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"It's here. Fan Yi said.

They stopped.

Scattered around were a few things that looked like dried fruits, but they were the size of a small stadium large enough to hold thousands of spectators

In the midst of it, Teng Yunshen felt as if he had recklessly intruded into a giant clan ritual that should not be disturbed.

"Is this the plague?" Zhao He looked around uneasily, "It's scary. ”

"I don't know," Fan Yi said slowly, "for now, they're just ...... It became red-cleared. ”

The door of the dried fruit house slowly opened.

"At least the identification system hasn't failed. Fan Yi whistled, "Let's go in." ”

Teng Yunshen walked into the house.

The incandescent lamp then glowed. The soft light is dullly painted by the raging red, giving the scene a certain texture that settles under the lens.

Along with the lights, there are many, many mysterious instruments that awaken. The building seems to be a laboratory, imbued with science that was ahead of its time.

What really amazed Teng Yun was that those test benches were not only installed on the floor by the wizards of the Dragon of Mistime, the coordinate system based on gravity had lost its meaning, and there were also one test bench after another scattered on the walls and dome.

Fan Yi prompted: "Let's go up." ”

Teng Yun settled down, and then stepped on the wall and walked to the heights.

To be precise, the entire interior space is integrated, like a closed circle, with neither beginning nor end, and the original structural concept no longer exists. No matter where Teng Yunshen goes, it is as if he is walking on flat ground, steady.

"Amazing," Zhao He was amazed, "I've only seen this kind of facility in film and television programs." ”

Teng Yunshen tried to capture the clues that were exposed when the magic was running. However, the magic that pervades the Dried Fruit House is so...... It was so large that Teng Yunshen couldn't separate it from the outside world.

The pavement for man to walk on is always directly below waiting for him to take every step.

Teng Yunshen glanced at Fan Yi thoughtfully, and then looked away. Although he had been through a lot of battles, and he hadn't dealt with a head that lacked a body, it still seemed strange to him.

"You seem to have an idea. Teng Yunshen asked, "What are you looking for?"

"Considering that the excavation of the ruins that will begin after the destruction of the Black Sword Society is a big project, we intend to set up camp in the Red King's territory," Fan Yi grinned at this, "Therefore, we have prepared a vaccine to ensure that the marching tree can adapt to the new environment - turn right. ”

"Huh?" Teng Yunshen stopped suddenly.

Several red figures emerged from the air without warning.

Teng Yunshen threw out the box containing Fan Yi's head.

The red energy swept like a storm and waves. In an instant, the shadows were full of shadows, and the demons danced wildly, confusing Teng Yunshen's five senses, making him feel like he was falling into a fog for five miles, and it was difficult to distinguish between east and west, north and south.

Teng Yunshen stretched out his hand and grabbed the magic sword, and without waiting for the other party to show his attitude, he didn't wait to tell whether the other party was an enemy or a friend, and slashed it with a sword.

"Stupid. The red mage said.

He blew. The magic sword snapped.

The invincible magic sword was actually blown into two pieces by the enemy in one breath, and the shock in Teng Yunshen's heart reached the point of no return.

......

The moonlight falls high, causing ripples in the trance-like world. Countless quiet sounds, one after another, formed a deep nocturne, awakening strange dreams.

The spells used by the wizards of the Black Sword Society are certainly terrifying, but if you look at it according to the realm of the person who shaped the spell, it is mediocre and lackluster.

At its core, it's nothing more than a symmetrical secret text.

The secret of symmetry is to shuffle and reassemble two opposing sets of things, discarding one of them as a driving force to reverse reality, and thus keeping the remaining one.

The wizard of the Black Sword Society combined the cold ice and the high temperature of the fire into a cold fire, which kept absorbing the heat and grew rapidly.

The fire intensified and was out of control.

For both the Shaper and the user, the spell that the Black Sword distributes to the Soldier is a bargain. Even a small waste can be mastered in a short period of time.

However, the Blood Mage believed that when he reached the corresponding level, he would be able to weave more complex, more sophisticated, and more invincible spells.

The spells inherited by the White Moon Protector are unique.

The moonlight was like a tide, gently lapping her ears, and in a very, very sudden moment, the blood mage remembered the little cradle of the old days, and she seemed to be lying on the soft sand, letting the gentle waves push her towards her distant homeland little by little.

The Blood Mage looked to the Second World.

She felt the response from the gates of the world. She grabbed the doorframe, then held up the hidden door.

Moonlight flicked her tail and swam past her.

......

Teng Yunshen looked into the darkness.

After days of confusion, probably for the first time in his life, he no longer focused on the tattered ruins.

This is his home. His attempts to contemplate the emotions that should be expressed in the remembrance of the homeland of those who have lost their homes have been in vain. After all, he is not a person in the strict sense of the word.

Teng Yunshen has been gone for too long, too long.

He didn't stay here because of sadness, but simply because of ...... He didn't know where he was going.

The darkness was glaring.

Teng Yunshen blinked. If something glaring breaks into view, people blink. He may have reacted correctly, that is, he imitated it well. Teng Yun was deeply aware of this and cheered up for this small discovery.

He was one step closer to the real thing.

Teng Yunshen opened the dictionary in his mind and found an entry about "darkness". This is another good sign. He's learning how to use rhetorical devices to preserve the image of things.

Imagination represents perceptual cognition, which is what distinguishes human beings from machines.

Teng Yunshen was puzzled by the annotations under the entry.

Darkness should be gentle. But now, the darkness was terrifying. The faint light of the stars traced the dark and deep outline. Between the vast heaven and earth, apart from the scattered ruins, there is only the darkness that accompanies him.

Teng Yunshen began to feel lonely.

There was a sobbing sound in the darkness, like gurgling blood.