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The mountain peaks are steep and reach into the sky, as if the cut of the broken wall slashed by a knife is covered with green velvet vegetation, shivering in the warm wind.

The forest melts away from the ice, and the first young leaves are pulled out from the withered branches, and from a distance, it looks like a light green, like a blue tan in March located on the bleak earth.

In the deep underground valley beneath the barrier, the giant trees are lush and green, and the new young leaves stretch vigorously, covering the sky above the canyon.

Sunlight leaked through the cracks in the canopy and spilled down on the town at the bottom of the valley, as bright as ever.

Closed backyard doors, closed windows.

The manju sawa lantern hanging under the eaves was extinguished, and the ashes fluttered there.

Longya sat on the eaves with a black cat in her arms.

She looked at the bustling street outside the courtyard, and then at the deserted courtyard under the eaves, sighed, and rested her chin on the fat head of the black cat.

"I'm gone, and I want someone to help her take care of the cat, what kind ......of person is this?"

Brown sugar nestled in a big dark cloud in her arms, and yawned lazily.

The wind rises.

The morning light stirred the canopy of the trees, and thousands of branches of the sacred tree appeared in the shadows of the trees, and the rows of houses sat on them, sprinkled with golden spots.

Spacious meeting rooms.

The large floor-to-ceiling windows are half-obscured by a long dark red veil that hangs, revealing the green leaves that look like the ocean rolls outside.

Pure white flowers grow in the four corners of the room, the bright buds are raised, the candles bloom from the center of the flowers, and the light flashes between the wisps of incense.

A long table is placed in the center of the room.

The throne facing the floor-to-ceiling window is vacant as always, and the manju sawa is hollowed out on the back of the chair, sparkling golden in the sun, implying the breath of dignity and mystery.

Seven robed elders sat on either side of the long table.

"After the battle of Luochuan, Ellens's arrogance has been suppressed a lot. Elder Yu sat on the left side of the long table, his gray robe hanging diagonally on the ground, "Thinking that the most proud special forces have been hit hard, and there is no face to make trouble at this time, it seems that Lan Yue's decision was correct before." ”

"It's really stopped recently," the old man next to him nodded, a cross-cut scar on the bridge of his nose, like a coiled centipede, giving rise to a bit of chill, "but it doesn't mean that it's a good thing, with Ellen Is's past wrist, silence is just a prelude to the storm." ”

Lan Feng sat at the other end of the long table facing the throne, holding his chin lazily with one hand, his short dark purple hair hanging down, and the black camellia stud earring in his left ear was shining:

"Improved armor is being manufactured in full swing, and the water, land, and air traffic in the Galandel region are also under strict surveillance, and if Ellens wants to start a storm, our people are ready for anything. ”

"All ready?" came a cold snort.

Qian Lao sat on the right side of the long table, lazily leaning on the chair with his hands, his red hair was blazing, and a pair of scarlet eyes looked at him coldly:

"In terms of military and material resources, or the most suitable and appropriate opportunity, our people were ready for everything as early as the day of the defeat in the holy war a few months ago. ”

"Just wait for Lan Yue to come back to life, while Ellen Is celebrating the holy scriptures and relax his vigilance, pour all the forces of the clan to attack him unprepared, and kill him with a fatal shot! You can easily capture Ellen Is, eradicate the angel clan, and completely end this ant-like dark hiding days......

He sighed:

"It's a pity, everything is ready at the critical moment, and this 'Dongfeng', which was finally recovered from hell, has disappeared, hehe...... It's really his usual style. ”

Suddenly there was silence.

Several old men sat in their respective places, looked at each other, and no one spoke again.

Lan Feng looked at his yin and yang weird appearance, and the hand holding his chin was slowly lowered, and he was about to speak-

"What style?" said a cold voice.

The door was open, the wind shone in the golden sunlight, and the flowers and trees in the corner of the room were blazing.

The young man was dressed in the golden morning light and walked in through the door.

The wind swept up the pitch-black robe, and the crimson manju sawa spread over it, and the robe flew with the fluttering of the dark red tassels.

