The sky is cool,

Dress me in gorgeous clothes.

The moon water is secluded,

into my heart.

The dark and immersed night carries an endless biting desolation, and the silent emptiness floats with a shuddering fear, hiding in nightmares. A touch of gold crossed by the Wanggui bird seemed to cut through the entire ruthless and indifferent sky, and a loud birdsong was sad and dim, mixed with endless confusion about the unknown, and after being mercilessly swallowed up by the calm night of this color, it shook and dissolved in this night.

The feathers of the homecoming bird fluttered and fell, shining brightly with golden light... Lonely flew south.

The clouds fly in the north night, and they sing shallowly.

Can... Don't be lonely into a song?

Abyss of Atlantnam: City in the Rain

The lonely mountains of the southern cold abyss stirred a cool and indifferent drizzle, and the smoky and calm air carried an oppressive dead silence. The silver-gray sky tells of the intertwined love and hatred that have been unsolvable for 700 years, and the once vibrant southern cold abyss is engulfed in the merciless cold, and occasionally a few black nameless birds cry to descend with the rain, proving that this is not a terrible nightmare.

The cold abyss of the south, which is drizzled with drizzle all year round, surrounded by mountains in all directions, and the lonely lights between the mountain rings faintly poke out from the hard city walls, which is the spiritual capital of the cold abyss - the city in the rain.

A city of loneliness and resentment,

Grow the flower of sorrow,

Bear the rain of long-lasting hatred.

The night turned to frost, covered with warm love and hate.

Liang Qiushui, the city lord of the rainy city, looked at the silver-gray sky outside the dim window with a worried face behind his back, except for a slight sigh, the entire hall was extremely lonely and lonely. It's like a vacuum, where the sound of rain dripping down reaches the ankles, drowning out the daylight, creeping over the inch-long hours of time, and being quiet and uninhabited.

Liang Qiushui likes such a quiet moment very much, and he doesn't like to contact people, what he hopes most is to look at the scenery outside, the sorrow of the rain, and the swaying of the fragrant trees. Although he has great divine power, no one knows the desolation in his heart that has no content like this rain. Perhaps he could cast the Heavenly Blessing and freeze everything in this world, including time, including the soul. In this way, you can hope for unchanging peace.

Who's right and who's wrong

None of them can get rid of it

If you complain, you will complain about the past life

Hate is to hate the previous feud

10,000 years later

Turning into wind and rain

Fall into the earth sand

The crisp and powerful footsteps echoed in the lonely hall without emotion, and the footsteps one after the other were cold and stiff. Two white-clad teenagers stood behind Liang Qiushui.

No one spoke.

The young man standing on the left shook his body impatiently, and said with a "poof" in his mouth: "Someone is going to take away Lei Lingyu, start a killing ring in Phantom Dust Lake, and start a fight with Dust, no wonder there is such a big movement!" Liang Qiuze took a lofty step with Han Yuan to drain rain all year round, and the moisture on his body declared how long he had experienced the wind and rain, and his face was unruly.

Liang Qiushui raised his eyebrows suspiciously, turned around slightly, and looked at the two children in front of him gently, these were the only two children left by his wife, he paused: "There are countless people who want to take Lei Lingyu over the years, and none of them have a good end, and now there are still people who dare to do it with Fuchen, which is also funny." Liang Qiu's calm eyes couldn't see a trace of emotion at the moment.

"Brother, I can do it with the Extreme City Lord, compared to that person's divine power, there must be very few in this Atlante continent, so could it be the person of the Underworld?" Liang Qiuyin pointed out in a sentence, although he is a younger brother, he is always much more stable.

In this Atlante continent, the Wind Side City Lord Kazel, the Liji City Lord Goes to the Dust, and the Cold Abyss City Lord Liang Qiushui are on par with each other, competing with each other. After the Battle of the Sea of Present Life 700 years ago, this balance has been maintained.

Now...

"It's not simple, just find someone to ask if you can?" Liang Qiuze said disdainfully

"Now that the mood of going to the dust is definitely unstable, what is the difference between going to the dust now and blocking the muzzle? And Han Yuan and Liji have not had a friendship for hundreds of years, you send someone to inquire now, in case the love sticks to the cold ass, where do you let your father's face go? It is better to wait and see the changes first, I believe that he can also solve it in the dust, if there is really something, then it will not hurt to take action again. Liang Qiuyin spoke steadily.

The rain in the cold abyss is always so endless, and it is melancholy to vent the grievances of thousands of years.

Abyss of Atternam: Nameless Mountain

The mountains of the cold abyss always remind people of the sadness of the past, like a ruthless tentacle touching the most vulnerable side of everyone's heart, the green and green are teasing, and the silver-gray sky suppresses everyone's breath.

The heavy flight trajectory of the Wanggui bird seemed to dye the bones with exhaustion, and the glowing flame feathers scattered the dim golden light in this sad rain, and the dripping rain tried to wash away its dazzling light in five colors.

