Artese's Extreme: The Sea of Sighs

"Who are you, what the hell are you going to do!"

"My name is Deserted Night, and I'm here to kill you. ”

The silence in the air was like a myriad of ghosts swimming on the surface of the sea, without a single sound. Except for this trembling and doubtful sentence, a cold and piercing dialogue.

The pure white moon and the sighing sea that stretched for thousands of miles were connected, countless streamers, countless broken silver flashed on the gray-blue sea, and a few birds screamed and cut through the water-like air, disappearing somewhere unknown in the night. The sea water "banged" against the reef on the shore for many years, and in this vacuum-like silence, it was like a huge glass curtain wall collapsing.

Under the sky like a black and white silent movie, two ragged figures hung in the air.

"Who are you, what the hell are you going to do!" the picturesque young man turned around, his pure white clothes fluttering in the wind, his hands behind his back, and a few golden rays of light flowed out from his palms from time to time.

"My name is Desert Night, and I'm here to kill you." Gentle as water, whispering, cold as a blade, piercing the heart.

"Kill me?" Looking at the blue and black robe in front of him, the eye mask with wanton silver lines, the long white hair fluttering in the wind, and the terrifying figure that melted into the night in the night, the tone of the young man in the light shirt was puzzled and full of contempt. "It depends on whether you have the ability to do it. ”

Deserted Night pinned the long white hair that was blown to his face by the wind behind his back, and gently provoked the corners of his evil mouth: "In this Atlantite realm, whether it is this sea of sighs that stretches for thousands of miles, or the ten-mile cold abyss that no one has set foot on for thousands of years, in terms of the power of divine prayer, the only one who surpasses me is the master of the West who is far from the extreme." How sure are you going to beat me?"

"Master, four hundred years ago, you went to the dust with the painstaking efforts of the Twelve Paths, is it your Master?"

"You hairy boy, call me by my master's name like that!" he frowned on his spotless countenance. "It seems that over the years, Artiste has not only appeared monsters with infinite expansion of the power of divine prayer, but also many arrogant people. Stop talking nonsense, make a move, I'm going to see how much you can do. "It's still a breezy face.

The young man in the light shirt pulled out his hands from behind him, and the golden light flew in all directions, and a "rumbling" sound came from the bottom of the sea under his feet. The sea surface fell instantly, and the sea water "boomed" loudly, and quickly and heavily swirled into the low place, the huge gray-blue vortex echoed the crimson of the sky, and the air was filled with a viscous and fishy sweet smell of blood. Suddenly, countless blood-black crystal pillars shot down from the sky, like a violent storm, four chains derived from the bottom of the sea appeared on the sea, and four "swish" rushed out of the water, with the long storm, the sky was quickly covered by the chains in the sky, and countless chains rushed quickly in the direction of the desolate night like snakes, with nowhere to hide, caught off guard.

"It's a lot of movement. Deserted Night slowly stretched out his left hand, opened his palm, and a slight blue-black light spun into a shield inlaid with silver lines in front of his palm, and the countless chains that rushed to him were shattered the moment they touched, and countless broken chains crossed the air from the sky, dragging the brilliant golden tail of fire, lighting up most of the night sky, and falling into the sea with a sound. The night sky was filled with golden flames that began to fall, and when Araya raised his head, half of his face was illuminated by the firelight, and his delicate facial features were even more charming at this time. It's no wonder that Yun Xiang on the east side of the wind praised Deserted Night as "a man with the ultimate beauty in the world". chased him for two lives, exhausted his life's prayers, and finally ended up with a ruined result.

The young man in the light shirt was shocked, no, it wasn't that he had a problem with Tianbing so he couldn't find out the source of the divine prayer of the wild night, and the wild night did not have the power to urge the divine prayer at all just now, so there was no way to find where the source of his divine prayer was in the body. The young man's right hand gently flipped the back of his hand from the bottom to the top, and it soared from the sea to condense an ice dragon covered with golden lines, and the surrounding cliffs for hundreds of miles collapsed one after another, sinking under this gray-blue water, and the dragon screamed and opened its blood basin in the direction of the desolate night.

Araya stood calmly in place, without any movement, just the corners of his mouth were simply raised, like a glamorous monster in front of the ghost gate, he was waiting for a suitable opportunity.

Wherever the dragon passed, the glow of gold and fire scattered everywhere.

Soon!

Right away!

It's close!

The second before the dragon touched the wild night, the wild night's figure flashed, turned sideways, and quickly stretched out his left hand to grab the dragon's throat, and the gray-blue light instantly brightened the sky. Araya choked the dragon's throat and swooped down from the sky, accompanied by the dragon's painful scream, dragging a gray-blue trajectory, and quickly rushed in the direction of the boy.

"Boom!"

