Winter has arrived, and the heavy snowfall for several days has left no animal activity in the rolling mountains, and even some towering trees have been bent over by the thick snow. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info but in this inaccessible forest, there was a constant panting sound. The owl on the branch shook the snow off its head, and seemed to have already noticed the two people passing by under the tree, but still squinting and sleeping.

"Damn, I can't walk," said a muscular man in a fox fur hat and a thick winter coat who threw down his backpack and sat on the ground, ripped off the flask and poured it violently. "It's hot, it's really enjoyable to drink in this weather." The other man next to him seemed to be used to seeing it, and did not respond, but just folded his hands and prayed to the north, then sat on the other side, and said slowly: "Rest for a while and set off, if you don't arrive at the place before dark, you and I will be ashamed of the life-saving grace of the year." The sturdy man didn't seem to be able to stand the stimulation of this speech, his face seemed to be red under the thick hair, and he still couldn't help protesting: "Just rest for a while, there will be no delay, the stone that Lord Sven asked for will be delivered on time." He couldn't help but tug at his backpack and muttered, "What the hell is a stone, it's so heavy, I don't know what it's used for"

"You want to know?"

"Of course, are these stones valuable?"

The thin man said lightly, "It's not worth much to us, but for those warlocks with great powers, this stone can make their spells more powerful, maybe they can bring the dead back to life and predict the future." ”

"Really? Can he teach me magic, preferably with infinite power, so that I won't be afraid of those scoundrels when I go back."

Even if you have elemental mental and magic formulas, you won't be able to learn them without talent and perseverance. Alright, alright, hurry up and hurry. ”

With a burst of scolding and whining, the sound of squeaky footsteps gradually sounded again, and gradually faded away.

A few months later, in an ancient altar, an old man dressed in white and wearing a tall pointed white hat sat cross-legged on a stone with a staff in hand, constantly pinching his mantra and muttering to himself. There were about a dozen old men sitting around, three of them the closest, one with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a pious look, bowing his head with all kinds of respect; the other was the same, but his eyes seemed to float a little, and he did not know what was in his heart; the other was a woman, with a veil on her face, and could not see her countenance, but her figure was graceful, and she must be a beautiful woman; and the others, men and women, sat on the periphery, their eyes full of fervor and respect, and their mouths kept reciting ancient poems.

The groan suddenly fell, the old man opened his eyes, quickly made a complicated handprint in his hand, pressed it on the staff and waved his arms, the candlelight in the altar lit up at once, and there was no wind in the closed room, and the whole aura rushed to the top of the secret room.

The top of the chamber seemed to become transparent, and gradually a star map appeared, and the dense nebula gave people a dreamlike and addicted feeling.

"Poof", the old man spurted out a mouthful of blood on the tip of his tongue, and the whole person stood up suddenly, and dotted a few times into the air, and a blood-colored pattern quickly formed and continued to flow and rotate.

"Go", with the old man's roar, this blood map was completely integrated into the illusory starry sky, and the entire starry sky suddenly brightened, and the dazzling light illuminated the entire secret room, if the two brothers were here, they would be dumbfounded, because the whole house was made of the so-called stone barriers.

In this light, the old man's eyes were blank, and his wrinkled face tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Is this so? It must be so!!"

The old man in white seemed to have spent all his strength, but the unwilling look in his eyes seemed to show his inner thoughts.

"Apprentices, open the afterlife formation for me, and calculate the star map again for the teacher!!"

Suddenly, everyone in this secret room sat on the ground, their hands folded and constantly changed their hand shapes, and their mouths began to chant, and the chanting in the entire secret room gradually became louder, and everyone seemed to be suffering greatly, and the old man in white was even more like death, his eyes were bloodshot, but he was still staring at the star map above.

Suddenly, the star map seemed to be stirred by a pair of large hands, and it became distorted and deformed. "!!" Everyone's hearts couldn't bear this sudden mysterious power, and spit out blood. The old man in white was bleeding and sat on the ground. Several other disciples immediately picked up the old man and sat around him, one after another dazzling handprints were typed out one after another, and a large amount of vitality continued to pour into the old man's body, and the female disciple with a thin veil on her face was even more speechless, and her words were choked.

"Master, how are you?"

"Quick, hurry up and get the recovery pill!"

After a long time, the old man finally opened his eyes, he shook his head slightly, and laughed miserably: "I have run out of lamp oil, and now I am just surviving, you don't have to waste your efforts, although it consumes a lot of vitality, but it is worth it."

"Master, what are you doing this for?" the thick-eyed man asked helplessly, "If you take care of yourself, it will not be a problem to live for another three or five years, but why do you spend so much energy to perform this star map technique? Isn't this a waste of yourself?"

"Master must have a reason for doing this, senior brother, listen to Master carefully, don't say more."

The old man seemed to have a hard time speaking, he just smiled and looked at the few people who spoke, and then spit out a few words with great effort, "My wish has been fulfilled, but I can't help but realize it in person, I can't help but feel a little regretful, and the entire light system magic will depend on you to carry it forward in the future."

cough, while talking, a few mouthfuls of blood spit out, and several people at the scene began to scramble again, and even tears were already flowing from the corners of their eyes.

"Destiny is like this!"

As if having made up his mind, the old man in white took the staff that was still stained with his own blood, and solemnly stretched out to the man in front of him.

"All the disciples listen to the order, after I go, the head of the light system will be served by Ruer, and Smit and Emily will jointly assist the head of the sect in handling the affairs of the sect, everyone must stick to the ancestral teachings and carry forward the light system magic!"

"Here, pick up Red's Scepter!!"

With that, the thick-eyed man knelt down and tearfully took the Red Scepter, known as the Light Treasure, and raised it with both hands, kneeling in front of him and weeping slightly.

The expressions of the crowd were sad and solemn, sad but thoughtful. In this trance-like moment, everyone's expressions fell into the eyes of the old man who was about to die, the old man whispered, and Ruer, who held the scepter high, kept nodding in response, and even kowtowed in agreement.

The old man seemed to have fulfilled his wish, and there was no more concern in the world, so he went quietly.

The sky outside the secret room is starting to get dark, and it may be about to change