Yang Ling expressed deep contempt for the bad habit of asking the leader to write an inscription and not letting him go. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But what exactly is it to write?

Yang Ling stared at the light and shadow and hesitated for a long time.

Is it a time in life when you have to have it, and there is no time in life when you can't force it?

Or is fate nothing more than the *** of the loser in his heart late at night?

Or is fate a pig-killing knife, purple grapes, black fungus, and soft bananas?

Or is fate just a joke played by God on you?

……

As an earth boy who has been immersed in the Internet chicken soup culture for more than 20 years, Yang Ling decided to pretend to write a few high-end and high-grade messages for the elves in the future, but as soon as his consciousness fell on the animal skin, his spiritual power surged out like a flood that burst the embankment, and he fell to the ground dizzy and fell to the ground before he could write it.

"I rely on ......"

This was Yang Ling's last consciousness before he fell into a coma.

I saw a flash of light and shadow on the animal skin, and the two Chinese characters 'I rely on' were imprinted on it by spiritual power, forming a new stream of consciousness, and then the light on the mountain wall converged and disappeared.

"Thank you Holy Spirit Mage for your precious message, all the elven people under the silver moon will thank you for your generosity, and the queen will entertain you with grandeur and kindness!"

A six-pointed star flashed in the canyon, and then turned into a green vortex, and the sleeping Yang Ling was swept into the vortex and disappeared.

I don't know which year it was in the silver calendar, when the ninth legendary magician of the Elven Clan's Demon and Martial Arts Double Cultivation struggled to pass the nine-layer test and reach the final level of the test canyon, he looked at the last record on the animal skin paper in the crystal ball and fell into tens of thousands of years of contemplation.

What do I mean by these two words?

How mysterious are these two words left by the eighth senior, who did not leave any name or information?

So he took these two words out and spread them to the entire elven race and even the whole world, hoping to find the answer, and he predicted that these two words would be the ultimate key to solving the ultimate destiny magic.

……

A golden sun hung in the sky and shone on the earth.

A towering giant tree nearly 100 kilometers high, clouds and mist wrap around the waist of the big tree, and the slim branches and leaves cover a radius of nearly 10,000 square kilometers.

Under the trees, there are mountains, snow-capped peaks, and waterfalls.

Forests, meandering rivers, colorful lakes dotted with pearls, all kinds of exotic flowers and plants are in full bloom, all kinds of beautiful insects are wandering and flying, gorgeous birds with long tail feathers, flying dragons fluttering their wings on the top of snowy peaks, and animals playing and playing......

Heaven and earth are pure without the slightest blemish.

Beauty can no longer describe the scenery of this world.

On top of the big tree, there are more creatures living, some live in the tree hole, some are wrapped in leaves, some lie on the trunk, knotted and stretched branches, each of which is tens of meters hundreds of meters and thousands of meters thick, and the leaves are also several meters in size, on the trunk, there are hanging vines and blooming flowers everywhere, pure sweet springs gush out of the big holes in some tree trunks, turn into waterfalls, and fall down the high and low layers of branches and leaves of the trunk, and then fall into the larger tree hole.

There were many beautiful wooden houses built on the thick branches, and some elves with green hair and dressed in leaves made of leaves, carrying rattan baskets on their backs, holding bows and arrows in their hands, jumped and walked flexibly on the big trees, singing beautiful songs that they could not understand, picking the most colorful and delicious wild fruits, and when they saw Yang Ling, they all stopped and saluted him respectfully, and offered the sweetest fruits they picked to him.

"Whew~"

With a terrifying roar, a creature nearly three hundred meters long, like a flying dragon in a Western fantasy novel, was spreading its huge wings and swooping down from the branches and leaves, with jagged fangs, hooked claws and long tails, and covered with green scales.

Countless small animals around them hurriedly hibernated, and those singing elves also hurriedly hid.

"Boom~"

The terrifying body of the flying dragon swept against the trunk of the tree, and the waves of qi set off by the huge wings directly fanned Yang Ling out of the trunk.

"You're paralyzed~!" Yang Ling fell, looking at the flying dragon that was passing by in horror, he still couldn't help but roar.

There is nothing more tragic in the world.

It took several days to climb and finally climb to this position.

And the flying dragon that rushed over made a big turn a few hundred meters away, and its wings flapped to chase Yang Ling, who was falling rapidly, and in just a few seconds, its huge body passed under Yang Ling.

"Bang~"

Yang Ling, who was dancing in the air, felt that he had hit something, and suddenly like a drowning person, he quickly grabbed it with both hands, and then tightly grabbed the two bulging things, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he was on the back of the flying dragon.

"Ang~~~"

The flying dragon let out an extremely long roar, its giant wings flapped a few times in a row, and its huge body continued to rise, constantly flying through the dense layers of branches and leaves to the top of the tree, and through the gaps, the mountains and snow peaks, lakes and rivers under the trees were rapidly shrinking.

Sitting on the back of the flying dragon, the tension and panic in Yang Ling's heart slowly disappeared.

I really can't imagine that there is such a strange and beautiful space hidden in the compass.

And this big tree is completely beyond his imagination.

I've seen a twenty-kilometer-tall mushroom and a colorful tree of rules, but compared to the tree in front of me, it's nothing more than that.

The flying dragon flew higher and higher, constantly breaking through the clouds and fog, and there was a thick breath of life rippling in the air, almost viscous and condensed into a liquid, passing through it, taking a deep breath, Yang Ling suddenly felt that the whole person was more than ten years younger, and the branches and leaves of the green tree in the sea of gods were scattered and shook together, and an extremely happy emotion emanated, very kind, very warm, like a child seeing his mother.

Could it be that this spiritual seed planted in my body by the spiritual heart came from this big tree?

Or was Lingchuxin originally a descendant of the elves?

At this time, Yang Ling believed more and more that the Spirit Clan and the Elf Clan had a very close relationship.

A few minutes later, the canopy of the tree is getting closer and closer, the top of the head is getting brighter and brighter, the breath of life is getting thicker and thicker, the life energy has been completely condensed into liquid, Yang Ling has completely forgotten the others, like a long-drought duck, opening his mouth and desperately swallowing these green liquids, the muscles, bones, skin, flesh and blood of the whole body, and the internal organs are full of vitality under the nourishment of this pure life energy, and the cells are like small motors, violently shocking.

"Wow~"

The wyvern flailed its wings with difficulty, and finally broke out of the liquid area.