"I ······ Where is this?" the white king looked very tired, but the seventeen-year-old face was full of profound vicissitudes and dust.

He rubbed his eyes, but the slight movements made him feel that the little strength left in his body was exhausted.

In the haze, there is a rare group of light ahead, which seems to be a festival with colorful lights.

The White King exhaled a long breath and writhed his body like a loach in a pot, every pore stretched helplessly.

Suddenly, there was a tingling in his brain, and in an instant, endless memories flooded into his brain like a storm, stimulating his memories.

Village! Army! Silver-robed man!

And the suffocating silver axe.

"No! don't!" the White King suddenly hissed and roared, and his thin body got its strength out of nowhere, and ran towards the firelight like crazy.

The moonlight sprinkled on the entire forest of traces, broken into pieces by the leaves, and sprinkled on the ground, as if if you were not careful, you would be smoothed by the moon and plunged into endless darkness.

Everyone, don't die, don't.

The white king ran wildly, tears burst into his eyes, and he burst out of his eyes. It seems that hope is ahead, stretching out his hand, but he can't catch it.

It's getting closer, the light is getting closer.

The thick trees around him streaked like a corridor of time and space, and when the White King rushed out of the forest and left the soft earth, everything in front of him made him even more devastated.

"No! no!"

"How come?" The slightly thin figure knelt on the ground as if it had been filled with lead, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably. Every burning fire, the smell of smoke and dust mixed with every breath, tore every inch of defense in his heart.

Even though it was summer, the wind was so cold that it went from the skin to the bone marrow.

I saw that in front of the White King, countless fires were like crazy beasts, showing their teeth and claws. Countless burnt blackened houses and trees 'creaked' and sparks flew in all directions.

But the most terrifying, the most suffocating of the trembling figure, was the torn corpse, and there were still hideous bite marks and claw marks on the cold flesh, and the corpse was charred and emitted a pungent smell.

"Huhu!" the White King's eyes were red like an angry bull, his mouth exhaled heavily, and his long black hair was hung up by the scorching wind, and he looked like a weeping demon from a distance.

"Everybody's dead······" The White King muttered, "Afa, Grandpa······" All the villagers who were once familiar with them were lying quietly on the ground at this moment. The White King's eyes swept over the ruins in front of him, but there was no expression on his face, and the stinging pain in his heart had made him forget the physical torture, forgetting that countless flames were burning his flesh as if they were mockingly, dancing elves.

Through the eyes of the White King, he seemed to see the banner embroidered with blood-red lions before, and seemed to see countless armies riding hideous lions, but the most suffocating thing was the silver sharp axe that floated quietly in the air, and the silver-robed man beside him, the corners of his clothes moved slightly, and he was floating quietly in the air.

"Hahahaha!" The White King's eyes burst out like tears, looking like madness, but the muscles on his face strangely did not move.

The flames around him were like those who crowned him, the fierce winds were like the shouts of those who believed, and the clouds slid across the bright moon, perhaps the king's concubine was hiding her face from the world to see her smile.

"I'm alone!" the thin white figure looked like a volcano about to erupt, "it's just me!"

Suddenly, the White King's eyes became extremely scarlet, and countless red lights erupted from his body, as if to illuminate this forest, and the source of the light was the young figure.

On the white king's delicate and handsome face, a delicate and abnormal blood-colored pattern bloomed on his forehead, reflecting his whole person as an incomparably evil spirit, and the pattern seemed to be alive, squirming slightly on his forehead, and bursts of power that shook people's hearts continued to burst out.

The surrounding blood light continued to expand and contract as the White King breathed and breathed, and in an instant, it seemed as if an eternity had passed.

A huge cross suddenly appeared in front of the White King, without warning, as if it should have been there.

The vertical beam of the cross is nearly two meters long, made of a mysterious and powerful crimson spar, and at the four ends of the cross, long piercing thorns extend to both sides, the whole cross is extremely strange, but it does not lose its beauty.

The cross appeared, and the blood lines on the white king's forehead bloomed even more violently, like a round of the sun being born angrily. But its glow is a faint red, exuding a terrifying coercion like the end of the world.

The strange thing is that from the outside, you can only see the huge cross, there is no trace of red light at all, but the majesty like the gods descending, oppressing every inch of land all the time.

Suddenly, images appeared in front of the White King's eyes, as if they had passed through the long river of time and reappeared in front of his eyes.

The black and dead figure, the silent space, and ······ It was incomparably familiar, like a golden cluster of light gathered together by countless suns.

"What is this?" The White King froze, not only the vague memories that suddenly appeared in his mind, but also the red blood cross in front of him, and the red pillar of light that penetrated the sky and the earth made him very puzzled, and he recalled it vigorously, but his brain was extremely painful.

It seems that every time I have to go back and look through the scrolls I remember, there will always be a pair of hands covering their eyes and stabbing them hard.

"This ······ This is?" the White King stared incredulously at everything in front of him, everything that had happened was beyond his comprehension.

"How can there be such power in the Brahmanic realm. The White King swallowed, and suddenly, an extremely terrifying thought appeared in his mind.

"How can there be such power!. ”

"How is that possible!" the White King's eyes widened, and his eyeballs seemed to fly out of his sockets, and the air seemed to be silent.

"Could it be······ It's him!" the White King suddenly clenched his teeth, and every word squeezed out between his teeth, his eyes turning scarlet again.

He will never forget the suffocating power, just a person and an axe, the slight movement of the silver robe, is the collapse of a mountain and river, just a look, the whole world has lost its color, and the space seems to be controlled by his infinite coercion at this moment.

"It must be you!" the White King gasped, exhaling endless rage. "I'm going to kill you!"

"Even if you're a god I can't look up to!"

"Get out of here! I'll tear you apart with my own hands! I'll eat every inch of your flesh raw!"

Angry cries were heard in this bloody land, the sound of the wind piercing the restless wind, echoing through the endless forests, echoing between the mountains and rivers, and only a few night crows occasionally flitting.

And in the place where the White King couldn't see, a tall figure stood quietly on the top of the mountain, looking at the helpless but powerful figure from a distance, there was no pity in his eyes, as if everything that happened should have been like this.

The shadow muttered, "Verdict, you're finally here." The sound is like silk brushing through the most precious goose down, and listening to it makes people feel sleepy.

The beauty of the face is the essence of all creation, and even a second glance would be a blasphemy, and the skin as clear as jade and the teeth as snow as even the moon on the horizon will be tarnished. The tall body is dressed in sky blue light armor, and every inch of beauty on the body cannot be hidden by metal.

However, what is amazing is that there is a black giant sword that is more than two meters long and one meter wide behind her, and it is hard to imagine how powerful it must be to make this giant sword move even more, let alone carry it as if it were nothing.

"Pain is just your soil, don't let it be buried. The woman smiled slightly, and casually unloaded the giant sword behind her back and stuck it in the ground beside her.

Suddenly, cracks spread around the giant sword in all directions, like cobwebs, rapidly spreading down the mountain.

"Boom, boom!" With the shocking roar, the mountain peak under Qianying's feet collapsed in an instant, blasting into countless rubble, as if the end of the world had come.

And the giant sword, and the owner of the giant sword, were not affected in the slightest, and floated quietly in the air.

"White King, I will wait for you. ”