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The white platform was also immovable, the two were closely connected, and there was a hidden aura circulating around it.

After that, he circled the high platform three more times, but found no other anomalies.

I saw that he used his true power to completely enclose the hedron inside.

In an instant, the object changed, and the surrounding true power was absorbed by it, and the colorful colors became more dazzling.

However, to Yang Ling's disappointment, it was nothing more than that, because there were no other changes after a long time.

He frowned slightly, and didn't know what to do for a while, so he could only look at it in a daze, and there was nothing else to do.

Yang Ling had an intuition that the spar in front of him was not trivial, maybe it was what he was looking for.

After a few moments, he suddenly felt something in his heart and immediately cut his finger.

Then I saw scarlet blood dripping down and clinging to the hedrons.

At the same time, Yang Ling once again ran the Southern Candle Heart Sutra, urging the true power to diffuse out, surrounding the spar again.

Finally, the vision happened.

There was a slight trembling sound from the otherwise calm tower.

Rustle rustle ~ rustle rustle ~

It was like an ant army crossing the border, and the sound was getting louder and louder, and it was clearly audible.

Airplanes~

Suddenly, beams of light shot out from the spars in front of him, connecting into one piece, and turned into a huge light curtain.

There was a disturbance in the light curtain, and the picture kept flickering. Bai Du billion hey, Yan, brother free of charge without bullet window to watch the next chapter

After careful observation, Yang Ling suddenly found that the scene inside was extremely familiar, it was this ancient city of Babel, because no matter how the picture changed, the shadow of the giant tower always loomed and never disappeared.

At this moment, Yang Ling's breathing instantly became short, and he was even more sure of his guess, this spar was exactly the target he was looking for.

He then forcibly composed, and once he was breathing evenly, he began to explore the use of the object.

First of all, a familiar figure appeared in Yang Ling's mind, and this person was He Keren.

At the same time, a petite figure gradually appeared in the light curtain in front of him.

Although the picture still looked very blurry, Yang Ling could completely see from the general outline that it was He Keren.

He didn't seem to expect that this process would be so simple and didn't require the cooperation of magic at all, so he was already pleasantly surprised in his heart.

In order to see everything in the light curtain clearly, Yang Ling used his mental method, and a large amount of true power surged out, almost condensing into ice crystals, tightly attached to the spar, and was quickly absorbed.

After a few breaths, the picture in the light curtain really became clearer, and I saw He Keren playing with Yi Ziqi, the two of them had gone through a lot of hardships together, and they had established a deep relationship with each other.

Unfortunately, although I could see their lips opening and closing, I couldn't hear the sound.

However, for Yang Ling, this is enough.

He didn't know how the envoy locked himself in the first place, perhaps through the portrait provided by the Lu people.

None of this matters now, because the envoys are gone, dead and wounded, and I don't know what year or month it will be when we will see each other again.

Although he had not yet reached the top of the Tower of Babel, he used his spiritual sense to observe and found that there was no one else in the tower except him, and it was safe, at least for the time being.

At this point, I was so nervous that my heart had almost stopped beating.

In the past twenty years, he has been thinking about his parents and people all the time, in order to be strong and able to return to Babel City, he has paid too much, he has experienced life and death disasters again and again, I don't know how many times he has struggled on the verge of death.

In the past 20 years, he has endured the torture of conscience, and always regrets that he probably shouldn't have fled in a hurry, but accompanied his mother, even if he died, he had no regrets.

However, the past cannot be repeated, and time is destined to be unable to go back to the past, so we can only try our best to make up for it and try our best to save it.

In order to enter this giant tower, he did not hesitate to make enemies of the royal family, and did not hesitate to fight those envoys from foreign lands.

Finally, the emperor lived up to his wishes, and finally stood here today.

Seeing that he could see his parents in the next moment, Yang Ling hesitated, not daring to contemplate their voices and appearances.

He found himself terrified, worried that the figures he had been thinking about day and night would not appear in the light curtain, that they had passed away.

Yang Ling was timid, time seemed to have stopped, and his heart was tormented.

It was a long time before he took a deep breath and forcibly calmed his nervous heart.

Waving the figure of his parents in his mind, he stroked the spar lightly, concentrating on the figure of a close family uncle.

This person is a fellow with his father, and he also loves Yang Ling very much, and he was seriously injured in the battle of the destruction of the family twenty years ago in order to save him, and I don't know what happened later.

Obviously, until now, Yang Ling still didn't have the courage to look for his parents.

The next moment, he was pleasantly surprised, a man appeared in the light curtain, although his head was full of white hair, his face was full of wrinkles, and even his legs and feet were no longer flexible.

