"Answer me, Xiao Ling, Xiao Ling, Xiao Ling......"

Zhang Fan grabbed the wooden bird and called deeply.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he received no answer.

Zhang Fan had already seen that the wooden bird was Xiao Ling, the spirit he was looking for.

What happened, why was she the Lord of the Wasteland, and what did she experience after entering the realm of mountains and seas?

Zhang Fan recalled the picture when he first met Xiao Ling.

It was a rainy night, and the pouring rain flooded the sewers of the entire city.

Everyone huddled in their homes, afraid to go outside. The raindrops the size of beans hit the umbrella and seemed to break it to pieces.

At that time, Zhang Fan was still a little bit and stayed at home alone. He leaned on the windowsill and saw a big sister in a white T-shirt, standing across the street.

In the heavy rain, he just stood stupidly, motionless. Even if the storm hit her, she didn't react at all.

Suddenly, the other party looked at himself and saw Zhang Fan, who was trembling behind the windowsill.

With just a look, Zhang Fan ran downstairs with a bang, then opened the umbrella and brought a strange woman back home.

And the strange woman, who also seemed to be confused, followed Zhang Fan to the narrow hut.

Zhang Fan put on the clothes left by her mother before her death, obviously she was a child, but she pretended to be a little adult.

And the woman, obviously an adult, is like a little girl who doesn't understand anything.

Zhang Fan took care of her daughter like taking care of her own daughter, bathing and changing her clothes.

The woman looked at Zhang Fan's small figure without saying a word, busy in front of her.

That was Zhang Fan's first encounter with Xiao Ling.

Later, Zhang Fan was too busy and fell into Xiaoling's arms. In Xiaoling's arms, Zhang Fan felt the warmth of maternal love that he had never felt before.

By the time Zhang Fan woke up, Xiao Ling had already left. But the next day, Zhang Fan found out that the big sister actually lived next to them.

This is the story of Zhang Fan and Xiao Ling's encounter, the two lived together for eight years. Xiaoling has almost become the best memory of Zhang Fan's childhood.

So, when Zhang Fan found out, suddenly one day Xiao Ling disappeared from his life.

Zhang Fan began to look for her, looking for thousands of mountains and rivers, and he wanted to find her.

In order to find Xiao Ling, he even chased to this mountain and sea realm.

Now, however, Shinoling has been found. However, the spirit he found was a wooden bird?

Shinoling is a wooden bird and a desolate master, which sounds ridiculous.

......

What the hell is going on? What about the Wild Lord? Where is the Wild Lord's body? Take me there. “

Zhang Fan rushed out of the wooden house and found Donghuang Ao, who was waiting outside.

After hearing this, the Eastern Emperor squinted and replied, "The desolate master is in the wooden house, and he has no body. ”

"It's just a woodbird. ”

"What kind of trick are you guys playing?" Zhang Fan said angrily.

"There's no need to lie to you, this is the Lord of the Wasteland we believe in. Of course, you're right, his body can't be a woodbird. Maybe after a while, it will burst out of its shell. ”

Donghuang Ao's words were heard by Zhang Fan as if he understood or not.

Zhang Fan didn't understand why these people believed in a wooden bird as the owner of the wasteland.

What's more, Shinoling is a person, a living person, how can it be a woodbird?

Zhang Fan still remembers how warm Xiao Ling's embrace was.

"Then why doesn't she answer me now?" Zhang Fan asked again.

The wooden bird is the wooden bird, as long as it can speak, Zhang Fan believes that he is real.

After hearing this, the Eastern Emperor shook his head and said, "The desolate lord is still asleep, and the communication with you is already the limit of its current awakening situation. If you want to continue to communicate with it, you can only wait for it to wake up. ”

"How long will it take?" asked Zhang Fan.

Donghuang shook his head and said, "I don't know, maybe a few days, maybe months, maybe a few years." ”

After Zhang Fan heard this, he sat down cross-legged and said coldly: "Okay, I'll wait here until she talks to me again." ”

"Isn't that interesting? shouldn't you have more important things to do?" said Donghuang Ao.

After hearing this, Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment.

More important things, he thought of Qianjiaoyuan, thought of Su Yao, and thought of his friends who were still uncertain about their lives and deaths.

"Damn, shit!"

Zhang Fan smashed a punch on the king's ground, smashing out a pit that was not too big or small.

"Then I'll go back with the wooden birds. ”

"No, the Lord of the Wasteland needs to rely on the power of Jianmu to fully awaken, and I can't let you take it away. ”

"What if I have to take it?"

"Then you can try. ”

After Donghuang Ao finished speaking, his palm flipped over, and a small black tripod appeared on his palm.

Zhang Fan felt the incomparably strong power from the small black ding.

This is the Li Ding held by Donghuang Ao, with the strongest power in the world, no matter how powerful the enemy is, he can be blown up with one punch.

"Boom......"

Seeing this, Zhang Fan summoned his Ink Evil Sword. The Ink Evil Sword was held in his hand, and suddenly Zhang Fan's ability began to tumble violently.

This sword is forged using the heart of Jianmu, and it has the most powerful ability in Jianmu's realm.

In other words, here, Donghuang Ao's enemy is not only Zhang Fan, but also Jianmu at that moment behind him.

"Whew!"

Zhang Fan lifted the Ink Evil Sword and slashed towards the Eastern Emperor Ao.

The moment the sword fell, he saw the arrogant punch of the Eastern Emperor slamming into Zhang Fan's sword.

"Boom!"

The moment the two collided, the whole world shook for a while. Zhang Fan's sword was actually taken over by the Eastern Emperor Aoshengsheng.

"Looks like you're really planning to do it. In that case, then you're welcome. ”

Donghuang Ao was no longer merciful, and controlled Liding to fly above his head.

Then the surging power poured out of the small ding, poured into the top of his head, and bathed his whole person in that power.

Zhang Fan and Donghuang Ao, although they missed the battle of the Holy City of the Chao Country. But now, under this building, war is on the verge of breaking out.

That Donghuang Ao clenched his fists and slammed down on Zhang Fan.

The strong air was like an explosive impact on Zhang Fan. Seeing this, Zhang Fan was drought: "Jianmu, give me strength." ”

As soon as the words fell, from that Jianmu's body, a powerful power rolled in.

The power began to merge into the Ink Evil Sword in Zhang Fan's hand, and the divine thunder and purple lightning on the Ink Evil Sword began to sneer, crackling and forming a huge electric arc field.

"I said, I'm going to take it!"

Zhang Fan slashed down with a sword again, and the thunder and lightning edge, which was hundreds of meters long, turned into a huge sword qi and fell with a bang.