The sky is blue and full of white clouds.

Allegri, who was lying on his back on a white slate, woke up from his daze again, and was still greeted by this familiar and monotonous scene.

His arms were tingling slightly, as if a long time had passed, but Allegri wasn't sure, because there was no reference in the space that would prove to him that time was passing.

The white clouds in the sky floated from right to left, and from left to right, again and again like a pendulum in the air, swinging back and forth as if struggling in an endless cycle.

Besides, there doesn't seem to be a sunrise or sunset in this space—

Sunrise and sunset?

Allegri got up from the ground and looked for a long time with his face up.

Yes, what about the sun?

Seeing that his neck was sore, he did not find any trace of the familiar sun in the clear blue sky. The tide of holy light that permeated his body made the sky and the earth clear, and even made him ignore this obvious point all the time.

Where the hell did the sun go?

He thought for a moment, rubbed his sore neck, and finally leaned back again, if he wanted to carefully observe the specific situation in the sky, it was better to choose this position.

He lay down on the dry but warm stone slab, looked left and right, and looked again, and finally confirmed that there was indeed no sun in this place.

He frowned slightly, and began to scrutinize the sky.

There was no way to do it, because he had already checked everything else he could touch.

When he was restless, he even tried to pry up a piece of the stone slabs under his feet to see the scene underneath, but the person who paved these stone slabs was definitely a master craftsman, and the reality of the tight fit made him have to give up in a huff.

There was no possibility of exploring underground, and as far as the eye could see, he was still in the center after walking for a long time. These are any places where there is a glimmer of possibility. I've tried it all over again.

Therefore, the only place that needs to be carefully observed is this sky.

It was as blue as a promise, clear and clear, it was really a piece of sky, but I still didn't find the slightest abnormality.

His gaze. began to gradually condense on the white clouds.

He had already discovered that the clouds were flaming flames.

Ball after clump, pure white flame, it looked exactly like the supreme flame of light in the square of the Cathedral of Cotia.

Allegri nodded secretly, and after some elimination, these burning pure white fire clouds should be the strange place of this space.

This is where his last hope lies, otherwise......

Otherwise, it's likely that you'll actually be locked up here. Until the heavens are old.

After some serious consideration, Allegri decided to first see what would happen when the two clouds collided, which was the easiest thing he could think of.

Soon, he chose a graceful, handsome and dashing fire cloud.

After all, being handsome is more likely to have sexual encounters.

Lie on your back on the ground. Allegri began to watch this lingering love drama.

However, this plot seems to be advancing a little slowly.

When I usually lie down to recuperate. He always thought that the clouds were moving too fast, which always made him a little dizzy.

But now, he began to think that they were floating too slowly, so that his eyes were a little sour as he had been staring.

Don't be slow, handsome. Hurry, hurry.

If this continues, the cabbage will be arched by the pig, and Allegri stared at him, with a look of hatred that iron is not steel.

Finally. The handsome cloud was on the move.

Above the sky, dozens of clouds were very likely to encounter, and he soon met another companion who didn't know whether it was male or female.

Bump, bump.

Allegri began to work on it secretly, and the image of the burning passion of the imagination made him almost unable to hold on.

But it backfired.

The two finally flew apart, and Allegri realized that the two fire clouds were not on the same level at all.

"Sad, sad," Allegri muttered to himself, his face full of sympathy, "Pingshui meets, but they pass each other away, and you two have no fate at all." ”

Not only slow, but also decaying, really unproductive.

With a scolding voice, Allegri resolutely gave up this guy who was destined to be lonely for a lifetime, turned his gaze back, and no longer stuck to this unlucky protagonist of the sky drama.

After all, no matter the protagonist or supporting role, as long as he can bump into it, he is a good actor.

Xu is sincerity finally saw the effect, and the two fire clouds in the corner, under the urging of his heart, finally slowly touched together.

Come, unleash the flames in your hearts.

Allegri was so excited that he almost rushed up to push it.

But in his gradually shocked gaze, a cruel question finally emerged in the bloody reality.

What happens when they abandon their white cloud appearance, a flame meets another flame?

They fused together and became a mass of flame that lingered to the ends of the earth, never to be separated.

Allegri almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and then pressed it hard.

The extremely rational thinking in the chaos of the storm, the calm of Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, this is the capital of the old man who has been standing tall for many years.

He comforted himself and began to think about the next question.

