The shrine maiden hastily flipped through a few pages, and she couldn't read it anymore. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 She threw down the book that recorded the most important inheritance of the entire Demon Pavilion, opened her arms, and completely threw the so-called male and female defenses out of the clouds, and fell headlong into the arms of Silver Dust.

"Brother, you will always be the elder brother of the goddess, you have forgotten everything, you have forgotten the name of the goddess, you have forgotten the oath, you have forgotten the secret, but you have never forgotten to be good to the goddess, to protect the goddess for the rest of your life!"

Yinchen hugged her, let her cry, let her vent the feelings she had suppressed for five years. He knew that she was carrying secrets, lies, and a civilization that should have existed, but had to be hidden, and that she was pretending to be profound and mysterious in front of the whole village, and that all natural phenomena and knowledge of life were defined as "divine will" and "witchcraft".

After a long time, seeing that she was tired of crying, Yinchen gently patted her back. The little witch let go of her embrace, and didn't care about her crying face, she looked up at Yinchen, and the look revealed in her dark red pupils was like a pet cat begging for care.

"Little sister, things always have to be solved. ”

"Brother, rest assured, with the inheritance, everything is not afraid - this inheritance is called Mowei Pavilion?"

"Yes, I am the last orthodox descendant of the Demon Pavilion, however, I don't plan to use this name, I will call it the Temple of Civilization. ”

"My brother still likes tall things as much as he used to. ”

"Then the force can be released, right?"

"Well, tomorrow I'll discuss with Sister Gong, whether to leave immediately, or let everyone practice their magic skills before leaving, after all, once you leave, I'm afraid you won't be able to come back in the future. ”

"Little sister, you have to remember that as long as people are there, everywhere is a hometown, and they are all inherited clans. ”

"Got it, brother, although you can use fire, but you are still my brother!" the girl smiled, the smile on Dahua's face was pure and beautiful, quiet, without the coldness and indifference of a witch, only the youth and cuteness of a real girl.

Silver Dust looked at her smile and shook his head apologetically.

"I'm Silver Dust, I'm afraid I can't be that Silver anymore. ”

He said slowly, stopping the girl's words that were about to burst out: "I am no longer the same person I used to be, I have more things to carry, I met another girl in that so-called dream, her name is Zhang Yating, she can be regarded as your sister, but her age can only stay at ten years old forever." Yinchen said, thinking of the girl next to him, he was horrified to find that the first person who sounded was not Zhang Mengmeng, nor Lin Xuanchen, but Zhang Yating's figure falling to the sky, which was the pain of his life, the shame of his life, the sadness of his life, and the rage of his life.

Shen Ji's originally quiet smile suddenly stiffened on her face. She is not angry, she is not aggrieved, she just feels a kind of suffocating misery, she knows her brother, she knows that he is a person who carries all the dead companions on his back, he seems to be warm-hearted, selfless, kind, and easy to speak, but the pain and scars in his heart, except for her sister, no one in the whole world will know, right?

"Brother, what you say can't change the fact that you recognize me as a sister, between you and me, nothing has changed. ”

"yes, nothing has changed. Even if I don't know you, I forget everything between you and me, I am still your brother, forget, I will re-recognize, lose, re-establish, as long as I don't lose the future, all the losses in the past can be made up. ”

"So, you say so much, you actually want to say goodbye to me, right?"

"How do you know?"

"Just because every word you say is like explaining what I will do in the future, you are too eager to arrange a future for me, for the people in the village, and even for this bloodline inheritance, brother, the only person who knows you best in this world is me. ”

Silver Dust was silent.

"You keep saying that it's no longer silver, it's silver dust, just to make me understand that you're carrying more, more cautious, and more things that need to be fought for, aren't you? But for me, silver, or silver dust, it's just that my brother has changed his name-Shen Ji knows that he can't help his brother do something, whether it's the Crying Buddha that my brother wants to deal with, or the Crying Buddha behind Koria, Shen Ji can't stop it, and I can't help my brother--what Shen Ji can do is probably to let my brother have less worries. ”

"Coria?"

"Korea, this is the enemy that my brother met in his dream, and my brother has amnesia now, but be careful of him. ”

Under Yinchen's tense face with a nod, there was a beating heart, and he finally understood why he had crossed over inexplicably, and sure enough, it was the call of this world, and even this universe itself, or even a call for help.

Korea, Koria, or also known as Kryan, is the evil god of the evil god universe, who created the "Sandalwood Sect", a void evil spirit that has corrupted other worlds, and has destroyed countless civilizations. Gabroyle has had a small conflict with them, but Gabroyle is too powerful, Gabroyle, Trisolar, Zenith, Quadrilateral Cone Nebula, Andromeda Council, countless powerful interstellar civilizations make Corian dare not act rashly, but this Gangfeng universe ...... Seriously, Yinchen himself is not very optimistic.

At this moment, countless thoughts were heard, and Yinchen actually felt an unprecedented sense of ease and warmth. At this moment, he really subconsciously, half forced, half voluntarily regarded this windy world as his second home.

"Since the elder brother is going to go far away, the younger sister can only send the last bit of her heart. As she spoke, she plucked a round red stone from her neck and handed it to Silver Dust.

"Seeing this, if you see Shenji, brother, good luck, the problem of the village, Shenji will take care of it. Kamiki said, placing the stone on the palm of Silver Dust's hand.

Yinchen was about to speak, when he suddenly felt a whirlwind of the sky, the air around him was instantly withdrawn, and the feeling of gravity suddenly disappeared.

"Brother, brother!" he heard the cry of the goddess, and he opened his mouth to answer her, but he couldn't make a sound. The vertigo of teleportation, combined with the stinging sensation of hyperspace crushing against his skin, suppressed all attempts at action. He knew that he was returning, on his way to the secret realm of the East China Sea, and he also knew that the spherical red stone was the legendary Weeping Bloodstone.

