at the two letters. The patterns of the ink pad on the two envelopes are different, which means that the two letters come from different places. The old castle is waiting to be renewed. There is no letter opener for him in this study, so he is not so particular about it. Stretching out his tail finger and picking it up, he flicked off the letter with the wolf pattern.

There were only a few words in the letter ~www.readwn.com~, but the man's face kept growing gloomy. Finally, with his five fingers, the letter suddenly burned out in his hand, and a few pieces of paper dust with sparks remained.

The workers in the study were taken aback, everyone turned pale, and everyone could see that their master was angry now. However, the man’s cultivation is very good, his eyes flashed anger, then he recovered his calm, and said lightly: "Continue to do your work."

However, he knew that the workers would be absent-minded when he stayed, so he left the study with another letter in his pocket, which made the workers finally relieved.

The man came to the terrace lowered from the lonely mountain that day, facing the boundless world outside the fort, and standing with his hands in his hands. At this time, a woman's voice rang behind him: "Honey, you look very unhappy. I originally thought you would be happier when you come back here."

Hearing the sound, the man quickly turned around, frowned and said: "Why are you out? It's windy here, go back to the room."

Although it is a reprimand, the meaning of concern in the words can be heard even by a deaf person.

(End of this chapter)

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