The silver-gray sky raged and laughed at the absurdity of all this.

Nothing came when it came.

Wanggui Bird took Yang Huan and Beimian to land in an unknown mountain, Yang Huan took one of the arms of Beimigmy and put it on his shoulder, and the two of them walked on the rocks step by step.

Suddenly!

Yang Huan stepped into the turbid puddle, and the two of them fell on the pile of rocks with a "plop". The rain from the sky wet their hair and clothes, and their faces were as pale as paper when they moved north, and their fragile and unscrupulous skins were dyed all over their bodies, and the heavens seemed to be jealous of this god-like gentle man.

The silent mountains and forests were accompanied by the ticking sound of leaves that seemed to be dripping without rain, as well as the increasingly weak breathing sound of the northward migration, like a blood-stained hand, reaching into Yang Huan's chest, Yang Huan was at a loss at the moment holding the well-proportioned body of the northward migration. Endless melancholy and thick bitterness spread in Yang Huan's heart, like poison, why is it so difficult for him to live an ordinary life? Why do the people around him leave one by one?

"No, move north, I won't let you die! You said that you have survived three lives of poisonous fire, you said that you have gone through four hundred years of tribulation, how can this little arrow help you? You also said that you want to protect me well, how can you protect me like this?" Yang Huan's voice trembled, hugging the north, as if he wanted to warm this unconscious person with his own temperature.

The Hopeful Bird didn't seem to want to see such a sad scene, and turned its head to look at the desperation of the drizzle, and the cold cliff relentlessly watched from the sidelines. The sound of the rain in the woods turned into a whimper. It's like sympathy, it's like mockery.

The forest was filled with mourning.

Wanggui Bird's fiery red head rubbed against Yang Huan's shoulder, and he tightly picked up half of the Lei Lingyu in Yang Huan's hand and put it on the chest of the north.

Yang Huan came back from his sadness, he wiped away his tears with his sleeve, as if he remembered something, and looked at the fire-colored Wanggui Bird with sadness and joy in his eyes: "Lei Lingyu can save the north, right?"

The bird nodded slightly, and jumped up with all its might, a whirling wind lifted the bird to the sky, hovering in the air and watching the soul of the unknown destination, the feathers of the flame falling with the rain.

Yang Huan put his hand on Lei Lingyu, and his worried eyebrows and eyes carried a hint of hope. Lei Lingyu instantly dissolved in his hand, and a stream of blue light accompanied by the interweaving of small thunder and lightning flowed into the silver lines of Beimig's arm, and he put his ear close to Beimi's chest, feeling Beimi's more and more powerful and steady breathing.

"Great!" Although the beauty of the alluring city was a lot ruddy in blood, the breath stabilized, which made Yang Huan's heart ignite hope. Although he didn't wake up, at least he stabilized the injury in this way, and Yang Huan's immature and naïve face raised an innocent smile.

"Before the Ghost King was sealed, he passed on his Heavenly Divine Power to me, telling me to find you and protect you. Now, do you understand? The hands of the master of the four countries are stained with the blood of your father and your mother, do you think you can continue to be depressed?"

Yang Huan remembered what the northward migration had said to him, yes, he couldn't be passive any longer! The reincarnation of the gods in the northward migration was the gathering of the four elements. Does it mean that as long as you find the Quartet Yuan Species and merge the pure divine power at the same time, you can make the northward migration awaken?" "As long as the northward migration can wake up, no matter how difficult it is, we will continue to go." Yang Huan bit his lip tightly, and secretly made up his mind in his heart.

Since you are now in the cold abyss of the south, then go to Rainy City to find Liangqiu Water first.

Yang Huan's slender body moved north, and his lonely back walked in the direction of Rainy City step by step with incomparable firmness.

The rain of the cold abyss lightly washed away the face of the northward migration, burying the footprints behind Yang Huan?

The Extreme of Artese: The Dustless Temple

There was a trace of blood floating in the air of the huge temple, and the powerful aura of the dust made the entire cold temple pale with a trace of temperature away from it. A little scarlet under the dusty robe confirmed the bloody and bloody struggle just now.

He walked to the seat of the throne, raised his cloak, turned around and sat down, put one hand on his knee, and looked at him domineeringly.

Diexi looked at the dust quietly, his eyes were clear and fearless, as if everything just now was like a dream.

Seeing that he had almost calmed down, he smiled and said, "I didn't expect that Fu Fu would meet such a powerful opponent, are you okay?"

Fuchen took a sip of water and didn't speak, took out a letter from his backpack, and continued: "The city lord of the wind side has something important to discuss with you, and I will explain it in this letter!"

Hands politely handed over Kazel's letter, and even though he panicked and perished along the way, he did not let the letter be damaged in the slightest.

