The sacred mountain, standing between heaven and earth, is majestic and high, and there is no vitality among the mountain ranges.

When you search your stomach, you can't find the corresponding myths and legends.

Recalling the scene of the white paper man, it is like a dream and an illusion.

Feng Lan held a small broken boat burning with black fire, wandered under the dead tree, repeatedly compared, selected suitable branches, and brought it back to learn the carpenter's art and repair the boat.

An inconspicuous tree hole gradually became the center of his vision.

After observing the wind and waves, after thinking about it repeatedly, he put away the boat, dragged the ancient sword to the immortal, and walked into the tree hole.

The hollow is particularly dry, with thick roots and soft tendrils, like a deliberately made soft bed.

The strange warmth continues to invade the skin, obviously not the heat from the thick roots, but it is not known where it is coming from.

Fenglan couldn't help but look back at the way he came, and there was no change.

Is this sacred mountain the Temple of Heavenly Sleep that exists under the frozen snowy region?

Even if there are countless questions, like an endless web of confusion, shrouded, unable to see clearly, unable to touch.

Without hesitation, Feng Lan walked forward.

In the depths of the tree hole, a warm wind suddenly blew.

Feng Lan was stunned, and reached out to caress it, wanting to catch the fleeting breath.

The strange breath is like a snort from the nose, and it is like the wind blowing the 'hair' hair.

Fenglan's nerves gradually tensed.

On this mysterious sacred mountain, there is a catchable breath in the tree hole connected to the mysterious dead trees.

A hint of excitement flashed in Fenglan's eyes.

That is life's desire for vitality.

Fenglan focused on the thick roots in the tree hole, hoping to find some clues.

It seems that this is a blank consciousness with ideas, unrealistic.

The speed of the storm is getting faster and faster.

The crooked tree holes are becoming more and more empty, as if guiding the wind forward.

In a trance, the sky is high and the earth is wide, and the waves are in the sky.

Feng Lan was shocked, and quickly turned around, finding that he was still standing in the hollow of the tree, but he had reached another exit and could see the world.

He looked back into the distance, and the shore was strewn with tall bones, and his heart was suddenly turbulent and a little dizzy.

From a distance, it is hard to imagine what a burly beast such a tall and stout skeleton could be.

Feng Lan was timid.

It's just that the mysterious smell comes with the salty taste of the sea.

Fenglan's mind moved slightly, and he was sure that there was something in the terrifying skeleton calling him, and he flew over with Edgeworth.

The closer it gets, the larger the size of the skeleton becomes, and it is far harder than steel, even if it is not known how many years have passed, after the wind and rain, it has resolutely remained in place, without the slightest change.

I can't tell how the original owner died during his lifetime.

Was it a hand-bound slaughter?

Or is it a great battle that turns the world upside down?

What kind of power can achieve such a situation against the sky?

Feng Lan retracted his mind and gradually locked on the direction from which the breath came.

It was a huge intact head, like the head of a fish.

Fenglan Edgeworth flew around, and roughly judged that a fish-headed giant beast was lying on the shore basking in the sun, and died peacefully.

The moment the wind flew into the head of the fish, it seemed to rush into an unfathomable tunnel.

The dense tunnels inside the fish's head are like an ant's nest, and it is impossible to distinguish them at all.

Feng Lan clearly felt the aura coming from a tunnel, and struggled to overcome the lingering fear, and Edgeworth flew in.

Even if the wind and imagination are free, it is difficult to feel so realistically, and the space inside the fish's head is far from being comparable to the terrifying skeletons seen from the outside.

It seems that the space inside the fish's head is inversely proportional to the size of the skeleton.

The bones are not so big, and the space inside the fish's head is like the vast starry sky of the universe.

Feng Lan concentrated his spirit, and the mana was continuously injected into the body of the Seven Star Sword, and the green clouds shrouded the whole person.

A black-red ball of light slowly appeared in sight.

Feng Lan continued to approach, only to see that the black-red ball of light was entwined with black and red silk threads as thin as hair, imprisoned at the intersection of the ten tunnels.

Feng Lan finally determined that it was the colorful spar on his left arm, which was sensing with the black and red ball of light.

This shocked the wind and waves.

Unexpectedly, the mysterious mountain that I didn't know how to come to was completely real, without the slightest illusion.

Does it mean that the time travel I am experiencing has changed from the illusory to the real four years ago?

If so, what is the driving force behind the move from virtual to real?

Feng Lan quickly flashed through countless thoughts.

He thought of the big black snake and the old black dragon that had gone in the big battle, and the celestial dragon that was gradually dying out in the dragon's lair.

There is no doubt that this fish-headed troll has some kind of close relationship with the dragons.

After thinking about it for a long time, Fenglan dug out the colorful spar and held it in the palm of his left hand.

Suddenly, that mysterious black silk and red silk gave up the black and red light balls and rushed towards the wind.

At this time, Dongfang Yubai, who was in the depths of Fenglan's mind, appeared, quickly disintegrating the power of the surrounding seals, and directly devouring the black and red silks.

The black-red ball of light floated leisurely and landed in the palm of his left hand, fusing little by little to envelop the colorful spar.

