"Mangrove flowers bloom for thousands of years, and they fall into mud and dust. ”

These fourteen words are engraved in the void in front of the huge statue of the moon god at this moment, and the hazy pale blue magic light is ethereal, elegant, ethereal and poetic.

The statue of the moon god is dozens of feet high, simple, fresh and perfect, without the slightest vicissitudes, and looks at all the creatures in front of her with her soft gaze.

There is a wide open space behind the statue of the moon god, and a huge mangrove tree that has existed for tens of thousands of years swaying in the morning breeze with red flowers fluttering like butterflies. Mangrove trees cover almost the entire clearing. The sunlight passed through the pale red flowers, bringing a strange dizziness that shone on the entire statue of the moon god, making the whole earth feel like a dream.

Legend has it that there are seven ancient trees in this world: one is the Tree of Life, the source of the world, the Tree of Life, the Tree of Life, the source of the world, the White Tree of the Dark Lands, the source of dark magic, the Tree of Nothingness, which grows in the dark abyss of the Demon Realm, and the other is the Tree of Dreams, which grows in the Valley of the Wishes of the Demigod Tribe...... And this mangrove tree grows just below the Wu Peak of the Terran Continent, on the edge of the Enchanted Forest.

The mangrove trees are surrounded by a magic school, and the quaint city bricks are glowing with a faint white light washed out by thousands of years of rain, with a slight rust yellow in the white light, this white light and rusty yellow converge on the top of this wide palace, and there is a faint solemn atmosphere.

An expressionless old man in white with a serious expression walked back and forth on the square in front of the magic word with his hands behind his back, and he didn't know how many times.

A fair and delicate middle-aged woman held a wheelchair and looked at the fourteen words in a daze.

In a wheelchair, there was a girl who couldn't see her expression and was as calm as water.

"It's a pity that such a beautiful girl has to be in a wheelchair. A teenager who was hiding in a dark corner where the sun couldn't shine sighed. The boy had been hiding here for a full hour, but he couldn't find a good time to leave, and he didn't want to leave, because he knew that this was the place where the mangrove tree was sealed, and there was a great secret hidden here, and this secret seemed to be about to be solved.

"The Book of the Dead says that the soul will be blessed and eventually return to the world, and that the mangrove flowers bloom for thousands of years and are scattered into mud and dust. The girl seemed to be muttering to herself, "This Book of the Dead was written by a Terran Guardian in ancient times, and is said to have been destroyed after his death. ”

"What is this? Could it be that someone would want to move the idea of sealing the mangrove tree? For thousands of years, no one has ever gotten anything from any continent or ancient tree, and this person can't help but ignore the spirit keeper. The middle-aged woman sneered.

The best members of each race, chosen by the seven races, guard the seven ancient trees in the seven continents. Legend has it that each of these seven trees is sealed with one-seventh of the ancient demon king's divine consciousness. The Guardian must have a pure heart, or he will be manipulated by the power of the demons in the tree. Only the Guardian can approach the Ancient Tree with the Ancient God Seal.

The old man in white waved his sleeves slightly, "Tonight is the night of the full moon, and the power of the seal will be weakened." The offender must have been extremely knowledgeable about the seal. ”

"The man who left these words obviously does not take the watchman in his eyes, and we must have him come and go. The middle-aged woman said.

The moon began to rise in the east and became immaculate as the night deepened, casting a watery light over the earth. In the middle of the night, the goddess of the moon, as if draped in a silver light veil, is still solemn under the moonlight. In the dead grass, the sound of insects suddenly stopped, as if the whole earth had fallen into a deep sleep, and the silence was incomparable, which added a bit of gloom to this mangrove square.

The young man lurking in the shadows felt an inexplicable restlessness in his heart: "Could it be that I have this feeling because I have been hiding here for a long time and am tired? I have watched here for most of the day and there is no movement, it is better to choose the opportunity to run away just now." But the three of them were still in front of the statue of the moon god, so I couldn't get out of it. ”

"It's coming!" the wheelchair-bound girl whispered, as if she had been the first to feel something.

The middle-aged woman looked around, and the magic element was already stirring up in her body.

Under the moonlight, a figure swept by, with a light body, like the wind, silent, standing in front of the statue of the moon god. The man was slender, dressed in a pure white robe that glowed softly in the moonlight.

The old man in white was shocked, took a step back, and stood on the other side of the girl. The middle-aged woman's body was also trembling slightly.

"It's a miracle that I didn't expect to be able to meet the Moon Night Clan on the Human Continent!" a soft woman's voice came from a distance, her long hair fluttering in the wind as she moved, and the pale yellow dress on her body was also fluttering, bright and moving, carrying a slender sword on her back, and she swept past the young man in an instant.

