The scorching sun is like a knife, there is not a single cloud in the blue sea and blue sky in front of you, and the dense waterspouts are whistling back and forth, as if they don't know the tired patrol guards.

There is a high dam by the sea, and there is a small wooden house on the dam. The hut was rudimentary, with a roof and walls, with the only opening facing away from the sea, and a wooden bed made of logs.

The stinky boy was lying in bed in a daze bored.

It's been a long time since I've tried to challenge a waterspout, although I know that it's the end, and although it's not difficult to break through the blockade of those tornadoes, but the stinky boy just can't muster up the spirit, even if he knows it's not right to be trapped in the illusion like this.

Maybe there's a fight outside......

Xiaoqiu must be worried......

There is already the power for revenge...... The fourth-order Fanor is no longer unattainable, and even thinking about it is an extravagant hope......

However, when Mo Liyun challenged the waterspout, he suddenly figured out one thing, why Tang Ning dragged himself into the illusion thousands of miles away.

In the beginning, Stinky Boy sees the illusion as a childish plot.

The two of them don't know each other, and now that Tang Ningniu is gone, they will naturally want to take revenge, and it is obviously a good choice to pull into the illusion.

Everyone is mature, Tang Huan's death is not on the head of the stinky boy, so a little angry and bad, maybe when he goes out, it will only be a thousand years, Tang Ning will have a prank on the opposite side with a successful expression, and nothing will be delayed.

But it's been in it for too long, so long that Mo Liyun is sure it's not a prank. Strength may be easily obtained, as long as there is enough talent, such as Tao Tao.

But the comprehension of power, especially the comprehension of power that does not belong to oneself, requires experience, and it is not something that young people can grasp.

This illusion is teaching, a hand-in-hand teaching that is exclusive to Mo Liyun.

White horses, sickles, mountain orchids, and until now the dragon scroll, the people who designed this illusion have a much higher grasp of power than Mo Liyun, so that they can interpret the fury of the wind to the fullest even though they don't understand the wind.

It was in the process of confrontation to submission that Mo Liyun truly understood the wind, and then the realm opened, and he naturally advanced to the fourth order without feeling any hindrance.

Such a person Mo Liyun can only think of one, and he also has an inexplicable relationship with Tang Ning. Ethel, the master of the world, the man of the legendary gods.

Why did Prodi help him advance to the Fourth Order? It can't be to protect Maori, obviously he has the power to destroy the world, and he can suppress Di Qingwei by himself and dare not move, but he doesn't even care about his motherland.

Recalling Prodi's personality, Mo Liyun immediately understood the reason.

It's a Colosseum. He, Fanol, and Prodi are just picking the next opponent, or potential opponent.

It was because of this idea that he was thrown into the sky with a distraction after almost breaking through the waterspout, and he has never tried to challenge it since.

Maybe it's a psychological factor, since the idea of giving up, the day has become hotter and hotter, and if it gets hotter, it will probably spontaneously combust.

Even if you're the strongest person in the world, you're talking too much about yourself.

Waving his hand to cover the leaves above his head more tightly, the stinky boy squinted his eyes in peace, did he really think that Young Master Mo had no temper? If I don't challenge, I won't go out, Maori......

Jingle Bell Bell ......

"Stop arguing...... Let me sleep for a while. ”

Jingle Bell Bell Bell ......

The noisy alarm clock is the same as Xiaoqiu's one-dime...... Forget it, even if it's a fighting beast, you can't really let go of Xiaoqiu and those guys in Maori because of your fighting spirit......

Chirp! The eagle cries more than the air.

……

Fanol walked step by step towards the Josiah couple who had lost their ability to resist, the third order against the fourth order, and the gap between the ranks was not something that could be broken through by bravery and determination.

"If you die, the Greenwich Kingdom will fall for the second time."

"It would have been aberrant to pin the fortunes of the country on one or two people. When we die, the remnants of the earth will naturally find their way. Phoenix straightened the broken hair on Curran's forehead and sat up gently with him, leaning against the track, not looking at Fanol, who was getting closer and closer.

"I wonder if the people who believe in you think the same way." Fanor stood still, looking at the two of them condescendingly. Kill them, and the last of Maori's resistance falls.

"They'll always think of it." Curran coughed, gritted his teeth, pulled out the sword in his chest, and threw it to the ground. The crystals of Paradise Lost collided with the magnetic energy crystals, making a nice crisp sound.

"I hope so." Fanol raised his hand, like a ripple of water, and two people walked out behind him, Angel and Vladino, and jumped off the track with a gentle smile.

"You've always been a vile villain." Curran smiled freely, took Phoenix's hand and closed his eyes to death.

Phoenix obediently sat down beside him, untied the green sword, and threw it with the purple sword: "It's good to be able to see my sister and El before you die, even if it's fake." ”

"Yes."