The burly man who took the letter walked over with a lofty attitude, and the anger between his eyebrows made Diexi frown slightly. The man did not pity the jade, and rudely snatched the fragile letter in his hand, and looked at her with eyes full of eyes, like looking at a humble ant.

Diexi didn't see it and stood quietly, still bowing his eyebrows and being respectful and polite, and saw all this as if it were a cloud of smoke. For the sake of big things, she won't worry about such people.

Quchen took the letter indifferently, opened it, his eyes wandered among it, and the corners of his mouth pulled a hint of banter!

"Borrowing Lei Lingyu's pure yuan power? Such a coincidence, someone just came to take Lei Lingyu, and now she is borrowing it again! Who knows if she is really from the wind side? Or is this a fake envelope, used to deceive Lei Lingyu? Looking at her sworn appearance, it seems that she is not too sure. "The suspicious mind of going to the dust is constantly figuring out the thoughts of resting in my heart.

"Hmph! Caazel borrowed Lei Lingyu? Could it be that he said to borrow it?" Fu Chen glanced at her disdainfully, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked up with banter, and his eyes burst out with a vicious light: "You did a really good job! It's such a coincidence, someone just took away Lei Lingyu, how do you say this matter should be solved?"

Ignoring the explanation that Di Xi was about to speak, he said to himself again: "The world is so coincidental, I can't lend Lei Lingyu to Kazel, do you think I can doubt that you are not from the wind side?"

Hearing this, Diexi raised his eyes and looked at Fuchen, seeing that he was as evil as a man-eating devil at the moment, the vicious light in his eyes overflowed unabashedly, and the air pressure in the hall suddenly became difficult to breathe, and the powerful aura emitted by Fuchen made Diexi feel slightly uneasy.

"What are you doing? If you want to hurt me, aren't you afraid that Caazel will come to you to settle accounts?"

Diexi's words completely angered Fenchen, and the aura that was still angry for Lei Lingyu just now suddenly surged up, the wind was surging and surging, lightning and thunder, and the tyrannical aura made Diexi want to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible, and there would never be anything good if it continued like this.

How much angry divine power was condensed in one hand, and his eyes were bloodthirsty looking at the weak woman below without a trace of pity.

"You know I'm the ...... of the wind," he didn't finish his words, and he came out with a palm, and the air drew a graceful arc. Before he could react, he was spewed out by the powerful calcium carbide fire and flew out of the hall. Diexi couldn't help the strong turbulence in his abdomen, and a mouthful of scarlet blood spurted out.

The detached night sky always carries a vague sorrow, how much blood has been precipitated, and how much unknown attachment and cruelty have been filled.

The Extreme of Artese: The Nameless Grove Cabin

The yellow leaves were falling, and the drizzling rain was particularly depressed and desolate in front of the hut. There was not a trace of living creature felt around the quiet surroundings, only a bewitching man with silver-white hair gasping for an uncomfortably hot breath. Lying on the bed in the hut with a high fever on a deserted night, the skin that was hot from the high fever became abnormally red.

The wound on the severed arm of the deserted night had long since dried, and the scarlet blood turned black, and the blue-black robe was uniquely intertwined into a ghostly color, echoing the bleak sky in the rain outside the window.

The rain outside the window did not stop, and the faint coolness invaded the hot soul, and the restless brows were tightly furrowed.

Outside the door, light and tight footsteps got closer and closer, and a woman in black clothes came in, extremely charming and charming. The ghost's eyes hooked a faint coldness and blood, and the moment he saw the deserted night, it turned into a warm softness. The red lips were the color of hell flames, but there was no trace of warmth. She held the snatched Lei Lingyu in one hand, and a black cloth bag in the other, and the black cloth color seeped out the red of the black color.

She eagerly walked to the bedside of the desolate night, her cold hands brushed the desolate bewitching cheeks of the desolate night, and she released the divine power in her hand to suppress the infinite divine prayer power in the desolate night's body, and the restlessness in the body was slowly calmed down, and the hot body slowly became normal and warm.

She turned around and opened the black cloth bag, and took out the severed arm left in Fengshen Village by the wild night, the blood on the severed arm was already black, and the strange separation of the arm and body unconsciously overflowed with disgusting fear.

Lei Lingyu lay quietly in her hand, and the desolate and depressed scenery was particularly dazzling. Lei Lingyu slowly melted in his hand, the spiritual power overflowed with dazzling light, and slowly merged into the gap between the desolate night and the broken arm, and the depressed body slowly came to life, and this divine power infiltrated little by little with powerful energy and urgent concern, and the broken arm was slowly connected.

The rain outside the window was still dripping, with endless desolation, and the dim sky lost its original warmth, soaked in the rain, and forgot its original self.

How many springs and autumns in the mountains? One night, the temples turned white.

The fate of the previous life is not over, and the white head is obsessed.