Qin Li sometimes sighed that it would be good if he were the Black King, travel through the past, and figure out everything he wanted to know.

He was curious about what Qin Luo had gone through, because he wanted to become strong and survive like his sister, instead of becoming a stepping stone for his sister.

He was curious about what Kassel was doing, because because he had lost his memory and spent too much time in human society, something about himself had been changed by the environment, and he wanted to know what the future would be.

He always felt that it was his nature, that the divine power of the sky and the wind had insight into everything in mythology, but myths were still myths, and the observations were true, insightful, and too exaggerated.

The King of the Sky and the Wind, who was originally the eye of the Black King's observation of the world, has become a character who wants to compete with other kings and see who has the last laugh because of Qin Luo.

My sister's ability to survive is quite great, she can integrate into the human race without hindrance, and she doesn't have any thoughts about preventing the Black King's destruction, maybe the Black King's threat to her really makes her hate him so much.

And what about him?

The inexplicable dream that I met here today seemed to be something new trying to reach him, and a few words had been stuck in his heart.

Ever seen one? Not like it is now?

Qin Li was now suspicious of even his own past.

And the phrase "the master of the causal line".

The master of the causal line is better said to be the world tree, which supports the world and influences the world, and is the branches and branches of the world tree.

If you want to affect the cause and effect of the world, everything has a price, and to maintain the balance of cause and effect, some people gain and some lose, but what power can be strong enough to become the master of cause and effect?

Qin Li looked at his hand, Lu Lincheng and the Doomsday Sect were waiting for Lu Mingfei, the Black Swan Harbor was the starting point of everything, Lu Mingfei would definitely come to this road, where was his road?

Goodbye to that mysterious figure? Or a prophet?

…… Qin Li suddenly wanted to curse, how did he know how to enter that kind of space again.

It's like being in the middle of a game, and suddenly an ad is inserted on the way, telling another touching decryption story, and when you want to click in to see it, the ad disappears, showing you a 404.

Is it because of Lu Mingze's ability, or is it the fluctuation of the balance of life and death brought about by Kungunir?

That's right, balance! Qin Li's eyes lit up, the line of cause and effect is the same as life and death, it needs to be balanced, and when the balance fluctuates, there may be clues.

He decided that it would be better to be reckless for once.

I don't know how long the time has been outside...... Qin Li felt the residual mercury toxicity in his body flowing in his blood, and this time he was going to break through.

This time, he only turned on the dark light, walked towards Anton, who was on duty at night, quickly flashed into the door, and closed the door.

I'm going to try to blow this place flat this time!

He looked around, and several surveillance heads were aimed at Lu Mingze, so he won quickly.

He slowly let the scales stretch freely, piercing the clothes on his body, and the facial features on his face changed slightly, and he flew towards the center of the mercury pool with a jump.

"Poof!"

Qin Li fell down heavily and ate a mouthful of snow, and when he looked up, there was no mercury phalanx, no golden holy spear, and as far as the eye could see, there was only dazzling white between heaven and earth.

Is this true or false? He was a little weak-hearted, could it be that he had accidentally come out of the Nibelungen?

He reached out and touched himself, it wasn't such a way to come out, what about the blood that contained the "key" of the spirit of words...

But he couldn't lift his own hands.

What's going on? He always felt that something was holding him down, preventing him from moving.

"Do you need me to tell you that you've succeeded?"

The power of pressing on the hand slowly manifests itself in the white light.

Qin Li was not mistaken, the things on his body, which prevented him from acting, were a bunch of withered vines that spread staggeredly.

"It's because of you that you can come back here so roughly..."

"Me? What's wrong with me? With one blow, he asked Qin Li's doubts.

"You, you, were all ours"

There were many, ethereal voices, speaking from all directions, in the language of ancient dragons.