The fairies are lively by nature and their curiosity quickly diverted their attention and discussed other topics lively.

The winter in the forest is set against the twilight shadows of the twilight, the golden lake surface, and the faint light of the setting sun, day after day, waiting for the warm spring breeze of the coming year to blow again on this area.

Just as it did in the previous year, the goblin ladies still remembered the travelers passing by in the previous year, arguing about each different face.

"Yes, there's Mr. Ed."

"Yes, Mr. Ed has been away for a long time."

"Will Mr. Ed come back? It was very lively at that time. Let's hold a banquet at that time."

The setting sun sank into the mountains.

Dew and stars set against the long night forest and lake shore.

The goblins have discussed the next bonfire banquet.

And An Luoser's heart moved slightly, and his face reflected the firelight of the fireplace. The messenger seemed to have thought of something else. It was like the memories of the distant clouds and mountains, and it also remembered something that had been long-standing - how could it have her breath?

The elf shook his head gently.

...

“Where is this?”

The hoarse voice was echoing in a lonely space like a knife scraping metal.

It was the fog that never dissipated all year round.

The mist lingers on several snow-covered peaks, and the strong wind blows snow dust and covers the mountains.

But the wind could not blow into this quiet valley, there was only endless, thick fog, a vast white area. There seemed to be something in the fog, but it was not clear. The figure leaping with flames and shadows was quietly staring at the vicinity.

The world of will disappeared.

The blue light disappeared that day, and all that was left was this strange space.

But where is this?

How could there be such a place in that young man’s spiritual world?

It fell silent and walked forward silently. The fog separated in front of it, and finally revealed the scene ahead.

In the valley, the square elbow, wearing an alchemist's robe, stood quietly, watching it.

The moment the fog separated, the other party raised his hand and the arm armor in his hand shot straight from it, but the tall figure who was leaping with flames and shadows didn't even look at it. He let the rocket fly fist hit his left shoulder and turned it into a cloud of misty black mist and penetrated it.

The fog gathers and turns into a physical body again.

The other party emitted a few more flashing golden lights, which were clockwork fairies, but the structure roared and exploded with golden flames. But after the flames passed, the smoke dissipated, and the tall figure leaping with flames and shadows was still standing in its original place.

Unscathed.

Looking at this scene, Fang Yu finally put down his hand and gave up the attack.

"Give up?" A contemptuous voice came from the leaping flames and shadows: "Why, are you trying to defeat me in the world of will? What you can't do in the outside world will be even more ineffective here."

But Fang Zhu just shook his head.

"I just want to try it," he replied in a somewhat disappointed tone: "It's just like the lady said, and I don't plan to do anything futile. This is your trump card, it turns out to be the power of the soul... In fact, I should have thought of it when I was in the Tower of Summer End."

"No," replied the tall figure, leaping with flames and shadows, with satisfaction: "At least, before dying, you can understand this, which is much more insightful than those pretentious fools."

But it suddenly became stunned: "...that lady?"

Fang Yu raised his head and looked at the creature with a strange look, leaping with flames and shadows: "Yes, she said..."

An invisible wind broke out in the valley.

The wind was only one wisp, but it carried the vastness of stars on the wasteland.

It once passed through the sea of ​​clouds, bringing the midsummer rainy season, and also through the tops of the mountains covered with ice and snow, and lightly surrounding the moonlight of the hills of giant trees.

It once blew the forest and rippled on the sea of ​​Ether. When the tides fluctuate, the world is like an open book - revealing its entire secret to the world.

That's an innumerable memory—

It was a giant dragon walking through the sea of ​​clouds.

Its body covers the sky and the sun, and its wings can cover the light of the sun and the moon. It can no longer remember how many years it was born and how many names it had. It only remembers that before that time, it once used a title.

Its bloodline comes from a king and a master of the sky.

People call it the king of the dark dragon.

Livgard.

But it is the daughter of the Dragon King, Alaisha.

"you--!"

The confident voice of the tall figure, who was leaping with flames and shadows, turned into a shrill scream.

An invisible wind broke out in the valley, and suddenly an endless storm roared through the tops of the mountains, above the glaciers, and finally returned to the throne and returned to silence.

The ally of the past has become the enemy of today.

The imprint of the world of will turns into a sharp blade that can kill everything.

After the sword blade passes, everything will not exist.

Only a pair of golden eyes were left, staring at the gradually extinguished, purple flame dust.

And Fang Zhu's last words echoed among the mountains:

"She wants to learn more..."

"Your strength."
Chapter completed!