But Yang Ling clearly remembered the resolute and unyielding eyes.

Tears can't stop flowing, the old years seem to have returned again, and the past curtain comes back to my heart again.

It was a warm past, which had been buried in his heart all these years, and it was finally unearthed again.

However, then he found something strange in the picture, only to see that the clan uncle's body trembled, his face was extremely gloomy, and he was holding a big knife in his hand, constantly retreating backwards.

Yang Ling was shocked, and immediately ran the Southern Candle Heart Sutra to the extreme, and the true power spread out wildly, and before the spar could absorb itself, he was desperately injected into it.

Airplanes~

The light curtain vibrates, the picture is much clearer, and even the surrounding scenes appear inside.

I saw a few people standing behind the clan uncle, all of them were old and weak women and children, most of them were from the Yang clan, but they were all old and lost their former brilliance.

Opposite them, several men with swords and riding fierce horses shouted and cursed viciously, and blood continued to drip from their blades.

Yang Ling's gaze touched the ground, where there were several corpses lying horizontally, all of them were young and middle-aged men.

"Little Fun!"

His eyes were torn apart, and he was furious, because one of the dead was his childhood playmate, a man of the same clan, named Yang Le.

I didn't expect that when I said goodbye, I was already separated from heaven and man.

Yang Ling's heart was full of regret, if he had come a day earlier, he might have found these clansmen in advance and rescued them from fire and water.

At this moment, those fierce and vicious men had already come to the front of the other survivors of the Yang clan, and the blades in their hands had been raised high, and they were about to fall down.

Yang Ling was furious, because he had no idea how the envoy had urged the Tower of Babel to kill people in the first place.

At this critical moment, he subconsciously yelled: "Kill!"

Consciousness and divine thoughts were all locked on the bodies of those people.

Suddenly, there was a huge earthquake in the Tower of Babel, and Yang Ling was shocked, and he didn't know what had happened.

The next moment, though, he knew it.

Almost at the same time, in the midst of that curtain of light, several pillars of light suddenly appeared, directly piercing the men on the fierce horses.

Yang Ling could clearly see that those people's faces were full of disbelief and extremely painful.

At the thought of it, they turned into a mist of blood, leaving only the frightened horses that had collapsed to the ground.

This scene was so bloody that even the people of the Yang clan trembled in horror and kept retreating.

At this moment, Yang Ling finally put his mind at ease.

He remembered the scene around them, and then continued to observe them for a long time, and when he was sure that they were safe, he decided to look for his parents.

At this time, he was worried that if it was a little later, maybe some unfortunate things would befall his parents, and then he would really regret it.

Now that the decision has been made, the figures of his parents appeared in Yang Ling's mind, like a brand, which can never be erased, and it will always be so clear.

The figure of the father was tall and stern.

The mother is weaker and gentle.

No matter when, they are all of Yang Ling, and they are people who need to defend with their lives, years, and everything.

He saw the light curtain trembling, and the picture inside kept flickering, and he saw a lot, but he didn't see the figure he expected.

Nervous, nervous, nervous.

There has never been a moment of tension like this.

Yang Ling was already sweating, his body seemed to be hollowed out, and his face was extremely pale.

Time passed too slowly, as if it were as long as an epoch.

All the giving, all the waiting, all the tribulations, all the missing, all the twenty years will be decided in this moment.

What would have happened if those two figures hadn't appeared, Yang Ling would definitely feel more uncomfortable than his own death.

A few breaths had passed, and the light curtain was still shaking, still unchanged.

Yang Ling almost collapsed.

Suddenly, he realized a problem, perhaps because his mind was not focused enough, and if there were distracting thoughts, he should not be able to stimulate the wonders of this hedron.

Call~

He immediately turned on the Qingyin Technique, and the distracting thoughts gradually dissipated, and even his breathing became much more even.

Yang Ling concentrated, as if he was in a state of mind, as if a void appeared in his mind, where two figures stood there, one was his father and the other was his mother.

Airplanes~

Finally, the light curtain changed after a rapid flicker, and the two figures gradually appeared, becoming clearer and clearer.

Yang Ling was extremely excited, and he stared at it intently.

"Father, mother, child finally see you again!"

However, after a few moments, his face turned pale again, and sweat slid down his forehead.

Because those two figures were not two parents, but two women, one of whom was his mother, and the other seemed to be familiar to him, but he was not from the Yang clan.

Yang Ling clenched his fists and clenched his teeth, not knowing why this was happening, why his father didn't appear.

If you look closely at her mother, her hair has turned gray, her face has many wrinkles, and even her skin has slackened a lot, and the elegant and beautiful woman she used to have been missing is gone.