The green and purple swords were picked up and held in Angel and Fladino's hands, aiming at the hearts of their respective loved ones.

"Mountain.................. Lan!!!! ”

Rumble! C4's dome exploded into a large hole, and a furious wind blew in, and the fragments swirled and gathered into swarms, sweeping through them, slicing Fladino and Angel's fantasies to pieces.

The illusion dissipated like a bubble, and only then did a white line extend in, followed by a dazzling cyan meteor in the sky, buzzing from far and near.

"Did you put the realm away yourself, or did I come and shatter it? Arthur. Fanor! ”

"Has the Fourth Order been born?" Fanor's brow furrowed for the first time, and the field was instantly retracted, allowing the meteor to crash into the station. The wind followed the dragon, and the station dome collapsed in a large area, and debris and steel beams were swept into the cyclone and sent high into the air.

"You're late." Curran muttered as he lay down, and Phoenix was already scrambling to help him with his wounds.

"The protagonist, he always appears at the most critical time." The stinky boy showed a mouthful of white teeth, a pair of transparent cicada wings attached to his back, trembling at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and only a buzzing vibration could be heard, as if the entire station was trembling with it.

Chirp! A sword flew from a distance, dragging out two brilliant streamers.

"You're slow." Mo Liyun raised his hand, held the sword straight, held the knife horizontally, waved it a few times, and put it away close to his arm, "Hey, who is that, are you ready to enter the Colosseum?" ”

"The Colosseum?" Fanor's brow furrowed even tighter, and things seemed to be getting farther and farther off track.

"Yes, two fourth-order beasts, who can be lucky enough to be served on the plate of the gods? Looking forward to it? ”

"You mean Prodi. Ethel? ”

"Who else?" Mo Liyun shrugged, "We have to behave better, maybe that adult is watching." ”

Full of malicious words, from the bones of the mean.

"Looks like you don't like him." If you come to it, you will be safe, and there will be no more chance to kill Josiah and his wife for the time being, not to mention that Mo Liyun appears in the form of a fourth-order, and there is no point in killing them again, and Fanor will no longer force it.

"Do you like it?"

"It's none of my business, I won't go to him until I have the strength to challenge him." Fanor said as a matter of course, the realm restlessly fitted to the body and rose and contracted, and that was because the realm of Mo Liyun sensed each other.

The young man's realm was also around him, like a flowing light, and he looked very familiar, not at all like a person who had just completed his promotion.

"You don't look for him, but can you stop him from coming to you?"

The gossip of the two fourth-order reminds Phoenix of that distant prophecy, the last prophecy that fate gave her when she was promoted to the third order, the giant island, the collision, the tsunami, and the destruction.

"Overh, remember that metal bucket in the studio? Hanging on an easel. ”

"Huh?" Curran certainly remembered that Phoenix lost her ability to prophecy when she advanced to the third order, and her paintings were no longer classified, but she still retained the habit of painting.

One day he wanted to clean up his studio, and as soon as he touched the bucket that obviously contained the sketches, he was kicked out by the crazy woman and stayed in the office for two days: "Remember, you don't have many times when you lose your temper. ”

The wound has been bandaged and is not fatal, and the hemostatic medicine for first aid is also very effective. Lobe perforation is not an insurmountable problem for the able, but Curran is certainly reluctant to pass on his wounds to Phoenix.

"Go help Lin Ke, she always struggles to face Li Dajiang alone, and my ability can't help her." Phoenix talked about him left and right.

"What the hell is going on?" Curran grabbed Phoenix's hand, it seemed that something was wrong, Curran could feel that Phoenix was not normal.

"I'll tell you when I win." With a gentle kiss, the woman pushed the man away, "Go now." ”

Phoenix is a very assertive person, she doesn't want to say, Curran can't ask anyway, Lin Ke really needs help, the dome is broken, the smoke from the volcanic eruption is getting thicker and thicker, but the light that pierces the smoke is getting less and less.

Fanol didn't stop Curran from leaving, as Mo Liyun's stance bounced off with a buzz that was unlike anything he'd ever seen, full of offense.

"Let's settle our accounts and then go to trouble others, okay?"

"Do you mean Mo Ju, Su Dingchen, or Su Zhi?"

"Count it all." The stinky boy raised his sword, the blade condensed, and the cold light flickered.

"It doesn't sound like you're angry." Fanol also raised his hand, a pair of bracelets encrusted with purple crystals, which seemed to have the glitter of a mechanical original inside.

"I can't help it, sometimes I hate myself like this." The wings on his back suddenly disappeared, and the large tremor only left a vague phantom in the eyes of the person, and a white line abruptly connected the sword and Fanor, "White horse! ”

Rumble!