Fenglan is determined to see more and move less in the static braking strategy, and the camera acts.

The disciples who can walk in front of the Supreme Elders and Elders of the Four Great Sects are a symbol of status and have a special significance.

Because of this, the high-level of the four major factions can't take care of the situation.

Since the accident of the disciple of the Yuan Shimen, two days have passed peacefully.

Early that morning, there was a rare blizzard in the sky, and there was not the slightest wind.

Neither the young man in Flame City nor the middle-aged man in the other world had ever seen such a big snow.

Fenglan thought of the snowy region in the north, and such blizzards should be common, so he didn't care.

"You should notify all Terrans immediately and get out of here. Otherwise, the Terrans will freeze to death. ”

Seeing Fenglan's leisurely demeanor, the six tails sighed softly and said.

"Oh?"

Fenglan cast a heartfelt gaze.

This thousand-year-old demon fox is much more reliable than the same kind of human race.

"It's called 'Dragon's Snow'.

It should be the old dragon who is about to die, and the energy waves that naturally emanate from his body. ”

"Is there really a dragon here?"

"Yes.

The dragon seal has powerful guards, and except for the first Heavenly Demon Emperor who has broken in once, no flesh and blood creature can break in.

Over time, it becomes a true and false legend. ”

Six Tails suddenly raised his head and looked ahead to the left.

Suddenly, a person slowly appeared in the blizzard, it was none other than the Heavenly Fu Elder who held the Heavenly Peak.

Elder Tianfu stood in the blizzard, the snowflakes constantly swirling, faintly forming a whirlpool centered on people.

"Disciple to meet the second uncle."

See you at the Stormy Walk.

Tianfu was expressionless, and said, "Senior nephew, you have to be careful." ”

After that, the snowflake vortex rolled inward and slowly dissipated.

Fenglan became a monk of Zhang'er - confused.

"Come to think of it, Uncle Shi is warning me to be polite to the people of the Yuan Shimen and the Heavenly Sword Sect."

Fenglan thought for a long time and said to the six tails.

"Of course, it's for you to watch out for me and Xiao Qi." The six tails slowly lowered their heads, "In this dragon snow, the demon clan will gradually stimulate bloodline mutations and burst out with supreme heavenly demon power. ”

"That's the power of the true gods."

"The Demon Clan, the true bloodline of the gods, the chosen son."

As the six tails spoke, the corners of the eyes of the two foxes began to hang, and their expressions were radiant, and blood clouds gradually appeared in the corners of their eyes.

Nanao's arms have a dark purple sheen.

"Alliance leader."

Suddenly, someone shouted.

Feng Lan shook his head slightly, as if he had woken up from his sleep, and naturally looked at the person who came.

Gourd Feng came with an old beggar.

"Alliance leader, the old man has a little ventilation and hydrophysiognomy.

Fifty miles away from the northwest, there is a double yang plateau, which is a rare place to condense the warmth of the earth.

Only by quickly evacuating everyone there can they survive the dragon's snow. ”

"Quasi-play!" Feng Lan said smoothly, "Gang Leader, immediately send an order down and allow everyone to do their own thing, but those who follow the migration must act according to orders." ”

Fenglan's gaze never left the old beggar.

The old beggar, too sloppy to see clearly, spoke in a voice full of anger, and the aftermath echoed.

The old beggar smiled embarrassedly and asked, "Alliance leader, do you know the old decay?" ”

"I wonder if the seniors know the old warrior monks in Flame City?"

"Huh......" The old beggar shrank his neck, took two steps back, and spread his hands, "The old man is from Middle-earth!" ”

"The old warrior monk disappeared mysteriously, and the weapons of the small temple were divided by a few of our children."

Fenglan took out the time and thought it was evidence.

"I remember that among the many stories that the old warrior monk told us, one was about an immortal beggar who knew yin and yang and divined the past, present and future."

Feng Lan said in a deep voice.

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know." The old beggar hurriedly shook his head.

