"Vita water?" Yan Ling asked, looking up again and carefully mobilizing his senses, trying to capture all the sensations of being in the water.

The ripples and phosphorescence on the outside were a complete disguise for the lake that belonged to the lost city, and beneath the azure water was a small palace with a hint of darkness and darkness.

There are no aquatic plants, no fish, not even any living matter, just the sound of water rushing in and out of the lungs.

"It represents life. Seems like a joke. Zhou Zhifeng said lightly, put the fire gun back on his waist, and stared up and down at the ancient sculpture in front of him, as if he was looking for something.

Watching Zhou Zhifeng carry his body away, Yan Ling carefully observed the surroundings.

It seems that under the surface of the water, the empire's traditional standard firecracker cannot produce any effect, if you abandon the factor of demonic source power and rely on physical strength alone, maybe you still have a chance to resist Zhou Zhifeng.

He is an independent person, an independent individual.

If fate were in the hands of others, wouldn't it have become a joke for the generals of this empire.

Even if the Lost City was handed back to Tempest by Zhou Zhifeng, and it was not hidden like a powerful bow and arrow, his future could only be filled with bleakness, and there was no chance of forgiveness.

Thinking of this, Yan Ling quietly lowered the huge box behind him.

First a corner, then the entire underside, to ensure silence.

It seems that Zhou Zhifeng did not observe this abnormal movement behind him, but after striking at a certain place in the statue, after pressing something, he took two steps back, folded his hands, and under his forehead, and prayed simply:

"Great wind god, I praise you, you bless me. I am a child of the wind and a subject of the wind. We have been lost for 10,000 years, and today, after the seal of ice, the burning of fire, and the endless trials of the Creator, I am finally able to stand by your side. The Laputa you have created will reappear in this world, it will no longer be suspended in the air, but will play out its own future with all things. Bless me. ”

Standing aside from him and observing Yan Ling, who was waiting for his strength to recover, there was no more expression on his face. Respect for the gods is not so obvious in the Flame Empire, a country that belongs to the East.

Even the people here do not face life like people in other parts of the continent, and even praise the gods when they just meet. And they know that it is their own hands that create everything, so they do not praise any unknown or even never-seen mysteries, but only hard work and labor.

"The god of the wind, ridiculous. Yan Ling said in disgust.

If the god of the wind really exists, I don't know how he will feel in the face of an action that is about to kill tens of millions of people.

"However, the people of the Central Empire are no less attached to the gods than the people in the west of the continent. But if the gods really existed, one should take a serious look at this world, a hundred years ago a land of lava and volcanoes, filled with burning and dying fiery empires. If it weren't for the step-by-step transformation of our ancestors, with the help of the gods, what would they have been able to do? Yan Ling continued to spit in his heart.

For this question, he seems to have endless refutations and spits.

The royal family of the Flame Empire was indeed the leader of the transformation of this land of flames five hundred years ago. It was their suffering, their calamities, and even their deaths that made the empire that is now the most powerful in the world.

"O god of the wind, show your power and open the door to the core for us. The entire Windpeople will thank you, and the entire human race will be redeemed again because of you. The wind. ”

Zhou Zhifeng's further prayer made Yan Ling's body just about to sprint forward make a short pause, although most of the words in Zhou Zhifeng's entire prayer were nonsense, but "The Gate of the Core Area of the Lost City" was indeed closely related to him.

"It seems that I should wait for the passage to open, otherwise I will have to wait for the gates of the Lost City to be found here, and I will have to delay even more. Yan Ling hesitated, and the fist he had just clenched was also put down.

He was more like a wolf in the grasslands of the northern part of the empire at the moment, although he braved the green light in the dark night to find prey, and even needed to lie dormant under adverse conditions, he could not venture in. He didn't make contact with anyone in the front team, and while they most likely had lost their lives, the difficulty of the situation didn't change much.

This is a hellish level of difficulty.

Yan Ling thought like this, and also made a wolf-like cunning look, staring at Zhou Zhifeng, who was similar to a prey in front of him, as long as he opened the passage, he would go straight forward and regain the initiative.

Zhou Zhifeng, who was staring closely, did not turn around after a short prayer, but slowly got up, his hands surging with pure green light.

This is the Wind Demon Source Power that belongs to the Wood Demon Source Power Superior.

Although Yan Ling didn't believe it half an hour ago, at this moment, this power was really displayed in front of him.