Afraid of the sun, active in the night, immortal under the moonlight, able to resurrect infinitely with the power of the moon - from the elven continent, the moonnight clan in the west of the elven forest and the moon city in the west of the elf forest, is a branch of the moonlight elf clan, in ancient times, a certain tribe of the moonlight elves for the fate of the entire moonlight elves, made a contract with the demons, gained great power, and defeated other demons from ancient times.

The Moonnight Clan bears the prejudice and hatred of the entire Moonlight Elf Clan, and is immortal and immortal in Moon City, forever cursed! At the beginning of the ancient war, the Moonnight Clan sacrificed their soul consciousness to protect their race! The so-called heroes killed themselves and turned their swords into ashes. However, the Moonnight Clan was abandoned by the Moonlight Elf Clan, and due to the curse, they were unable to take a step out of Moon City and became the immortal seal of the ancient demon in Moon City.

"The friend who has been hiding here, you can show up. The wheelchair girl didn't take a second look at the appearance of the Moon Night Clan and the girl in yellow, and still said lightly.

The boy was secretly surprised, "It turns out that she has already discovered me. The boy was about to run away, and a man dressed in black, wearing a cloak and a bronze mask, stood on the shoulder of the moon god as if he had broken through space.

"Legend has it that as long as there is a creature with demonic breath within ten miles, even if it is just a breath, the exorcist can distinguish what race the creature is and where it comes from. Now it seems that it is in vain. I also possess the power of evil hearts and demons, and I was the first to be discovered by the Guardians. The bronze masked man smiled, relaxed and natural, and didn't seem to take the people in front of him in his eyes.

The yellow-clothed girl known as the exorcist looked up at the bronze masked man and looked surprised: "Who are you?

As soon as the bronze mask appeared, the restlessness in the young man's heart turned violently. I'm afraid this Bronze Masked Man is even more unfathomable than the Moonnight Clan.

"Me?" said the Bronze Masked Man, "I am forgotten by the world, a soul wandering in this world. ”

"Soul, I'm afraid it's not that simple. Tonight, on the night of the full moon, what are you doing here?" said the middle-aged woman.

"We?no, no, are you asking me, or are you asking him?" the bronze masked man waved his hand.

"The Ancient Seal can bring me back to the light. The Moonnight Clan said in a deep and vicissitudes of life.

"I'll see, can you defeat the Guardian and break this ancient seal?" said the middle-aged woman.

"The friend who has been hiding here, aren't you ready to show up? The wheelchair girl said lightly again.

The young man was secretly surprised in his heart, and hesitated for a moment before slowly coming out of the darkness.

"Who are you?" asked the woman in yellow, no longer feeling at ease.

This thin-looking young man looks very well-behaved, well-behaved, dressed in ordinary green clothes, simple and neat.

"I ...... I was just passing through. The boy swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and when he saw everyone in the room looking at him, the boy wiped the sweat from his head, and felt that it was best to leave as soon as possible.

"You've been lurking here for a long time, are you saying that to make fun of me?" said the wheelchair girl coldly, her eyes flashing with a chill that pierced the night.

This is over, and the boy is shocked. Blame me for believing the guidance of that broken book and coming to this dangerous place!

The young man pulled his legs and ran, thinking about leaving quickly, but the first step had just landed before he landed, and his footsteps were still in mid-air, and he felt a mountain of momentum on the road ahead, and a crimson spear pointed directly at the young man's heart. Despite not touching the boy's body, the boy felt a cold tingle.

The boy fell to the ground, and the red tip of the spear with a breathtaking glow clinged to the boy like a maggot on the tarsal bone, so that the boy did not dare to move.

The Guardian's Spirit?!

Spirits, gods worshipped by various faithful races, tribes, and families that no longer have an ontological existence in the present world. It may be a real hero or god in the past, or it can be a god that has been condensed by faith for thousands of years. And these gods, because of certain beliefs, need to appear in this world and make a contract with the mages of this world, and appear at the call of the mage who concluded the contract.

A mage who makes a contract with an emissary will give it half of his lifespan in exchange for enabling him to exist physically in this world.

Due to the relatively short lifespan of human beings, even if they have the talent to master the magic of summoning spirits at a young age and form a bond with them, their remaining lifespan is extremely limited. Therefore, there are relatively few humans who have spirits, and most of them are humans who have extreme pursuits, are on the verge of death, or encounter great changes, and have the ability to summon magicians who make spirits. However, it is difficult to summon an envoy in such a situation.

