Fan Qingsong only felt that there seemed to be a gust of wind behind him, and the lamp on the side wall of the tower seemed to be blown to the ground by the wind. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was a muffled sound of the door panel falling to the ground, and the gate of the Chunjun Tower was blown off by the wind.

Like a hurricane poured into the tower, the lights on the tower wall were blown off the ground, and beams of flames began to dance in the wind, dancing out of a sea of fire, unscrupulously devouring every corner of the Chunjun Tower.

The wind does not stop, the fire does not go out!

Throughout the tower, fireworks began to diffuse, spreading endlessly, spreading......

Fan Qingsong seemed to be calm, looking at Zhou Sheng's permeated flames.

This is a kind of calmness, calmly facing everything, even if it is a sea of fire, you can't trap me!

Fan Qingsong still walked forward.

Let it be filled with fire, let its flames roar and dance, and I will move forward.

Go forward, go like this.

Believe in the future, maybe what awaits you ahead is a miracle.

Fan Qingsong chooses to believe in miracles!

Every part of Fan Qingsong's body, he felt the burning pain brought by the flames that surrounded him.

Fan Qingsong continued to walk forward.

This is a rebirth from the ashes of heaven!

Fan Qingsong felt that it was a little more difficult to move forward, the hope seemed to be very slim, and the miracle of delusion had not yet appeared.

Fan Qingsong just wanted to say the word "hehe" in his heart.

The bead in his arms, I don't know if it was affected by the hot environment around it, seemed to start to warm up again.

The surrounding flames turned whiter from the red at the beginning to the back, and the flames in front of Fan Qingsong were bubbling with blue flames.

Fan Qingsong felt a little unable to hold on, supporting his knees with his hands, bending his waist, and breathing heavily in his pale mouth.

With a bang, it was like a pinball falling to the ground.

A bead slipped from Fan Qingsong's arms and fell to the ground, rolling forward, as if it wanted to open a way for Fan Qingsong ahead.

The beads rolled, and the flames around the beads began to slowly disperse.

This bead is amazing!

Fan Qingsong never thought that the magical power of this bead was so great!

I came to this world inexplicably, this continent, this sky, and this bead has a great relationship.

Fan Qingsong didn't hesitate, the beads kept spinning in front of him, and he followed closely behind.

Fan Qingsong doesn't know where to go in the future ahead of him, so he will follow this bead now to walk the road ahead.

On the road opened up by the dripping beads, Fan Qingsong saw every step under his feet.

A lot of bones can be faintly seen under the feet, mutilated bones, to be precise, the white bones of people, the further you go, the more bones there are.

Fan Qingsong was a little numb all over his body, if he had been in his previous life, he would have fallen into the fire now, and he would have lost the will to survive.

In the previous life, I was a half-house, and the fortune teller explained not very well, it seems that the fortune teller may be right, if the fate is good, how can I come to this strange world, isn't it a joke!

When I came to this world, I only lived a stable life for more than half a year. At the same time, there is always an indescribable feeling that there seems to be an invisible hand behind it that is guiding something in his life.

There are some things that Fan Qingsong can't go to right now, if he can, he will return to the earth with good memories as soon as possible, after all, he is just an outsider here.

Maybe you will become a passerby, it is easy to be a passerby, but to be a passerby who has been to the place without a trace, maybe a little idealistic.

Since you can't be a passer-by without a trace, let yourself leave a dazzling mark in this sky.

Either you succeed or you become a benevolent.

Even if you are alone, you have to open up a road to heaven.

Reality is often more cruel than ideals, and further on, Fan Qingsong will have to step on the skull of the white bone Leilei.

It seems that this sea of fire is the anger emitted by these white bones, to cremate everything here, to stop Fan Qingsong's progress.

It's full of bones, and it's spread so far and wide, you can imagine how horrible it used to be, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of bones.

The sea of fire may be the superficial appearance in front of Fan Qingsong's eyes, but below the sea of fire is a mountain of bones, a mountain of bones and bones, and the area is like a sea.

What is this place?

Battlefield or?

There is no answer yet.

The beads were still rolling forward, and Fan Qingsong was still moving forward in the sea of fire.

It's just that not far ahead, there is a high wall of flames, like a barrier to a flaming waterfall.

Undoubtedly, Fan Qingsong did not find a way out by following the beads, but what appeared in front of him seemed to be only a dead end.

Fan Qingsong was very angry.

Fan Qingsong wanted to catch up with the beads, so he stepped on it a few times to vent his anger.

The dripping beads seemed to spin faster and move forward faster.

Fan Qingsong chased after the beads angrily.

Seeing that the bead was about to roll to the barrier of the Flame Falls, the beads had no intention of stopping, and continued to move forward at an accelerated pace, as if they were about to quickly hit the Flame Falls.

Bang.

The moment the beads touched the Flame Waterfall, a violent sound occurred, and a wave of flame qi rushed towards Fan Qingsong.

Fan Qingsong subconsciously covered his head with his hands, blocking his eyes, not daring to look down, after all, everything in front of him just now was cruel.

After less than a short while, Fan Qingsong felt that he should have been burned by that violent wave of flame qi and injured himself. But as if nothing had happened, he still stood there unharmed, and even the feeling of a hint of wind was wooden.

Fan Qingsong let go of his hands and opened his eyes.

Everything in front of him, the moment the bead hit the screen of the Flame Falls, ceased to exist and vanished.

There were no barriers and walls of the Flame Falls in front of me, no burning flames around them, even the beads that had been dripping and spinning before were gone, and the space here didn't look like it was in a tower.

The only thing that remained unchanged was the crescent moon hidden in the dark clouds in the sky and the mountains of white bones at the feet.

The moonlight slowly emerged from the dark clouds, and it was a relatively empty valley.

In the valley under the dark night and moonlight, it looks very cautious, everything is quiet, and Fan Qingsong's footsteps can echo in the empty valley for a long time.

The ground of the valley was nothing but bones, like a place of death.

Fan Qingsong wanted to go to a high ground in the valley, but the mountains around the valley blocked his view, and Fan Qingsong wanted to find a way out here.

Fan Qingsong walked on the mountain bag a little higher, and the further he went to the mountain bag, the fewer white bones on the ground there were, and some iron fragments could be seen.

It seems that this should be an ancient battlefield, but I don't know what kind of war.