Feng Lan roared angrily and hurriedly turned around.

A snowflake fell on the door of his head, and the cold penetrated his body, and he couldn't move.

The oriental fish white in the depths of my mind faintly formed a layer of ice mist underneath.

Fenglan felt so tired, more and more tired.

The whole world is like an animal that slowly crawls forward, and walks on the fur of the animal.

I'm running out.

I'm about to suffocate.

Just close your eyes and never open them again.

I can't feel anything else, even myself.

Only the thermos cup clenched by both hands is real, floating with wisps of pale green mist.

Fenglan subconsciously held the thermos cup in his arms.

The thermos cup is getting colder and colder, and the cold casts the bone marrow.

"Ah~"

The wind roared and struggled.

"Wow~"

He snapped open his eyes and found himself clutching a small black axe in both hands, afraid of being snatched away.

Suddenly, the memory of another person flooded into his mind...... No, it's Fenglan's memory that forcibly merges into another Fenglan's memory.

He suddenly stood up, turned his head and ran back, tripped over the corpse at his feet, struggled to get up, walked back slowly, and then turned his head and ran again. In the struggle back and forth, the memories of the two storms gradually merged, and the people gradually calmed down.

The mentality of a programmer who has experienced being washed away by the winds and waves of bugs—apathy and lightheartedness—plays a strong role.

"Without a thermos cup and the mysterious wolfberry water, how can I go back?"

The facts are in front of us, and we can only deeply remember this life goal.

Then, face the situation correctly.

This fleshly Fenglan, only ten years old, has a beautiful peach face, standard dragon eyes, and is weak.

Three months ago, both parents died and he was sold into a foundry as a hard laborer.

Ten days ago, the city lord of Flame City led a very small number of elites to flee, and then Flame City was besieged by mutated monster beasts and birds.

Tianlan, a thin young man, actually used his ancestral double-edged axe to cut out a mountain of corpses and keep the foundry alone.

All this because he is dominated by hatred.

It was the Lord of Flame City who killed his father and forced his mother to death with evil ancient rules, and the bodies of his parents were dumped in mass graves.

Click~.

He suddenly angrily slashed the small axe in his hand and slashed into the head of the demon beast.

"You call me a coward? A false descendant of the Archmage? I want you to know what it means to be frightened, what is a river of blood, and what is a bloody debt and blood payment! ”

Fenglan is shouting with a bloody heart.

"Descendants of the Archmage?"

Feng Lan was stunned and carefully brushed through this memory.

City of Fire.

There used to be the largest two families with the surname Suo and the surname Feng, the surname Suo is a descendant of the Paladin, and the surname Feng is a descendant of the Holy Archmage.

To this day, there is one family left with the surname Suo and the surname Feng, and they have become the descendants of the paladin and the archmage who are ridiculed by the whole city.

Fenglan's father was killed by the city lord of Flame City precisely because of his identity as a descendant of the archmage.

An old man named Ying Long saved Fenglan's life.

The red snake skin, gray incense burner, and black double-edged axe are ancestral heirlooms that have been passed down from generation to generation by the Feng family, and they are the relics of the archmage who has been believed in for generations.

The black double-edged axe, every year that passes, is one point black, making the descendants of the Feng family forget that it was originally a golden axe.

The gray incense burner does not belong to this world.

"The sea of embers, outside the time, at the time of the full moon, the yin and yang are in chaos, and the moon is full."

It was the night of ten days ago, and the old man told Fenglan's archmage that it was a secret for her.

This old man, after the alienation and treachery, was killed by Fenglan.

Fenglan will remember the most important clues firmly, and don't think too much about vague things.

Now it's time to focus on how to survive.

"Xiaolan, when they abandoned the city, they took away all the seeds and food in the city, buried the conscience, and treated us like pigs and dogs."

The middle-aged man in a gray shirt, with a red face and a resolute face, carefully climbed the corpse mountain and spoke to Fenglan.

He didn't finish his sentence.

"Uncle So, let everyone divide it."

Feng Lan choked up, and the moment he sat on the lion's head, as if he had suddenly lost his strength to support him and fell, he hid his face and cried bitterly, constantly shouting "Daddy" and "Mother".

