Ye Qing struggled in a blood-colored dream. ◢ with ◢ dream ◢ small ◢ .lā

In the dream, there was a white beast like a swarm of ants, her corpse lying like a giant in the cold snowfield, the beasts competing to devour her flesh, red blood spilling red and white fur.

In her dreams, she stood alone in the white city, watching the white city gradually dyed a dazzling red.

In the dream, those dark blue eyes flickered, and they poured like a tide into towns and villages, and then receded like a tide.

Nothing was taken away, nothing was left.

In such a blood-colored dream, she was just a bystander, and there were countless forms of killing, but there was only one posture for her to watch.

Gaze, but unable to move.

It was as if there was an invisible net covering her whole body, so that every finger no longer listened to her command.

Unable to speak.

Unable to call for help.

Can't shed tears.

Unable.

Slaughter.

I'm not reconciled.

In the dream, Ye Qing whispered countless times like the wind blowing through the dense birch forest.

I'm not reconciled.

She said this, thirsting for all the power of everything.

I'm not reconciled.

I'm really, really unwilling.

In the midst of such a confession over and over again, the giant web began to shake.

Six simple and deep lines slowly emerged in the blood-colored world, they were connected in pairs, and finally formed a six-pointed star circle, Ye Qing stood in the center of the circle, the white giant mesh was broken, and the girl slowly stood up from the bound net, and a narrow band of light slowly grew behind her.

It is like wings, but no bird has such wings.

Black, white, red, blue, cyan, brown.

Six large, slender bands of light stretched out from her back and then unfurled, the hundreds of feet long bands of light almost obscuring the entire sky.

The girl in white looked indifferently at the beings at her feet, as her body flew high.

The city crumbled beneath her feet, and the blue-haired maiden stood above the ruins of white and red, the vast land without daylight, only the great shadows cast by her wings in the sky.

The herd that had devoured her, and devoured countless humans, humbled its knees before the newborn her, longing for her forgiveness and blessing.

But the indifferent-eyed girl simply stretched out a hand to them, and a grand light bloomed from her palm.

Then wake up.

Ye Qing opened his eyes blankly and saw the unfamiliar vault.

The rough blue-gray vault has a slight hint of smoke.

Then she remembered blood, endless blood.

Ye Qing struggled to sit up, her whole body was covered with a weak sense of pain, she lay down in the white animal skin, and a warm bonfire burned not far away.

It's like waking up from the previous coma, only this time she wasn't really injured, only this time there was no white cat sleeping at her feet.

But she never came here.

This strange cave.

Strange everything.

Ye Qing tried to get off the bed of animal skins, stepped on his boots, and walked out lightly step by step.

The entrance to the cave was covered by a boulder, and she pushed it away with all her might, and then saw a blinding light.

The cold wind blew on her face, making her, who was still a little weak, shrink her body.

The blonde boy looked back, his pale golden eyes were tinged with sadness.

"Are you awake?"

He sat at the mouth of the cave all night in the wind and snow, and even his lips were a little purple at this time, even with his constitution accustomed to the cold, but other than that, the boy looked healthy.

Ye Qing wrapped his body tightly and watched him slowly speak: "I had a terrible dream. ”

Shi Feng smiled faintly when he heard this: "What a coincidence, I also had a terrible dream. ”

Ye Qing looked at the little white shadow in the distance, it was almost early morning now, and the blizzard was much smaller, so he could see the outline of that small city.

"We've been to that city?"

Shi Feng nodded: "I've also been to farther cities. ”

"When were they killed?" Ye Qing asked.

After the previous hysterical emotional release, and a whole night of terrifying dreams, the girl finally regained her composure.

"Probably last night." Shi Feng said softly: "She just knew that I was coming, so she deliberately killed so many people to show me." ”

"She?" Ye Qing asked.

"Stone glass." Shi Feng said the name without some emotion, and then added, "My biological sister." ”

Ye Qing bit his lip tightly, then turned his head and entered the cave.

"I think we need more communication, come in."

……

……

Beside the warm bonfire, Shi Feng faintly told Ye Qing about his strange dream.

A dream that is real and terrifying, but ends in an extremely illusory dream.

There's so much cruelty in the story, but the boy seems to be talking about someone else.

Ye Qing was just a loyal listener, but when she heard about the identity of the Dragon Bone Lich, even she couldn't help but show a trace of fear.

The dragon bone lich is naturally a terrifying existence, with a long lifespan and unfathomable strength, but after all, there are too many strong people in this world who can compete with him, with Ye Qing's identity, not to mention the existence of Lin Xi, who stands at the peak of human beings, if the empire makes up its mind, it can naturally erase this strong man in the Ziwei Realm who is powerful, but in fact alone.

Especially when he knew that the dragon bone lich had greatly destroyed the tacit understanding between the powerhouses of the Heavenly Realm, and even plotted to enslave the demonic beasts and perform the death ritual.

But when the Dragonbone Lich turns into Rodriguez, everything is completely different.

Rodriguez is one of the most powerful beings that mankind has ever seen, and without the birth of the Three Sages, it can even be asserted that he would be the most powerful human in tens of thousands of years.

He is the most powerful and profound necromancer known to mankind, and his knowledge and power have been matched by no one in the world for tens of thousands of years, and in the realm of death, even the profound and powerful Sage of the Moon is ashamed of himself.

If it weren't for his unexpected life-and-death war with the future saint, some people even thought that he would not have fallen at all, and if the Necronomicon continued to exist, then the Ottoid Empire would not have been able to establish its current territory, and the necromantic magic would not have gradually withered to this point.

But history has no ifs.

He's just dead.

Die in a battle that no one expected.

But now Shi Feng told her that instead of dying, Rodriguez had existed as a dragon bone lich for hundreds of years, and now he had finally accumulated a lot of money, trying to create a near-saint existence that could pollute the saint.

The severity of such a matter is multiplied in an instant.

Even if Rodriguez only has the peak combat power of Ziwei now, his knowledge and realm are all at the ultimate level of Taiwei, and his real combat power is far beyond his level, not to mention that with his insight and planning, now that he has been born in this posture, he naturally has multiple countervails and interference.

No one wanted to test his back.

Ye Qing sighed.

"Let's talk about Shili, I want to know more about your sister than about it."