Standing a hundred meters away, Aramida smiled wickedly with a spotless face, and walked towards the cliff where the boy was paralyzed step by step, his hands covered with the dragon's broken ice slag, and with each step, the water from the ice slag melted on his left hand dripped onto the stone under his feet. "Tick Tick Tick Tick". With each sound, the boy's heart tightened a little. The young man sat weakly under the cliff, the corners of his mouth were constantly bleeding, and his pure white shirt was stained with thick blood. He tried to mobilize the power of divine prayer in his body, but it had no effect, and every time he moved, it was like the tip of countless knives cutting and separating the muscles, bones and blood in the flesh and skin of his body, and it was extremely painful.

Deserted Night walked up to him, squatted down gently, and looked at the young man's painful but unruly eyes.

"Hiss" Araya made this sound like the tail of a poisonous snake coming out of his mouth, dangerous and charming. He stretched out his hand and used his fingertips to lightly scratch a trail of blood on the boy's throat, the blood on his fingertips slipped and ticked, and he brought his fingertips close to his lips, tasting the sweetness of the blood.

"You...... What the hell are you...... What monster?!" The boy breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the barren night with unruly eyes.

"Monster, are you talking about me, or are you talking about yourself?" the look in the mask was suspicious, strange, and handsome. "Didn't your master tell you that when you saw someone called Deserted Night, or my master went to the dust, he was going to take a detour?"

"You ......" The young man just wanted to speak, but a mouthful of blood spat out from the corner of his mouth. The blood stained on the light shirt like a flower.

"Why did you kill me?!"

Deserted Night stood up, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked a few steps: "Seven hundred years ago, the four kingdoms of Atlante, the wind side of the east, the deviant pole of the west, the cold abyss of the south, and the loss of the north fought each other for the ancient weapon of life, the spirit sword, and turned against each other. Later, the rise of another continent forced them to merge. ”

"Wraith Land?" the boy breathed.

"That's right, the appearance of the Wraith Soul Lord, the Ghost King Hades Killing, forced the Atlantite Quartet to have an unprecedented sense of crisis, and the Atlante Quartet relied on the Spirit Sword to control the Water Yuan, Wind Yuan, Fire Yuan, and Thunder Yuan respectively. But the Ghost King's Heavenly Bing - the reincarnation of the gods made him surpass everyone in Artiste, and I think you know all this. Araya turned around, looked at the young man in front of him, and smiled faintly. "However, what you don't know is that the ghost king of the Underworld fell in love with a girl named Mushuang in the realm of the Extreme Realm of Atyst, and later, the lords of the four kingdoms gathered in the Sea of Mortal Life to besiege the Underworld. In order to relieve the siege of the Underworld, Mu Shuang did not hesitate to injure the Extreme Lord when the Quartet Lord and the Underworld were confronted, and as a result, Mu Shuang was brought back to Artist, and was forced to jump off the death after suffering forty-eight broken bone nails, and there was no recovery. After knowing this, he was very sad, and he continued to provoke the strong people of the Quartet Yuan Race, so there was the so-called betrayal and killing later. But except for the Ghost King, no one knew that Mu Shuang had left a child for the Underworld before bearing the forty-eight broken bone nails, and as soon as this child was born, patches of blood red appeared in the sky of Artiste, and the menstrual period did not disperse. Later, the child was secretly sent to Atyst, and went to the covenant of the four lords alone, and once again started the great war with the four of them seven hundred years ago in the sea of this life, the war of the gods, which can be called the catastrophe of the land of Adyssus and the wraith, the sea water of this life was all dyed red, the sea water poured into the sky, the corpses of soldiers could be seen everywhere, the smell of blood in the air that did not dissipate for months, there was no sunlight, no day and night, and no one still had the desire to live, as if they had reached the end of the world. The strength of the Underworld Slaughter was that even if he sacrificed all the divine prayers of the Lord of the Four Directions, he could only be barely sealed. ”

"So, your ...... Meaning... Am I the kid who was secretly sent to Artest?" the young man in the light shirt forced out a small smile.

"What do you say?"

"Deserted Night, this is just an excuse you make for your thirst for killing, I grew up in Artiste since I was a child, and I have never left a step, don't you think it's ridiculous to encounter this unwarranted disaster today?"

"I don't need an excuse for my killing. Deserted Night turned around, looked at the moon in the sky, and breathed an arrogant breath: "You should know very well in your heart that the four countries of Arteste can only use a single divine prayer elemental species, for example, the east wind side can only use the wind divine prayer, and the western detachment can only use the thunder divine prayer, and every move you just fought with me used two or more yuan divine prayer techniques at the same time." The Ghost King's Tianbing has played well in you. ”

"You're talking nonsense!" cried out the young man excitedly, anxious to deny it, but powerless to resist and unable to explain the fact.