"The younger generation is presumptuous."

Feng Lan smiled apologetically and waved his hand.

Gourd Feng and the old beggar left in a hurry.

"Where did the old warrior monk go before the Great Incident in Flame City?"

"Monk...... Beggar......? ”

Feng Lan pondered and meditated, and a painful memory of Flame City came to his heart.

* * *

The darkness of that night in the City of Flames was nothing like anything else.

The boxy foundry, like a sleeping beast, crouched in the north of the city.

Feng Lan stepped forward in a daze, his legs trembling so badly that he almost fell, his eyes full of sparks and lightning.

In a few moments, the sparks and lightning in front of me became more and more dense and more real.

"...... Chop"

A long howl came suddenly.

Feng Lan followed the sound and looked at it, and a white sword light of strange size and width appeared in the sky above Linglong Pavilion.

In the dark night, the white was exceptionally bright, tearing through the darkness and slashing towards the Linglong Pavilion.

Feng Lan's mind flashed with a steel voice, and suddenly roared, what he didn't care, what he didn't have time to think about, he savagely rushed in the direction of the white sword light, and the axe in his hand made a preparatory action to chop.

Under the white sword light, the Linglong Pavilion collapsed.

No one.

Looking at the situation, the sword owner left before he could cut his sword.

The white sword light was slowly swallowed by the darkness.

The swordsmith's workshop is dead silent.

"Feng Lan, do you still insist on the glory that belongs to the Supreme Divine Archmage?"

From the ruins came a weak voice, a familiar voice.

"Grandpa Long?" Feng Lan shouted, "Is that you, Grandpa Long?" ”

"It's me." The weak voice paused for a long time, "I still have a little time, you come over quickly." ”

Feng Lan walked near where the voice came, and looked around, but there were all stones, but no one was seen.

"That's all." A clearer weak voice came from the cracks in the stones under his feet, "Fenglan, do you still insist on the glory that belongs to the Supreme Divine Archmage?" ”

"My father was killed, my mother was forced to die, I was sold into the foundry, why do you still insist on it?"

"Have you ever wondered why your ancestors have been so committed to this glory?" The weak voice asked, "Fenglan, do you still insist on the glory that belongs to the Supreme Divine Archmage?" ”

"Don't insist." Feng Lan said coldly, "Never." ”

"This is a phrase that your father was asked repeatedly before he was killed. Before the sharp dagger pierced the back of your father's heart, your father was still determined to defend the glory of the Supreme Divine Archmage. ”

"Is it the castle lord's dagger?"

"Feng Lan, do you still insist on the glory that belongs to the Supreme Divine Archmage?"

"I want revenge."

"As long as you persevere, you will definitely get revenge." The weak voice tried to save as much strength as possible, "Fenglan, do you still insist on the glory that belongs to the Supreme Divine Archmage?"

Feng Lan sat down on the stone slab, his eyes were stunned, and he said in a deep voice: "My father insisted on death, if he really has the glory of an archmage, why was he killed?" ”

"To your father, defending the glory of the archmage is the most precious thing.

For the murderer, killing him and me is also the most important thing.

Think about what is the most precious and important thing to you. ”

"Revenge."

"Feng Lan, do you still insist on the glory that belongs to the Supreme Divine Archmage?"

"Stick to ......"

Feng Lan felt that his voice was visibly weaker, and he only asked this unclear question, but his answer was even weaker, so weak that only he could hear it.

"I'm dying. If you don't insist, I'd rather die with the secret of reshaping the glory of the Supreme Divine Archmage. ”

The wind touched the scene, and the proud look of his father when he talked about the glory of the archmage appeared in front of him, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.

"I swear to defend the glory of the Archmage with my blood.

Even if ten nails are worn out and ten fingers are broken, the glory of the archmage will be restored.