The red half is more and more ruddy, with a layer of water vapor.

The black half, the black translucent, faintly has the meaning of Mars.

Slowly, successive images flashed through my mind.

A handsome young man, dressed in black dragon armor and whipping his horse, charged at the forefront of the knight legion.

A young man with a giant sword in his hand staggered through the thick ice and snow, walking along the upward winding path of sheep's intestines.

A middle-aged man in red was lying leisurely in a rocking chair, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a weird smile.

A fish head embedded in a wooden stake is slowly opening its eyes and smiling at Fenglan.

"My first mate, you're finally here."

"Ahh

Fenglan screamed and couldn't help but retreat, only to be sweating profusely for a moment, and his body was extremely tired.

He couldn't hold on any longer, and picked a clean one, and Edgeworth fell, thinking back to the scene just now.

"I saw the captain?"

The scene just now is too lifelike and completely real.

Fenglan shook his head vigorously, unable to believe that the fish head embedded in the wooden stake actually made the captain's voice.

yes, it's time for me to go back.

Over there, I was going to start the treacherous ship and sail into the sea of embers.

Now, where am I?

Fenglan's eyes were full of confusion.

After a long time, his spirit improved, and he sewed the red and black light ball that had wrapped the colorful spar back into the muscles of his left arm, and pressed it against the bone.

Feng Lan's spirit gradually increased, and he regained his sword and came to the position where the red and black light ball stayed.

On the entrance steps of one of the tunnels, there is a thin booklet.

Feng Lan picked it up and looked at it, and said softly: "Yin and Yang Mantra, Yang Mantra, Da Ming Mantra." ”

It turned out that this booklet was the "Great Ming Mantra" of the "Yang Mantra".

However, why is this spell sealed in this mysterious lichen?

Feng Lan found that the bone where he magnified the spell was relatively soft, so he carefully picked and dug with both hands, and a viscous gas flowed between his fingers, like a layer of dirty oil.

As soon as you let go of your hands, the oily viscous gaseous state will disappear.

After identifying this mysterious phenomenon, Fenglan concentrated on digging.

A soft cyan glow began to flow between his fingers.

When the original oily gaseous state was completely replaced by the cyan brilliance that followed, the hands dug out a silky thing instead of soft bones.

Fenglan finally grabbed a corner and slowly 'pulled' it out, which turned out to be a silk soft armor that emitted green light.

Fenglan didn't move, but he saw the silk soft armor in his hand, which was put on his body by himself, and then slowly disappeared.

Fenglan waited for a short time, saw that there was nothing unusual, and after a little search, he returned along the way he came.

The huge skeleton collapsed and turned into bone meal.

At this moment, monstrous waves swept in and engulfed the shore.

When the waves receded, the shore was so clean that it was as if nothing had ever existed.

Fenglan looked at the sea in the distance, but saw a black spot in the corner of the sea and sky.

"Boat?"

Feng Lan was pleasantly surprised, and couldn't help but take out the small broken boat burning black fire, and beckoned to the black spot.

Suddenly, the void around him twisted, leading him into the void vortex.

After a long period of darkness, he stood on the edge of the dragon's lair again.

The body of the dragon in the dragon's lair has shrunk like a large worm.

"My mission has been accomplished.

Your mission has just begun.

Take care, my friend. ”

The old, dying voice said.

"Senior Old Dragon, who is that blank paper man?"

"Death Elf ......"

The old voice finally disappeared completely.

The dragon's nest began to become illusory, small, and disappeared in front of Fenglan little by little.

"It's over." Long Wumian was retracting his two heads and four arms, and he smiled, "You are much stronger than we thought." ”

Jia Yucong pouted and said, "Did you fight with the white paper man?" If you have the ability, you should kill him. ”

Feng Lan was particularly shocked and didn't speak for a long time.

No matter how he couldn't figure it out, what he encountered in a dream, these two people actually knew.

The three of them walked back to the inner sanctum.

"Starting today, the new Council of Archmages will be made up of the three of us." Jia Yucong looked at Feng Lan, handed a seal to Feng Lan, and said, "You are still the palm print mage of the Archmage Council, and your archmage name is 'Tianlan'. ”

Jia Yucong continued: "I am in charge of the key. Sleepless Palm Charm. ”

Fenglan took over the octagonal artifact, the surface seems to be gold-plated, and the material is by no means gold, stone, copper and iron, which is difficult to identify.

When you change one direction, it looks like black steel, and when you change it another angle, it looks like a red-hot chemical.

Jia Yucong said earnestly: "A true archmage must master arcane energy. The retro road we chose to find our ancestors was very difficult. ”

Fenglan put away the octagonal artifact called the seal and looked at the temple.

"Yes, you can find anomalies in the temple." Jia Yucong said, "For more than 10,000 years, the reason why the human race has not been able to find the Temple of Heavenly Sleep, and there are legends such as the Rouge Palace, is because the temple has always moved. From now on, as long as the three of us join forces, we can find the location of the temple at any time. ”

"How to make our parliament strong will be the most sacred and noble mission that we and our descendants will shoulder."