He walked along the long table with a blank face, his fair and beautiful face bathed in the golden edge of the sun, and his long, thin eyelashes sprinkled with shallow shadows from his deep and beautiful red eyes.

A long jet-black hair spread down his chest to his waist like a pouring waterfall, and his long hair was dyed with the sun's broken gold, like gold filaments transparent and noble.

The beautiful and fair face is as pure as frost and snow, and the peerless appearance of the alluring city is no longer sickly and weak, pure and flawless, like an ice carving.

Silence again.

The air in the entire conference room seemed to freeze.

It wasn't until he walked slowly to his seat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, pulled out the hollowed-out chair of Manju Sawa and sat down.

Including Lan Feng, everyone was still staring at him dumbfounded, their expressions of surprise as petrified and stiff.

"Questions?"

His gaze faintly swept over the sluggish elders on either side of the long table, and finally landed on the faces of the red-haired elders beside him.

Suddenly locked by a pair of cold eyes, Qian Lao stared at the young man's fair-skinned and beautiful face with a cold coldness, a spirit slowly recovered from surprise, coughed lowly, and did not answer.

There was a hint of embarrassment in the silence of the atmosphere.

"Brother, it's just in time. A voice broke the silence.

Lan Feng looked at him, his dark red eyes shining brightly:

"Let's talk about it. ”

Yu Lao nodded and smiled at him: "It's rare that you are willing to come to this conference room, but today is unusual." ”

Several other elders chimed in, smiling at him one by one.

Slowly retracting his gaze, the cold air under his eyes faded silently, he lazily raised his eyelashes, and said in an indifferent tone:

"Go ahead and leave me alone. ”

Elder Yu nodded, looked at the old men on both sides of the long table, and looked at him again:

"Okay, there are some things, we plan to wait for the meeting to end and let Lan Feng inform you, but since you are here in person, let's talk about it together. ”

"As we just mentioned, Ellens has been reining in a lot lately. For our people, this is a period of reprieve before the storm, dangerous, but also an opportunity. ”

"At present, all matters within the clan are proceeding in an orderly manner, and both the headquarters and the branches in the various regions of Galandel are preparing for future wars...... This is presumably the same with Elenis. ”

Lan Feng sat at the end of the long table and nodded:

"Brother can rest assured about these things in the clan, I can take care of it. ”

"The most urgent thing now is to solve the problem of your brother's body as soon as possible before Ellen Ace launches the next wave of war. ”

Yu Lao looked at him with a solemn expression:

"Yes, Lan Yue, this problem will have to be solved sooner or later. If you encounter a strong enemy in the future war, and you have even one loophole because of the backlash, this will be a fatal blow to you, our army, and even the entire demon clan. ”

"If we are not careful, we may be following in the footsteps of 300 years ago. ”

Lan Yue looked at the solemnity in his eyes, slowly lowered her eyelashes, and looked at her hands.

Regurgitation ...... Is it?

"The original resurrection array technique was extremely complicated, and we worked in the laboratory for three hundred years, and after thousands of repeated trials, we dared to finally set up the array technique, using the flesh and blood of angels as a sacrifice to welcome you back. ”

Another elder at the long table looked at him and frowned:

"And now as long as you overuse your strength, your body is very prone to backlash...... I think it's likely a side effect of the resurrection formation. After all, the strongest technique in the four legends of life and death time and space should be the power of the gods. ”

"If you force your behavior, you will leave behind trouble. ”

Lan Feng's fingertips flicked, the black and purple streamer swept by, and a stack of materials appeared in his hand:

"I tried all kinds of dark attribute ingredients and tonics for my brother to take, but with little effect. After months of thinking about it, this is probably the last option—"

Lan Yue watched the air ripple in his hand, and the stack of materials in Lan Feng's hand had appeared in his hand out of thin air.

The white fingers slowly picked up a piece of information on the surface.

The white paper is light and thin, and the pen and ink outline a strange and treacherous beast, and a walnut-shaped crystallization is drawn next to it.

He looked at the strange beasts and core totems on the paper, frowned slightly, and slowly lowered his gaze......

Thin lips lightly opened, and the name was pronounced:

"Long...... Off?"