"Huh. Araya smiled lightly: "Believe it or not, but I'm glad that your divine prayer power is not perfect, otherwise I really wouldn't be 100% sure that I will kill you." ”

"If you want to kill, you will kill!"

"Goodbye, son of the Ghost King. ”

Deserted Night stretched out his left hand entwined with lightning. The blue-black light conjured up into countless thin swords of different lengths around his arm, and the cold blade flashed in the dark night with a faint cold light pointing at the scarred boy.

The young man closed his eyes, the love and hate under the cherry blossom trees were like smoke, his life experience was incomprehensible, and the joy and sadness of the past were like a tsunami, wrapped in the sharp tip of the knife and pouring into the heart, accompanied by blood flowing all over the body, all the way blood grazed the blood vessels, dividing the complex mood.

The rapier shot out. Electric flash streamer.

Suddenly, a black figure, with a wind-like speed, blocked the young man's face, stretched out his half-gripped palm, and countless thin swords were wrapped in a layer of ice and froze in the air. As soon as the palm of his hand was clenched again, the thin sword fell to the ground with a "bang".

Araya's eyes widened at this series of movements that took less than a second.

The figure turned and took the boy's arm and put it on his shoulder, and glanced at Araya. He looked back at the fainted young man: "Let's go!" A firm but caring voice. The bodies of the two people instantly burst into flames, and then disappeared into the vast sea of sighs in an instant.

"Gathering fire clones, ice sealing techniques!" Araya looked surprised, but unusually calm: "I didn't expect that the Tianbing of the reincarnation of the gods is not only inherited by the descendants of the ghost king, but things are really getting more and more interesting." ”

Araya put his hands behind his back, smiled evilly, and his whole body turned into dense lightning and disappeared in place.

The sea lasts all year round.

The grievances never end.

Wind side of the east of Artiste: Nameless Bamboo Forest

The purest first rays of sunlight in the early morning shine through the layers of bamboo leaves, sifting through the shadows of the trees and shining on the windows of a bamboo house, and a few bird calls come from afar, and they dissolve in the air in a moment. In front of the bamboo house, the flames that suddenly appeared gathered into two figures, one black and one white, and the black figure supported the young man in a light shirt and staggered into the house step by step, and a drop of blood on the ground was blown by the wind, and the smell of blood suddenly disappeared.

On the bed, every cough of the young man in light clothes became particularly loud in this quiet bamboo forest.

"It hurt so badly. ”

He helped the boy to sit up with one hand, and with the other hand, he mobilized the power of the divine prayer and approached the back of the young man's neck, which was the source of the young man's divine prayer.

Pure white light swirled around the back of the boy's neck, changing, shrinking, and pouring into the source of divine prayer.

The boy's breathing began to become calm, and the look of pain on his face decreased a lot. He gently flattened the boy, turned around and fetched a basin of water from outside the door, sat on the edge of the bed, tore off the corner of his black cloak, and slowly wiped every wound carefully for the boy. Every movement was cautious, for fear of hurting him. After bandaging, he turned and sat down at a table not far away, picked up his cup and took a sip of water. He sighed with relief.

"You have to live, the Master of the Underworld has been waiting for you for seven hundred years. ”

Except for the sound of birds and the boy's increasingly powerful breathing, the whole room was surprisingly quiet.

The sunlight outside the house walked from the front of the house to the back of the house, and for half a day, the young man on the bed slowly opened his eyes, and through the noon sun, he saw the last figure he saw in front of the sighing sea closed eyes. He was dressed in a black cloak with a loose hood that covered his eyes. The back of the hand is covered with white lines. He sat up from the bed weakly and asked weakly, "Did you save me?"

"You're awake. He put down the cup in his hand. The snow leaves in the cup have been brewed and have no taste.

"Why save me?"

"There's no why, you take care of your injuries. I have temporarily sealed the divine prayer in your body, and I will not be able to sense you for a short time in the deserted night. He stood up, tightened his cloak, and prepared to leave.

"Don't go!" the boy scrambled to his feet, but fell under the bed.

He immediately turned around and helped the young man back and forth, his tone was very concerned, and he whispered lightly: "Your body has not fully recovered, don't move, otherwise I won't be able to tear the divine source."

"Who the hell are you?" Desertion said that I am the son of the Ghost King, and others are afraid to avoid me, why do you want to save me?" the young man looked sincere and puzzled.

"There are a lot of questions that you can't accept now, you remember, whether you are the son of the ghost king or not, you are the same child who waited under the cherry blossom tree for the heavy snow, and you should not get involved in this grudge. He replied as he turned and walked to the door.

"You ......"

"I'm leaving. ”

"Wait a minute!"

His departing figure stopped at the door, but did not look back.

"My name is Yang Huan, what's your name?"

"See you soon!"