The golden feather hangs in the middle, the golden yellow is dazzling, the dark color light covers the entire sky like a curtain, and the phoenix can be distinguished by listening carefully.

The holy weapon is often born with visions, the golden phoenix licks its wings, flies against the light, where the golden silk thread falls, the golden lotus blooms, the water ripples wave through the layer, and when the obstacle is touched, the delicate water droplets of the lotus leaf bath shake up, as if the golden phoenix flies out of the water and soars in the sky.

The heavenly holy weapon, bearing the golden legend, is like the warm light of the dawn, blooming with strange light.

"Holy relics! holy relics really exist! What a wonderful existence, crazy to the point of outrageous, wonderful, wonderful......" The ink eyes suddenly lit up, the greed that longed to have, the throbbing in the bottom of the heart, and a trace of regret and loneliness that was not in line with the time, "No, it's a pity... It's a pity! It's a pity! It's a little bit different from the real holy thing, so subtle...... I don't know how to put it into words, but the feeling of defects makes me feel uncomfortable. ”

The kind of wonder that should be lined with holy relics, I don't know where there is a little bit of charm, like a picture scroll that is extremely exciting, but after observing for a while, there is a little bit of charm, and I can only sigh.

The thought flashed through his mind that a fake was a fake after all, and no matter how perfect the packaging was, it still couldn't hide the flaws it contained.

Although the golden feather is a pseudo-holy relic, its power should be infinitely close to the existence of a holy relic, even if the real holy relic stands in front of it, the golden feather can compete with it and fight it out.

Yangmu's face was solemn, and in his subtlely changing demeanor, worry was hidden in his eyes: "Holy Maiden Temple...... What do you mean... I have to take the land of the fairies!"

Even if he didn't ask, the meaning was clear.

"Fairy Lands, don't! I want the Elven Core. ”

The light and pleasant voice came into his ears, Wan Yingxiu who was beside him did not open her mouth, the voice must not be hers, the source of the voice gave him a shock, made him palpitate, and even lost his mind for a moment.

The person who spoke should be at the same level as him, and maybe slightly stronger than him at the same level?

That's all relative to himself in his heyday, and now he doesn't have that much ability, and if he fights against that mysterious voice, he can only be slaughtered.

The mysterious voice sounded again, and he scolded and scolded: "Xiaoyi, I want you to summon the holy relics and solve them quickly, but you don't listen!"

The dexterous sharp tongue licked away the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and he smiled and smiled: "When I met Lord Yangmu, who was famous in the Three-Yuan War, I couldn't help but be a little excited, and I wanted to play for a while." ”

"You dare to quibble! Dad, when you come back, see if I don't clean you up. ”

The words are fierce, but the worry revealed cannot be concealed at all.

provoked Wanying's hippie smile to melt into a gentle smile, and said softly: "Okay, let you play with it when you come back, all set." ”

Yang Mu smiled knowingly, he couldn't imagine that it was true that the lilies in the Holy Maiden Hall were flooded, and the Holy Maiden Hall was really rich in heritage, and he was really good at playing!

"The little girl is playing with the holy relics, I'm afraid I can't bear its power, so you might as well give up! Self-confidence is good, but if you go too far, you will be in danger of dying of incense. ”

Wan Ying's slender hand stretched out, the slender arm was white and red, crystal clear, the golden feather was interspersed with fingertips, and the phoenix roared three times, and disappeared: "Ahh ”

The golden feather on the fingertips, the golden light is long, a golden sword, and the skin between the palms of Ying's hands has lost its whiteness.

Yang Mu didn't dare to be careless, the "perfect" pseudo-holy object was not something he could handle with a serious injury and forcible use of his abilities.

Two spatial vortices appeared in his wings, the time domain covered the entire body, the passing time fragments exuded a colorful luster, the space was distorted and deformed, and the different ports were connected in a disorderly manner, like a delicate traffic, and the flowers gradually became charming.