I will enshrine the spiritual tablets of my father and mother in the Hall of Glory of the Archmage, so that they can enjoy the offerings for generations to come. ”

"Very good, very good, very good, although this is the ancestral motto of the Feng family." The weak voice said, "Fenglan, remember what I said, and don't interrupt in the middle." ”

As if remembering something, Fenglan stood up, groped for a moment, found a slightly wider gap, reached in the handle of the axe, and pried it violently, lifting a large thick stone slab.

Underneath the slate was a small space, and the old man with silver hair curled up in a corner, making it seem that the small space with most of the remaining space was spacious.

The old man looked at the thin boy like a devil, and black mist kept appearing on his pupils, and the pupils against him were like burning incense.

"Grandpa Long, it's actually the abbot of the foundry, Master Xuanlong." Fenglan frowned and said.

He really didn't know that the silver-bearded and silver-haired Grandpa Long, who liked to tell stories in Flame Square, had this identity.

"Fenglan, do you remember the story I told about 'Tianhong'?" Slightly relieved, she asked with a smile.

"How did he die? Who is a traitor? Where did the treasure go? Fenglan nodded and said, "You didn't tell us." ”

"He was the last Archmage to hold the Archmage's scepter and find the Gate of the Holy Fire. In the Council of Archmages of his generation, the Archmages were completely divided, causing the Archmage's brilliance to disappear. ”

She exhaled a long breath, taking in less air and exhaling more air when she breathed.

It was as if his vitality was being drained away by a trace.

Feng Lan was just about to open his mouth to speak.

Jue Long quickly shook her head, her eyes trying to stop it.

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

"It's a secret I just discovered this morning. For me, it was too late. ”

"I thought people would do something to me, but I never wanted to tell you."

She laughed dryly.

"I lied to them. When two venomous snakes bite each other, you come. I think of the eyes in your father's eyes when he left you in trust to me before he died...... Ah......h

The sudden howl of the pig as she spoke was like the roar of a pig when the tip of an extremely sharp knife touched its heart.

"Grandpa Dragon......"

"Run...... Kill...... Monk...... Beggar......"

Xuan Long said five words intermittently.

His pair of black eyes quickly sunken inward, his skinny ten fingers continued to lengthen, his fast-growing nails curled in spiral lines, his back gradually bulged, his chest tore to both sides, and a human face was wildly twisted and terrifying.

Feng Lan was frightened awake and was about to run away, when he saw Jue Long make a familiar throat cutting motion.

This is one of her favorite movements to use when telling a story in the square.

Feng Lan finally understood that this poor old man, who was undergoing a terrible mutation, was strongly demanding that he be killed, and the sooner the better.

Fenglan's body trembled violently, and all kinds of indescribable horrors entangled him, leaving him in a nightmare that seemed like a dream.

Sometimes at a loss, sometimes very soberly and sure that we have to do it, but there is always a third mysterious force that stands in the way of everything.

It's like being chased in a dream, about to catch up, about to be killed, obviously running with all his might, in fact, his legs are stiff, still standing in place, his two hands are obviously waving hard, but the actual soft cotton is weak, and he doesn't obey the call at all.

Her mouth was torn into an irregular oval shape, and jagged silver teeth were rapidly growing, and the ten fingers of her hands had formed a spiral, and silver spikes had grown between the edges.

Suddenly, his misshapen hands slammed into his own chest, and the sound of gold and stone came from the torn chest.

This was the last shred of Xuan Long's sanity.

After Feng Lan was confirmed, the mechanical raised the small axe, and in a thought decided that Xuan Long was no longer human.

In an instant, a force that didn't seem to belong to Feng Lan himself poured into the blade of the axe, splitting the already mutated Xuanlong's head into two pieces.

There was no blood.

A black mist different from the darkness of the night floated from the two cranial cavities, entwining around the wind and waves.

When the black fog drifted away, the body of the monster that had completed the mutation turned into broken bones.

Between the broken bones, there was a gray cloth bag, and a palm-sized thing like a mirror was tied to the edge of the bag.