"Okay, don't be angry, I'm wrong, can't I......"

It was the same wide passage again, and the little fox walked proudly in front with his head upright, twisting and twisting as he walked, ignoring the wolf blade behind him.

Wolf Feng looked at the tsundere little fox with some amusement, and threatened:

"If you ignore me, I'm going to grab your ass!"

"Ah!!h

The little fox's voice was a little hoarse, and the long roar turned the "ho" into a low and lengthy "ah......

The little fox swore that she would have torn this guy to pieces! If it weren't for Midgard outside, she would have torn the wolf blade to pieces at the Colored Stone Road regardless of the loss of her own energy.

But the threat of rubbing his ass is too great, looking at the sinister Wolf Feng, forced by the powerful lewdness of the Wolf Blade... Wei, the little fox reluctantly retracted into the arms of the wolf blade.

As soon as he retracted back, Wolf Feng felt that the world was spinning for a while, and when he regained his sight again, he appeared in a quaint village, the village was quaint, but the houses were all made of bluestone, in the courtyard of a bluestone hut, Wolf Feng saw a beautiful woman of the ancient moon wolf clan holding a baby.

The baby couldn't speak, babbling and humming and couldn't understand the child's language, and Wolf Feng seemed to have some influence, he lived in this quaint village before Wolf Po took him to the jungle.

The woman patted the baby in her bosom with a loving light on her face, and murmured:

"Feng'er, Feng'er, grow up quickly, when you grow up... It must be a man who stands up to the sky......"

Wolf Feng stood aside and watched, and there was no need to say more, the beautiful woman in front of him was his mother, a mother who had never appeared in his impression......

Suddenly, the beautiful woman raised her head and saw Wolf Feng, and asked with a smile:

"Who are you the descendant of someone's family, you look like my Feng'er......"

Wolf Feng squirmed his lips, not knowing how to answer, is this his mother......

Wolf Feng walked over with a smile and looked at the baby in the woman's arms, sure enough, the baby's nose and eyes and wolf blade were carved out of a mold.

Wolf Feng looked at himself in his mother's arms, and was about to speak, a middle-aged man rushed into the courtyard in a panic, and looked carefully at his Lao Tzu Wolf Po, his eyes were flustered, and he opened his mouth to say something, but no matter how Wolf Feng listened, he couldn't hear clearly,

As Wolf Po spoke, the beautiful woman also began to panic, and handed over the tight wolf blade in her arms to Wolf Po.

Wolf Feng wanted to catch Wolf Po and ask him clearly, but the screen began to flicker violently......

Blurred vision...... The scene passed by like a scrolling scroll, and Wolf Feng looked at the fast-forwarding scene in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking......

As soon as the picture turned, Wolf Feng found himself in Si Bolan, in the square of Si Bolan Qiling Temple, a beautiful white fox girl was hung on it, her white clothes were stained with a lot of blood, she raised her head slightly, and her blood-soaked lips squirmed slightly:

"Blade...... Help me!"

Suddenly, his vision was blurred, and he saw blood-drenched heads, and if he looked closely, it turned out to be Weili, Duo'er, A-Qing, and Sals......

Wolf Feng knew that all this was an illusion, but he still couldn't let go.

Wolf Feng was dumbfounded, and suddenly a sigh suddenly came from the distant sky, and the picture flew again, some strange races attacked the Divine Continent, all races fell into the flames of war, and the relatives around him died one after another,

Wolf Feng suddenly found that there was a blood-stained armor on his body, a hideous-looking, incomparably huge monster waved four huge arms, and swung towards Wolf Feng, Wolf Feng was shocked to find that he didn't have a trace of strength, and could only watch the huge arm penetrate his body, and the four-armed monster smirked wildly and slapped his dry chest with Wolf Feng's body.

The scene turned, and the surroundings finally returned to normal, and he reappeared in the hall of Midgard.

Looking at the wolf blade, who had not yet come back to his senses, Midgard sighed heavily and said:

"You have good strength, although you have passed the second level with the help of your little fox, but you can be regarded as knowing how to improvise rather than brute, so your wisdom is not bad, just now in the third level, what emerges are the deepest thoughts in your heart, there are relatives and brothers, and you have a sense of awe for the enemy, so your heart is also good, but you are missing a little ......"

Wolf Feng finally came back to his senses, remembering that the illusion just now was still in a cold sweat, although everything was not true, but he was afraid, he was afraid that one day those would become reality......

Hearing Midgard's question, Wolf Feng looked up and said:

"What?"

"Fighting spirit...... Or rather, the goal!"

Midgard used two words to answer Wolf Feng's doubts, and regardless of Wolf Feng's puzzled expression, he said to himself:

"You never know what you're working for, so you've lost your fighting spirit, every fight you fight for the sake of fighting, not for the goal, and besides, your strength should have been stuck in a bottleneck recently, right?"

Wolf Feng also fell into deep thought, where did his fighting spirit come from, and what was his goal?

But Midgard is right, whether it is physical strength or mental power, he has recently fallen into a bottleneck,

With the Moon Sacrifice and the Beastmaster, his strength has exceeded the average of this continent by too much, and Wolf Feng can't even remember how long it has been since he enjoyed fighting, as Midgard said, he really just did it...... And fighting.

Although the power of the beast pattern cannot be sensed for the time being, and the spiritual power is also imprisoned, the growth of spiritual power will not be imprisoned, but for such a long time, he has not felt the slightest increase in spiritual power......

Maybe it's because the mysterious ancestral blood that Wolf Po gave him gave him a little protection, no matter what, he subconsciously thinks that he can't lose! It's a big deal to use ancestral blood to restore strength, Midgard is right, he has no fighting spirit, no goal......

Looking at the wolf blade Midgard, who was secretly thinking, nodded, knowing that his words had an effect, but he was still missing a fierce material, and continued:

"The world you live in is far from what you see, and the alien ...... you experience in the illusion"

"It exists, too!"

Wolf Feng took Midgard's words, his eyes were exceptionally bright, he knew, he had always been unambitious, thinking that it would be good to take care of the sky around him, but what about when something unpredictable happened?

Just like those alien races, the alien races that exist in the dreams created by Midgard and the stone carvings of the Son of the Beastmaster, if they do appear, will he really have the ability to protect the people around him?

Wolf Feng didn't know if Midgard deliberately added the last scene after seeing his heart, but he found the direction again, there is no absolute in this world, only by constantly climbing, constantly surpassing, and surpassing what Midgard said is not simple, can he keep a piece of the sky.

At this moment, Wolf Feng finally felt the slow growth of his mental power......