Wan Yingjiao snorted, and the sword that Jin Yu turned into was sent, and the force that pushed it out was very light, and the power that fell in the time domain and space was heavy.

The wrist turned lightly, the chaotic domain was dispersed, the time domain and space were not recovered, but annihilated and collapsed in another way. The sword qi poured out like a wave of water, and the offensive wave after wave was endless, forcing Yangmu to retreat step by step.

"You can actually admit defeat, my mission this time is only to obtain the Fairy Core. ”

Yang Mu snorted, it was they that he guarded, this was the meaning, and it was also the principle he held: "It is impossible to admit defeat." ”

Wan Yi shook her head helplessly, she said more things that shouldn't be said, and there were some strange and incomprehensible feelings in her heart: "This kind of reversal, the smell of killing the strong, let me enjoy it!"

The spatial domain exploded, layer after layer of exotic superimposed, the sword blade pointed out, the golden light split an unhindered slit, and with a hissing sound in the chest, the cloth "bounced" the crack, and the blood fell into the spatial superposition domain.

The golden sword divided into three sharp lights, bypassing the turbulent area of the space domain and the time domain, and the two rounds of space vortices came from both sides, and the fierce wind was self-generated, and the golden light was scattered, but the golden light still had to win, and the speed of the space vortex torrent gradually slowed down, and the original wind-breaking momentum gradually withered.

This durable resistance was only a dozen seconds, and it can be said that the battle between the strong was only in a moment.

Before the golden light could spread around him, a mouthful of crimson blood spurted out, and the time limit was almost up, and a sense of weakness invaded in bursts. If he uses spiritual power like this, the weakness and sequelae will get worse the more he goes.

"Before the soldiers reach the embankment, how can the embankment water be sprayed so quickly?"

"You're so humorous. "Angry, emphasized, dangerous.

The space was frantically torn apart, the fragments of time flowed, and everything was silent everywhere it passed, but the fierce wind that kept pouring in from the external space, not afraid of the majesty of the golden light, roared forward.

The golden light flies, the phoenix is nine days, the golden feathers are scattered, all are a yellow ocean, the mountains and peaks can not maintain the posture, like a weak scholar and talent, withered and weak, full of sorrow.

Wan Ying held the sword and shook it, breaking through the golden light in front of the road, and also dissolving the surging wind, and the shadow was lost in the golden orange light......

Forcibly suppressing the feeling of dizziness and powerlessness, Yang Mu had no intention of caring about the consequences, and the gap in the space exploded, sharp and thorny, like a hedgehog back stabbing in the back, and the violent aura overflowed from the ink pupils, and the flying qi steamed upward.

……

The golden light escaped into the darkness, and under the follow-up of the dazzling strong light, the surrounding area returned to its usual brightness and light, and everything was full of vitality, and the rhythm of life in the greenery was vibrant.

The red blood dripped down Wan Ying's wrist, and the golden feather appeared on her slender fingertips again, wiping the cherry red on her red lips imperceptibly: "It's over...... Goodbye, Yoki-sama. ”

The strong body was riddled with holes, and his hands hung weakly from his waist, and under the pull of gravity, he fell towards the mountain, and Yang Mu closed his heavy eyes.

The moment he closed it, he seemed to see ......

The land of the elves was reduced to ruins, the elves were corpsed on it, the rivers were soaked in bright red, the clear water was smeared with delicate, the sky reflected and refracted all kinds of light, and the elven core flew into the air.

The land of the fairies, he can't protect it anymore!

On the high city wall, the moss is jagged, the red apricots outside the wall stretch out the branches, the petals fall on the city wall, the noisy voices go all the way forward, the traffic is busy, until the depths, and it is silent again, there is ......

The slender shadow of Qingluan on the stone rock looked forward to it, and the strong black shadow in the distance reappeared, and there were tears hidden in the moving eyes, and he forcibly endured it not to fall.

There, he can't go back!

Those beautiful vows, let it pass away with the wind with the beauty of the past.