"Show your strength, O wind. Zhou Zhifeng roared, and from his hands, his back, and his forehead, a rich green energy poured out as if he didn't want money, converging towards a small point of the statue.

Yan Ling carefully observed, that small dot was the position of the old man's eyebrows.

"In the mythology of the people of the empire, the center of the eyebrows is an important place. It's a coincidence that he, as a person from the Lost City, will also gather his power here. Yan Ling smiled, motionless.

The power of the surging wind whistling and swirling in the water of Vita is like a violent wind on land, which does not exist in the source of buoyant water, and any disturbance cannot affect the body of the person who stretches out in the slightest.

Those green rays of light seemed to evolve into young elves, turning into green balls and constantly pouring into the center of the statue's eyebrows.

Yan Ling thought to his head, if these "elves" could speak, would they praise the creator and the god of the wind loudly?

Click, click, click, click.

I don't know from which direction the sound of mechanical operation came from the bottom of the lake, but the magic source power in Zhou Zhifeng's hand seemed to be pouring in continuously, and it did not weaken or stop in any way.

Machinery sounds, magic power roars, and water spins.

The interweaving and surging of the three voices lasted for a full ten minutes.

Long, but not short.

Finally!

The brief mechanical sound turned into the rumbling sound of the giant door opening, the faint roar of the demonic source power evolved into the wind blowing through the altar palace as a whole, and the short and weak water flow turned into a tornado visible to the naked eye in front of Yan Ling, with Zhou Zhifeng as the center.

It's just that Zhou Zhifeng, who is in the eye of the storm, has not been affected at all.

"Turn it on. ”

The faint three words don't feel like a prayer, but more like a command.

After a brief violent tremor, the rumbling stopped for a moment, and the large well, which was the width of several people in front of them, seemed to have received the blessing of the wind god, and the water in the deeper part of the interior was violently swirling, churning, and finally emitting a pale green color belonging to the wind.

And Zhou Zhifeng, who started all this, seemed to have consumed a lot of physical strength, and knelt forward a little tiredly, breathing heavily.

"Opportunity. Yan Ling said happily.

At this moment, he is like a wild wolf that has found its injured prey, he can't care about more, only the short battle in front of him can turn his situation around.

As he shouted, his hands clenched into fists, his calf muscles contracted slightly, and he rushed forward.

Rumble!

Just as his form was halfway through the journey, an even more violent vibration came from deeper at the bottom of the lake, interrupting his sprinting and jerking his body towards the statue.

"O Anemo, you're here. Zhou Zhifeng shouted almost frantically, trembling his hands, and swayed towards the mouth of the churning well.

And the Yan Ling behind him, I don't know if it was suppressed by this vibration or the source power of the wind demon, he actually tried to get up in place several times, but he couldn't move a bit.

"Damn, damn, damn!" Yan Ling roared, in the same tone as when he faced the people of the Luo family on the fighter plane.

But at that time, with the cover of the Imperial warplanes and the help of the Holy Weapon, he could still barely achieve victory.

However, the flames, mixed with the currents and winds, had no effect.

"Just watch quietly. Zhou Zhifeng turned his head to look at Yan Ling fiercely.

At some point, he was already holding a pale green sharp sword in his hand, very similar to the holy weapon held by a human warrior in the Dragon War five hundred years ago.

"The waterways will send us to the core, where everything will reappear on earth. ”

After saying this, Zhou Zhifeng stumbled a little in the shaking, and barely touched the position of the wellhead.

In front of Yan Ling's puzzled face, he smiled slightly, and plunged his long sword straight into the position where the surface of the wellhead emitted a green light.

Sou!

After a slight sound, Yan Ling, Zhou Zhifeng, and the wooden box containing the sacrifices behind them, like leaves, were violently sucked in by the water in the well and dissipated in place.

And the statue that had just been infused with the power of the demon source also disappeared to the bottom of the lake.

After a short period of tumbling, everything here finally returned to calm.

......

Ache!

Numbness!

A feeling of suffocation like a lack of oxygen filled the surroundings of the Yan Ling.

It was as if he had gone through a long dream from which he could not wake up, and it was as if he had been struggling for a long time in an endless dark abyss.

In the midst of the intricate whispers, under the game filled with the sound of flowing water, his soul seemed to finally be unable to endure this crazy torture, so that he had to open his eyes again.

"This ...... Where is this?" Looking at the dark space, with only a faint light, Yan Ling inadvertently shouted.

"This is a hidden space that belongs to the collaborators of the Dark. A dark, but slightly immature voice came from behind Yan Ling.