They seemed to have entered a scene originally constructed by a certain illusionist, and they seemed to be crashing into a picture that flashed before...

The vast ocean is a deep blue that is extremely beautiful. Compared to the sea they are familiar with, there are more dreamy colors here, just like it exists in the deepest and sweetest dream...

"His Majesty Brufid, is this the effect of sea arts, which leads to the misalignment of our scene?" Feng Qinglang knew that Brufid's spirit was also surrounded, and couldn't help asking.

Brufid responded: "No, there is no slightest atmosphere of the ocean here, it just looks like an ocean." This great existence in the ocean world also had a little doubt in his tone at this time.

The Chuqi Owl is not used to losing his dominance in the spiritual world, and can't help but say, "Do we want to force ourselves to return to the illusion of our architecture?"

"Wait a minute" Feng Qinglang saw the void on the ocean, and an ordinary wooden door appeared. It tilted irregularly at a forty-five degrees to the ground, as if you were to tilt your body to enter.

But this was just the beginning, and soon the world around him shocked everyone.

One by one, one wooden door after another formed from the void, and soon, no matter where you look up, left or right, or in either direction, southeast, west and north, you will not be able to see the end of the wood door forest world.

In almost every cubic space, there is a door, large or small, high or low, presenting it in front of them from various angles. This ocean is endless, as if these doors are also following the ocean until the end of this world. How many such doors should be there?

The endless ocean, the endless door

A psychic psychic with intensive phobia couldn't help but wail and growled: "Let them disappear Qinglang, this is not everything set."

At this time, a nearby door opened

A beautiful and refined beauty immediately came towards us. This was a woman in oriental ladies' clothes, who pushed the door out with confusion on her face, and everyone felt that her spirit was condensed. Such beauty could make all words lose their original color. I could only be amazed that a person could be so beautiful.

Especially her voice was still so gentle and moving, like a jade bead falling from a plate, and she said softly: "Where am I?"

Feng Qinglang's heart trembled. This was Feng Yaling's deceased's real return. Then he had a sudden inspiration and hurriedly said: "Enter her spiritual sea and use her as a new spiritual bridge."

After a brief burst of colorful light flowed...

Feng Yaling stood helplessly above the endless darkness, her face full of confusion. I felt pity but didn't know that there was a large amount of spiritual bodies around her, surrounding her from afar.

Feng Qinglang said in a deep voice: "Unge, draw the memory drawer"

Unger suppressed the surging tension and tried to keep his spiritual world at its calmest state. His mental power was pulled into the void, and a large number of illusions quickly followed and perfected all the details of this memory scene.

The flag of the Dragon Empire in the late Silent Age is roaring in the wind

In the endless center of the military camp, the imperial camp where the king flag is located is emitting a strong aroma of medicine.

Ang introduced: "This is the end of the Silent Age. After the army of the Dragon Empire retreated from the Storm Fortress, it evacuated to the area of ​​Wangxiangling in Alans. It was... the day when His Majesty Feng Yaling passed away."

He had read Feng Yaling's life before and found the relative timeline points accurately.

Everyone's hearts were shocked, and a group of illusionists immediately improved the details of the surrounding military camps, bonfires, directions, etc.

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

Feng Qinglang only felt a sensation in the depths of the spiritual sea, and a huge force suddenly jumped out. Then, like something that had accompanied her for many years, suddenly disappeared, but she couldn't tell what it was, and she felt particularly lost...

Di Alun, who seemed to be standing under the sculpture forever, had actually arrived at Feng Yaling's bed.

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

It is the slight sadness that has been crossing thousands of years, the separation of life and death that has spread across the walls of history. Melancholy turns into sorrow, and meet again, things change and people change, infinite desolation.

Seeing this scene, Wu Lang couldn't help but sigh. Even the Eastern Emperor Tian was gloomy. I wonder how much Feng Yaling's content was in the memory he inherited...

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

Arun forced himself to smile and said, "Well, I can finally see you again, but it took some time... I can't help but feel it."

I also felt the people around me. Yes, it took some time, and it was a whole thousand years...

Feng Yaling smiled gently and said, "Silly... It's strange to say that I feel like I've had a very long dream, and even feel like I've left this world."

Alan sighed silently, just sad, he tried to calm his voice: "That's just your psychological effect, and he always worried that we would pass by in the dark..."

There are many mental masters present, so you can naturally feel that Feng Yaling's mental field is quite unstable, just like a candle in the wind, which will disappear at any time. There is no doubt that the resurrection ceremony of the undead holy coffin was just a scam...

Aaron also knew that he did not expect that he would have been waiting for a thousand years and finally he would only be a moment of reunion.

The years are like the passing years, and some old friends turn around and are already in heaven and earth, and they are close to each other, and some partings are inevitable in the end...

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

Feng Qinglang and others, for this memory world, it was like a ghost, and Feng Yaling naturally could not see them...

Arun turned around and looked at the people in the void around him. His calm eyes were particularly shocked. He turned around and smiled and said, "There is nothing, it's just an illusion..."

Next, they whispered softly and recalled their past time.

During their days at Nebula College, they watched the dream fairyland together, looked forward to life and yearned for the future...

The fleeing of the Nebula Mountains thousands of miles away, the unyielding ones by the Blue River...

Thinking of how they finally survived these years and through many difficulties and hardships, they finally walked together, Feng Yaling's face was full of satisfaction.

The deepest part of Aaron's eyes was even more gloomy. Those past events that had been glimpsed and the attachment that he thought would never disappear had actually been destroyed in the fragmented river of history, like the most dazzling fireworks, which would have disappeared all the time.
Chapter completed!