Three hundred steps can walk towards the glorious and glorious coronation holy land, three hundred steps can also step into the abyss and the underworld to wander and wander without waking up, Li Laifu is behind the bloody black earth, and the white-haired man floats beside him like a ghost, not killing, but sheltering.

"Truth be told, I've had the privilege of listening to a black magister chanting incantations in the City of Chaos, obscure and complicated, but each syllable exudes a perfect rhythm, always stopping or continuing in just the right place. ”

White Feather is a name with oriental colors, there is a rumor in the Eternal Continent, in the Eternal Land distant and ancient Oriental region was born an incomparably terrifying supreme civilization, that time period is the most glorious moment of the Eternal Continent, the Ten Thousand Worlds come to the dynasty, the legendary ancient gods come frequently, and even some of the classics that are regarded as ** in the Age of Light have been recorded in the annals of history, and in the history of that civilization has evolved a supreme inheritance beyond magical wisdom.

It's a pity that the merits and demerits have dissipated with the wind, and a trace of melancholy flashed in Li Laifu's eyes.

"Which low-key mentor built your wizarding world framework?"

This sentence seemed to have been conceived after Bai Yu's careful consideration, the white robe was flawless, just like this man's bun, even his soft voice was a little excited.

"This is an unprecedented feat, such a clear simplification of obscure syllables with such power that, if I guess correctly, your mentor is most likely one of the forerunners of the sea of wisdom and ignorance. ”

There are also exiled mages in the City of Chaos, and Bai Yu has lived through the reign of the previous king, although in the wizarding world he can only be regarded as an ignorant person who rolls on the ground, but I have to admit that the wrath of a mage who truly swims in the sea of wisdom and ignorance will be extremely terrifying.

But neither the exiled mages nor the other wise ones chanted the incantations compared to the child in front of them.

There is no reason, but an intuition from the heart, and this unintelligent judgment is often the most correct.

"It's coming. ”

Compared to Bai Yu's blazing gaze, Li Laifu was used to treating him coldly, not to mention that he didn't have a so-called enlightenment mentor at all, and what accompanied him was just a magic book that even the legend in the Divine Apocalypse Tavern couldn't understand.

A blood-colored feather arrow suddenly appeared, piercing the void and smashing into Li Laifu's all-encompassing head like a falling meteor.

Bai Yu's face was disdainful, and of course it was more because his curiosity was interrupted and he became angry.

The ancient long sword took off his hand, as if it had grown wings and slashed across the sky, the white fighting spirit was incomparable, with the killing aura of the eastern battlefield, a sword stabbed the feather arrow in two, and then the residual power did not diminish, like a dragon breath spit out by a sacred dragon, rushing into the deep night sky.

Drops of blood fell, and the wails of death were not even heard.

Li Laifu was silent, he had forgotten that this was the first number of sinful people who died in order to protect the hope of the chaotic city, some strong and some weak, all of them died in order to take off their own heads, he was not a compassionate son of light, of course, he had nothing to do with the legendary son of darkness who loved killing and loving the law in chaos, and in the face of the corpse that died because of him, this child could only use the admonition of 'the murderer is always killed' to talk about his own amusement.

I don't kill heretics, but heretics die because of me, and the saddest end is that I am not even a clergyman bathed in the light.

Someone sighed.

"Whose territory used to be there. ”

The Land of the Lost is close to Li Laifu, as long as he steps into the land of the current king of the chaotic capital, this nobleman who knows the human character well believes that he will directly solve a large part of the trouble, at least he knows how terrifying a certain 'princess' is, and the exiles dare not attack him easily.

Moreover, you must know that the silver-robed old man with a black pipe alone can deter a 'primordial generation' with a few words, and make a heretical powerhouse who takes killing as the law of survival take the initiative to show favor, and this alone is not a small challenge even for a cardinal, the supreme spiritual leader who holds the Holy See of Light.

At this time, most people would like to cry bitterly and rush to that warm haven, but Li Laifu happened to be a guy with intermittent nervous failure in crisis.

He paused and held out a finger to a wooden house next to the Lost Lands.

The grass was green, quiet and desolate, and the dim kerosene light emanating from the Lost Lands inn seemed to be afraid to avoid the guy next to him, and it almost lost its luster around the cabin.

I don't seem to have seen it before, or I said that I didn't pay attention to the worthless existence.

Li Laifu was a little puzzled, in the chaotic capital, a small wooden house can be called a territory, and whether it is a human or some other strange thing living in it, it can be called a strong person.

Because the last thing that is lacking in the black land are those lonely souls and wild ghosts who have no fixed residence, Li Laifu still vaguely remembers the nightmarish scene he saw when the god of Visal controlled his body.

The entire chaotic capital is simply a ghost city surrounded by the weeping of the unjust dead, and even above the heavenly dome, there are often white phantoms of the undead flashing away.

Being able to get a cabin of your own in this environment is tantamount to obtaining a glorious 'King of Men' medal on the battlefield of the Northern Orcs.

Bai Yu looked at the finger stained with dirt and blood, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"No way, this was once a tomb!"

Grave?

This time it was Li Laifu's turn to be surprised, in his impression that there were no other buildings around the Lost Land, at first he thought that this was to set off the nobility and power of the Black King of the Chaos City, but until now, he felt faintly uneasy.

The magic scroll above the sky dome flickered, and the figure on the scroll twitched.

"The nobles who bring sin to the capital of chaos, damn it, damn it. ”

"Can you be reckless in the Lost Land, and you, the scum of the Loren family, have been in the chaotic capital again and again, and the kings you are attached to will die in the end, just as damned as this black-pupiled bastard. ”

The mutation was prominent, and suddenly several extremely powerful auras shrouded the land above the sky, Bai Yu's complexion changed drastically, and he grabbed Li Laifu's left hand and rushed towards the lost place at high speed.

"Here they are. ”

"Who?"

Li Laifu touched his head and asked helplessly, but another gust of wind blew his bun.

The speed was too fast, and he had almost seen a spark burning in front of the door of the Lost Lands at a distance of 100 meters.

It was an old pipe.

On the contrary, Bai Yu's face was gloomy, like a thick cloud hanging over it, as if a violent storm would fall at any time.

"The last king died, and if there was no Enchantress Queen, then a bastard would have been born among them who had attained the highest black glory. ”

"Oh. ”

Li Laifu nodded thoughtfully, Bai Yu was stunned, and he suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

"Why don't you take that anger out on the clergy. ”

The stunned face was all over Bai Yu's handsome face, and even the three exiles who had just descended from the darkness were stunned, almost making an embarrassing move due to the unstable center of gravity.

The child with black pupils, who did not know how to break free from the restraints of an exile with unfathomable strength, was already standing in place, the magic book in his hand blowing a few pages in the wind, and his black hair seemed to have not been taken care of for many years, hanging like a waterfall on the yellowed paper of the book, and the different colors intertwined into a strange pattern.

The holy light was shining, and Li Laifu's feet seemed to have become the last darkness in the chaotic capital.

Although the atmosphere is a little depressing, the pride of the strong will not change just because of a word.

An old man stepped forward, two crossed turquoise daggers carved on the wrought gold coat of arms on his chest.

He turned out to be an old killer, with the same words as his profession.

Short and concise, to the point.

"Because you're weaker. ”