The scene before him was changing rapidly, strange and without the slightest clear meaning. He was dizzy, and even consciousness began to disappear, but this time he managed not to pass out, he wanted to know where he had been teleported, and he wanted to relocate the direction of the god by sensing spatial fluctuations.

But even if he had the knowledge of the Fa God, he couldn't do it, and his consciousness began to trance, but in such a small trance, he stepped on the thick and soft ground again.

The weeping bloodstone in his hand, glowing, broke away from his hand, and was carried away by a cold wind and flew into the distance. Silverdust didn't chase after him, because he didn't care at all, he was adjusting to the dim and blue light around him.

He felt the aura of the heavy water element.

......

When he began to teleport, the people who had been waiting for a day and half a night on Genra Island in the East China Sea were also awakened by the white light that came out from under his feet.

"Get up, get up, open the door, open the door!" suddenly heard the howl of the night watchman in the shallow sleep of the camp, and the people were awakened from their burning dreams, only to see a white flash beneath their feet.

Red particles floated in the white light, and then a gentle teleportation wind wrapped everyone up and slowly carried them into the sky. The heavy weapons and elixirs were all hurriedly packed away, but the lavish items such as tents and carriages were not so lucky, and were soaked out of the hands of the monks before they were packed up, and left dead on the ground. The monks were supported by this soft wind, and slowly rose until they reached a height of fifty zhang in the air, and ninety-nine percent of the people began to scream in horror, for fear that Gangfeng would suddenly disappear and turn themselves into a good meatloaf, and for a while the voice of crying father and mother resounded in the sky, and it was said that others, even Wan Jianxin himself was sweating in the palm of one hand, and holding the Heavenly Expedition tightly with one hand, for fear that if he accidentally threw away the sword, it would be a loss that could not be recovered in a hundred lifetimes.

These people floated in the sky for a while, and then they heard a loud and violent noise below, as if an ancient giant was losing its temper on the island below. The sound was vague at first, then it became clear and harsh, and then later, only a violent tremor between the heavens and the earth could be heard, and the huge island came to life like a huge creature.

On the eight corners of the island, eight chalky rays of light suddenly lit up, converging in the sky, merging and connecting with the white light on everyone's body, looking like eight glorious portals. The position where the eight white lights started was exactly where the eight dark huts were.

The rocks, dirt, and mountains of the island wriggled like muscular animals, the sand and dust flew, the trees were broken, and even some of the monsters lurking on the island, such as the dragon head scorpion-tailed beast, etc., were all squeezed into all kinds of flesh and blood shapes in this wriggling, not to mention the tents, carriages, beds, chests, and cabinets that had not had time to be put away, all of which were broken into pieces in this riot-like disaster. The whole island squirmed for three to five breaths, and then it suddenly trembled, and the large island, which was originally quite connected, was split apart in an instant.

The crimson magma gushed out like boiling blood, and even everyone at a height of fifty feet felt a burst of heat burning their hands. The people in the sky screamed, but the island below ignored their attitude, still squirming, trembling, tearing, tumbling, bubbling and bubbling from a huge island to a boiling sea of magma in less than ten breaths.

The smell of sulfur and grilled fish drifted in the sky along the long wind, and everyone in the sky was terrified, but there was nothing they could do, this is not something that can be reversed by some kind of divine cultivation, this is a natural disaster, it is the power of nature.

The lava boiled for a while, evaporating a large amount of water vapor, and it took half an hour for a hot pot to calm down. The eight weird little black houses still emitted a white and bright light, as if they had never been affected, but they were so close to the magma, and the people inside were probably ......

Thinking of this, Wan Jianxin's face turned dark.

"I killed a Xuanzi...... " Before his mournful voice could spread in the air, he saw a sudden change underneath.

A dozen small boats carrying a few monks galloped from a distance, jolting violently on the waves that had somehow become a little violent. The monk at the head stood proudly on the bow of the boat, a slippery head in the moonlight, and judging from his clothes, he seemed to be the peaceful and powerful Zen monk.

Wan Jianxin saw a few white-bearded old monks who were in the same boat as Zen, and his heart settled down a little, at least the people of Hanshan Temple did not suffer any visible losses in this unreasonable disaster.

Before he could turn his next thought, he saw that the eight chalky rays of light quickly seeped out red granular dots, and those granular objects seemed to be some kind of condensed wind, and the moment they appeared, they disturbed the surrounding air and turned it into a suction, sucking everyone floating in the air into one of the eight pillars of light. Wan Jianxin was at ease for a while, knowing that the teleportation had really begun, and the door of the secret realm had really opened at this time.

Wan Jianxin fell down with everyone, the pale red wind supported them, and the speed of the fall was not very fast, at least it didn't make people feel disgusting. He turned his neck and saw that there were many abnormal huge black shadows in the sky, and around those black shadows, there were people wearing chain mail and even plate armor, and his heart sank, and he secretly said that among the demons, there was really someone who transported the heavy weapon by some method, and the huge mysterious black shape looked like a ballista!

"Those guys who are bigger than a tent, how did they get to the sky?" Wan Jianxin continued to look around while pondering countermeasures that might not even exist, and when everyone was flying into the sky, a lot of information that was hidden and tucked on the ground could be unearthed.

He was shocked and pleasantly surprised to see that the Golden Daomen actually maintained a thick and bulky ballista, and the dark blue sign on the ballista showed that it was the real king Zhao Lingfeng's thing, right?

He had nowhere to borrow strength in the wind, and he couldn't do anything but look around, and suddenly, he looked up at the sky where the bright moon was hanging high, and his black-blue pupils suddenly condensed.