During the ten days of bitter fighting, the abandoned people crowded the foundry, feeding on carrion, and survived with great difficulty.

However, Fenglan did not save his parents.

He covered his eyes with tears and cried loudly.

The shrill roar of the beast and the chirping of the birds interrupted the cry of the storm.

The tide of demon beasts rose again, like a black cloud rising from the sky, sweeping the heavens and the earth, enveloping the sky.

The City of Fire, completely in its shadow.

Fenglan held an axe and looked at each other, silent as a mountain, like a lion looking at a flock of sheep.

The wind howled, blowing the bloody shuttle.

Don't be afraid.

Don't be sad.

Don't be painful.

Just take revenge.

Uh, then, go back.

The attack of the demon beast and bird of prey was like a tide, coming from all directions, quickly converging into an orderly attack formation, and rushing straight towards the Terran boy at the top of the corpse mountain.

It seems that Fenglan is a solid stone blocking the rolling torrent, and the torrent that does not know how to turn must be broken to relieve the hatred in his heart.

No matter what form the demon beast attacks, there is always one that rushes to the front of the storm.

Then, one by one, in a very orderly line, a small black axe nine inches and five minutes long was hacked to death.

Fenglan couldn't figure out what was going on, it had been the same for ten days.

The double-edged axe handed down by the ancestors of the Feng family, I don't know that it started from that generation of ancestors, and it was only used for chopping wood.

"Unless, the black axe is really a relic of the Divine Supreme Archmage, just like a demon beast and a bird of prey."

This is the only thing Fenglan can think of, and it is also the only one that can explain it.

It is very difficult to identify a small and ordinary axe that has undergone a mutation like a bloodline mutation.

The mountain of corpses continued to grow taller and thicker, and red, turquoise blood drifted.

The mysterious turquoise blood never coagulates, not only does it not attach to the corpse, but it oozes out of the corpse as much as possible.

The corpse of the beast, dried up in green blood, was still lifelike after only being drained of blood, and silver shoots in the shape of pyramids grew from the bones.

"A cone, a pyramid?"

Feng Lan was distracted, and a one-eyed vulture with blood-pupiled eyes came in an instant, and its jagged beak pecked at its head.

Instinctively, Fenglan raised his left hand to block, and his right hand mechanically slashed at the vulture's beak.

In an instant, the vulture's whole body trembled, and it suddenly stopped.

The black axe cuts off the beak and slashes at the head, killing the vulture.

This was the first time Feng Lan had clearly seen the true situation of the demon beast that had attacked the approach.

No wonder, they all looked like they were deliberately sticking out their heads for the small axes to chop.

There is no doubt that there is a force on or around Feng Lan that can inflict a fatal blow on the demon beast and bird of prey - whether it is a soul or something else, it is unknown.

At noon, the tide of monsters receded again.

Belch~.

Hiccup~.

Hiccup hiccup~.

Fenglan is crazy to burp, as if he has eaten too much.

This is also the first time it has appeared.

An oriental fish white gradually appeared in the depths of Fenglan's mind, and that layer of ice mist loomed.

Whenever I feel the existence of ice mist, the whole person is like falling into an ice cellar, which is cold and painful.

After the pain, it is like shedding a dead shell and rejuvenating.

"This, brought here?" Feng Lan was very surprised, and turned ecstatic, "Go back, there is great hope." ”

He revisited everything on his body:

The red snakeskin that he carried close to his body, the gray incense burner hanging from his waist, the black double-edged axe that he held tightly in his right hand, and a pin pinned to his waist.

Yu, nine inches and four minutes long, pale orange, nothing special.

Originally placed in the small grass temple in the north of the city, after the disappearance of the old warrior monk who guarded the temple three months ago, the seven weapons in the small grass temple were divided by seven teenagers.

Fenglan got the ugliest piece of the jade.

"Candle day?"

Yu Yu thought that the old warrior monk taught the seven young men in detail the "Candle Heaven" magic power - there are moves and formulas, but there are no magic tricks, six people get the same seven styles, and only one person gets the last two styles.