Entering into a contract with a spirit may make certain conditions, and it is not a contract that the summoner can make directly. The spirit is originally a hero or a god, with a very high self-esteem and status.

In a way, as long as the spirit summoner is not dead, the spirit will not die, but will only temporarily return to their respective worlds, waiting to be summoned again, of course, if the spirit is severely damaged, it will take a great deal of magic to help restore the spirit's strength.

Different spirits have different abilities that are particularly amazing, such as perception, foresight, magical imprisonment, magical immunity, healing, etc. The magnitude of the spiritual power is related to the power of faith that the spirit receives.

Relatively speaking, the power of the ancient gods is incomparable to that of the heroes worshiped by some small families, but the heroes of the family are more loyal and can do their best to be driven by the family spirit summoner. Of course, the greater the power of the spirit, the stronger the magic of the summoner is needed to be able to satisfy the spirit's beliefs.

The spirits of the ancient gods are generally summoned by some powerful races, such as dragons, undead spirits, elves, demons, etc. Most of the human beings are emissaries who summon heroes. A person can only have one spirit in his life, and once he loses his spirit, his lifespan will not return, and his magic power will be completely lost.

The summoner who made the contract will have a contract sigil on his body, which will be imprinted somewhere on his body depending on where the summoner wishes, or it may be hidden. The Summoner can consume a certain amount of magic per day to summon an Envoy, so that the Spirits can automatically appear once before the Summoner is about to die unnaturally.

Due to the spirit of faith, the summoner can use the power of the seal to force the spirit to carry out orders that the spirit does not want to perform, and once the spirit is forced to execute, the mark on the spirit summoner will fade and disappear after one time. The summoner will automatically break the contract with the spirit, and will not be able to have the spirit again for the rest of his life, and his life will not return, and his magic will be lost, which is the price of the summoner.

To make the spirit exist in this world, it is necessary to consume the magic power of the magician, and the stronger the magic, the more summons it will be, and the longer it will last. To defeat the Messenger can defeat the Summoner, but the Summoner can hide in the shadows or in extremely distant places, and defeating the Messenger requires sealing the entire space of the magical elements in order to easily defeat the Messenger.

It is generally the spirit that will be summoned by the spirit master in some way, especially those who have actually existed in this world in the past, especially the ancestors of a certain race are most easily called by their descendants, and there is an eternal and unchanging blood relationship and stake dependence between the ancestors and their descendants. The spirit can reflect the identity, race, and ability of the summoner.

Because the spirit requires the size of the spirit summoner's magic ability, and can only have one spirit in a lifetime, and the existence contract will be dissolved, the life span will be halved, etc., there are relatively few summoners who really need the spirit.

"Don't, don't kill me, I'm just a normal human. My name is Wind Falling Sail, and I am from the Winward Valley of the Flower Language Plain. I'm a new student, and I just want to see the legendary mangrove tree, and when I get home from school, I can tell my parents and fellow villagers about this god-like mangrove. The boy named Wind Sail who was sitting on the ground shouted. As he fell from the sky, a crystal white object slipped from his bosom and fell to the ground.

"In that case, I believe you. As soon as the girl's voice fell, the tip of the spear immediately disappeared, and there was no trace, and only those with deep magical power could feel a ripple of magic.

Feng Luofan picked up the fallen object and said with a smile: "Thank you for not killing, that ...... I'm leaving?" and without waiting for any answer, Feng Luofan had already taken a step forward.

"Ziling, just let him go?" The middle-aged woman was a little confused by this sudden change.

It turned out that her name was Ziling.

"He's just an ordinary human, let's deal with the two in front of him first. Ziling said.

Crisp and gorgeous. The sound falling in the silent night sky was heavier than the darkness of the night. The moonlight seemed to get brighter with this blow.

A handsome spirit wearing a red cloak and holding a red spear stabbed a shot like lightning in mid-air, an unexpected shot that was resisted by the scimitar in the hands of the Moon Night Clan.

The night sky returned to its former calm, and time seemed to stand still, even if it was less than a moment, making everyone around feel that a long, long time had passed, as if it had become an eternity in this moment.

The dancing figure turned the moonlight into dappled stars and fell to the ground.

It's terrible, Feng Luofan who stepped back into the darkness said secretly in his heart. The shot just now, if it really stabbed, I'm afraid I would have to use that trick. Although the identity of a magician is the most common in this world, those magical skills cannot be used unless they have the last resort, unless they have the ability to eliminate witnesses to protect themselves.

In the middle of the night, the moon was so close that it seemed to be within reach of a raised hand.