What surprised him was that when he talked about the witch, an incredible feeling appeared in his heart, and Huang Quan knew that it was a love that was like nothing. Vaguely, a hazy image of a woman appeared in Huang Quan's eyes, dreamlike and unpredictable.

It's just that this feeling disappeared in an instant, and the illusion of the woman was shattered.

The dragon spirit regained its evil and coldness, knowing that Huang Quan was spying on its mind just now, the dragon spirit didn't care, and his voice was cold, "Huang Quan, now, I will help you restore the strength of the terracotta warriors, I hope you can keep your promise!

The corners of Huang Quan's mouth hooked up a hint of curvature, "Yes, Lord Dragon......"

In an instant, the purple light lit up from the body of Huangquan, the next moment, the spell mark on the high platform was magnificent, a purple ripple spread around with the high platform as the center, and the next moment, I saw a tremor under the high platform, hundreds of terracotta warriors and horses emerged from the ground, neatly aligned, and the dark eyes of the terracotta warriors and horses lit up with purple fluorescence.

Airplanes!

In an instant, all the dead terracotta warriors and horses were resurrected, and the fierce aura of slaughter came to the face!

In the dungeon, the dragon was resurrected, and all the terracotta warriors and horses were successfully awakened, and suddenly, the surging power surged, making Huang Quan's body on the high platform tremble, and he felt that kind of power, belonging to the spiritual power of five hundred years ago, powerful and incredible power!

"Is this spiritual power?" Huang Quan muttered to himself.

Xiao Wei spoke at this time, "Yes, back then, Chun Tao fused some of the spiritual power into these terracotta warriors, and because it was sealed, it has been preserved until now. It's just a little, but it's enough to deal with the current ninja. ”

"Tsubaki Tao, is that the witch that the adults said they were talking about?"

Huang Quan was slightly stunned, remembering the woman who had a lot to do with Sixteen Nights that Wei Wei said just now.

"It's her ......" Wei Wei said in a gloomy tone, as if he remembered the previous things again, and even Huang Quan felt that touch of amazement.

"It's a pity that everything has changed, spanning five hundred years, and it has been in vain after all......"

"Really?"

Huang Quan was a little surprised, he knew that there must be something between the dragon and Tsubaki Tao, the romance? Just kidding, witches and demons, this kind of thing is simply a big joke in the world, but this kind of thought is just fleeting, Huang Quan doesn't want to offend the ancient demon in his body because of this.

After all, the melancholy in the heart of the dragon was suppressed, and even he himself was a little strange, why did he show such a mood in front of this human being, maybe it was because he had nothing to put his inner feelings on for many years, and he couldn't control it for a while.

Thinking like this, the dragon comforted himself.

After a while, the dragon said: "Huangquan, these terracotta warriors and horses will be handed over to you, help me level the world and create a new world!"

"Yes, sir. ”

The corners of Huang Quan's mouth hooked a trace of arc, I will definitely change this world completely......

The night is still dark, the slight breeze blows away the mist in the sky, and Shion kneels on the tatami mat, and the moonlight like water reflects the elegant posture into a jade color.

Since she was awakened by the nightmare, Shion has not fallen asleep again, and at this time her face is still the same, and she does not see any change in her feelings. It's just that under the calm exterior is panic and worry, the scene in the dream is vivid, huge purple demons, clumps of tentacles, lava rivers rolling down, sharp whistling, surging power......

"Why ......?"

Shion tightened her hands under the wide sleeved robe, and she suddenly hated herself a little, "Why bother others, once again, is this my fate?"

Thinking of the white figure falling from the sky, the purple thunder and lightning, breaking through many obstacles and easily cutting off the tentacles of the dragon, but finally drowned in the endless torrent, at this time, the sharp whistling of the dragon could be vaguely heard in the ears of the aster.

It was really terrifying, Shion forced herself not to think about it, but she still couldn't get that last scene out of her mind, like a nick, deep and indelible.

Shion was born with an ability to prophesy that every time she was about to encounter danger, she would see various scenes, which were the scenes of the tragic deaths of the people around her.

Shion knows that prophecy is a forbidden technique to protect oneself, sacrificing the lives of others in exchange for one's own safety, similar to transferring flowers and trees, grafting one's own bad luck to others, so as to avoid all kinds of disasters.

Shion had heard Maitreya say that her power had been inherited from Sixteen Nights, and this forbidden technique was originally Sixteen Nights' innate ability, and after five hundred years, it was reincarnated into her body again. However, compared to Sixteen Nights, Shion's ability has some limitations, and only when she hears the bell ringing, she can predict what will happen in the future.

Speaking of bells, we have to mention the fragments of the magic weapon of the sixteenth night, the sixteenth night died, the magic weapon was broken, her descendants collected the fragments of the magic weapon, after five hundred years of history, when it arrived in the hands of Ziyuan, the fragment of the magic weapon was only a bell left. However, don't underestimate this bell, it has incredible power, and this bell is the most important part of the Sixteen Nights Ritual Weapon.

The magic weapon of the sixteenth night is called the soul bell, which is a tower-shaped magic weapon composed of thirty-six bells, and it was with the soul bell that the sixteenth night suppressed the spirit. This bell was originally the top one of the soul bells, maintaining all the sources of power of the soul bells, and it was almost equivalent to the existence of a machine soul.

The silver bell hangs from Aster's chest, which is a good ornament, although it usually doesn't ring at all. However, this is also in line with Aster's heart, because every time the bell is remembered, it indicates that a person will die because of her.

Because of this, Shion gave the bell a name, the Dementor Bell, although it had a creepy taste, but Shion liked it very much, and she thought it was more appropriate.

Shion knelt on the tatami mat like this, her eyes slightly stunned, as if she was thinking about it, and she seemed to be feeling guilty.

"After this time, everything will come to an end, my fate, the fate of the witch of the Oni Country, will end in my hands, Mother, I think you also want to see this ending, it's time to cut off the shackles that fate has attached to us......"

The breeze blows the tassels, and the thin light veil ripples in the moonlight, silver, cold, and the night is still there.

Outside, a group of guards guarded Shion, and they had spent the past few years, after all, Shion was the most important thing in a country, and her life was more important than anything else.

The guards were tired, and they didn't rest, so they stood like this, the candles around them kept flickering, and under the faint light, the guards looked into the distance, looking forward to the rising of the sun tomorrow.