That man's name was Yun Lie, and he was the dragon-riding son-in-law of the city lord of Flame City.

"Mountains and rivers?"

Feng Lan squinted, recited an unknown text, had an epiphany, and said softly.

"In the last days of that life, the whispering voice that I heard repeatedly turned out to be something called 'Mountains and Rivers'?"

"Why?"

"The illusion that martial arts and fairy tales have seen too much?"

"In the depths of my mind, will there be a mountain and river underneath the Oriental fish white? What will mountains and rivers look like? ”

Fenglan fell into cranky thoughts and couldn't extricate himself.

See twilight again.

A tide of terrifying beasts rose like an evening tide and swept towards the Flame City.

Darkness crept out of it, like a vast pool of mud.

The scattered light hanging in the sky does not blink at all, as if it is constant.

They looked small, emitting a dull, icy flame.

A meteor slipped down, carving a brief but dazzling arc before disappearing into the muddy darkness.

The only light is the dark red and turquoise embers of fire.

Fenglan stands on the top of the corpse mountain.

One man, one axe, facing the darkness, facing the tide of fierce birds and beasts.

In the dark, around the small axe, a kind of "order" naturally formed.

Through the small axe, Fenglan will have more power.

Tonight, he decided to shield the haze of pain and hatred, and according to the Candle Heaven Divine Power taught by the old warrior monk, he killed the demon beast and fierce bird.

The bloody battle began.

Fenglan took a big step forward, and the small axe in his hand danced out of the "氵" shaped magic seal, meditating in his mind to draw the power of the tide, condensing in the small axe, and killing the enemy thousands of miles away.

This is the first of the nine candle days - "tide".

One after another, fierce beasts and birds of prey were killed.

From beginning to end, Feng Lan did not sense the existence of any "tidal" power.

Suddenly, the small axe danced out of a "氵" shaped magic seal, and the two blood bats that were attacked at the same time suddenly flew away in the moment of forming a sequence, and attacked Fenglan in parallel. Impartially, it happened to be swept into the "氵" shaped law seal, and the two blood bats became much smaller. The small axe swung diagonally, slashing off two blood-colored heads, and turquoise blood splattered out.

The sky is full of stars, dyed green.

Belch~.

Fenglan let out a loud burp and pursed his lips, with an unfinished aftertaste.

It's almost dawn, and when it's the darkest hour of heaven and earth, the tide of demon beasts is about to take the initiative to recede.

Fenglan chose to take the initiative and rushed towards the tide of beasts that were still queuing up to attack.

The beast tide seemed to be surrounded by a person, and the formation was in chaos, and they fled in panic.

Feng Lan chased after him, chasing into the Flame Mountain Range outside the Flame City, and suddenly jumped into the bottomless abyss.

He immediately turned around and ran back.

At dawn, I stood on the top of the corpse mountain again.

The brilliant morning glow condenses on the body, and then slowly sprinkles on the corpse mountain, illuminating the earth.

A warm current runs on its own in the center of the eyebrows, echoing the small axe.

Belch~.

There was another long, loud hiccup, echoing under the sky.

Fenglan stood quietly and silently recited the "Mountains and Rivers".

The sky is quiet, and the earth is empty.

Between heaven and earth, there is only one person and one axe.

The sky is white, leisurely emerging, the ice mist lingers, and the ice is biting.

A trace of warmth in the center of the eyebrows, choosing to fight, provoked the cold to continue to converge towards the center of the eyebrows, and attacked wildly.

was about to hold on for an hour, Feng Lan suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, his waist arched, and his eyes were about to burst out of his sockets.

After a long time, it gradually returned to its original state, and a faint frost aura appeared on his face, and then turned into water droplets.

The sound of heavy iron hooves came from the far north sky.

This is the sound of iron hooves that the people of Flame City are very familiar with - the sound of iron hooves of the armored mounts characteristic of the Golden Knight.

Fenglan clenched his axe excitedly and stared to the north.

A team of knights appeared in sight, as if tearing through the darkness, rushing out of the morning glow, swallowing thousands of miles like tigers.