If they slowly merge with each other like this, then there should only be a giant cloud in the sky, but now? I am afraid there are no less than dozens.

He did a full set of eye exercises, and then began to stare at the largest cloud in the sky without blinking.

It must have been a long, long time, at least that's how Allegri felt.

After countless writhing, trembling, and drifting, the muffled cloud finally had further substantive action.

He quickly widened his eyes, and saw that the cloud was constantly elongated, elongated, and elongated.

Then, it split into two.

I'll rub your head.

Allegri stood up with a carp. The forked waist halberd finger scolded loudly.

Feelings, you will be together for a long time, and you will be divided for a long time?

Somehow got Lao Tzu in, so I can give a hint? What can I do if I don't have a hint for this task?

But the space was too great for even an echo, and Allegri finally stopped boringly.

He sat down in a daze, and after a long time suddenly began to whisper to himself,

Inexplicably got Lao Tzu in?

Get in?

That's right. How did I get in?

******

The chants began to become staccato and the snowflakes thinned out, but they showed no signs of stopping.

In the middle of the square, the Holy Maiden of Cothia was as pale as paper and extremely weak. She was already unable to support her body and sat down on the ground, but she still resolutely straightened her upper body and kept chanting softly.

Silves' gaze swept over him, and he found this girl whom he had often ignored in the past. There is such a thrilling beauty.

Her long blonde hair had turned gray and gray, and there were even traces of blood at the corners of her mouth, but the poignancy was even more intense.

It was the fiery ember of the end of life, and it was the flame that burned with all its might, and the glory of a lifetime bloomed in a breath.

Silves couldn't help but sigh quietly.

But at this moment, a turquoise lightning suddenly flashed out of the corner of his eye.

Illo held a bone bow and stood solemnly on the stone platform, maintaining the posture of shooting.

This bone bow handed down from antiquity. It has a terrifying trait that can devour the souls it kills and store the dying resentment. And this is also the real origin of its name "soul hunting".

These soul grievances will be transformed into an extremely gloomy force. Moreover, this amount of power can be released again, and even if the arrows with this amount of force only cause minor abrasions, they can burst out with a rich amount of negative energy, instantly attaching several extremely terrifying curses to the target.

This faint murderous aura. Swiftly struck, and that strong premonition made Silves's heart froze.

He turned around and stretched out his arms, and the flash of the knife had forced a space to move. It's best not to defy this unknown attack, because you don't know what it brings. He flickered. Just as he was about to avoid it, a fence of holy light appeared out of thin air around his body, faintly enclosing the shape of a cage.

Silves raised his arms, and his powerful force burst out in an instant, instantly breaking the shackles of these holy lights and shattering them into countless points of light.

In the distance, Innedir lowered his hand weakly and took a few sharp breaths. The divine power that he had barely recovered during this period of time had barely released the prototype of this "cage of light", although it was defeated in an instant-

However, just for a few breaths, the Qingbi arrow has approached to the distance that can not be flashed.

In a moment's time, Silves still twisted his waist with an astonishing reaction, and the Mithril arrow flew diagonally across his ribs, bringing up a bead of blood.

Such a subtle injury was insignificant to Silves, and his muscles were squirming, just a few breaths, and the small wound had closed and was no longer oozing blood.

However, his complexion showed a slight pale.

The guards re-encircled and attacked, but Silves's counterattack became a little sluggish, and his figure flickered, and he also looked muddy.

Cursed by weakness?

Silves was shocked in his heart, this is a negative reduction spell that only necromancers can unleash, and it is the most disgusting existence for warriors. But who was secretly framing him? Could it be the Speaker of the White Bones? But the feather of light was still flying, and it was impossible for him to come to the Cathedral of Cotia.

So, it should be the blue arrow just now?

His eyes flickered, and he looked at the bone bow in Illo's hand in the distance, and his eyes gradually became abrupt.

Is it the "Soul Hunter" bone bow?

He subconsciously glanced at the demon hunting blades in his hand, and the spirit and spirit of his whole body were condensed, calming down and concentrating on the battle. Under such a powerful curse, he was able to withstand the siege of the guards around him. But the sneak attack of the half-elf ranger in the distance was even more terrifying, and he had to be on guard with all his might lest he capsize in the gutter.

Illo, however, pouted and ignored Silves. Now that the two sides of the war are evenly matched, then he will no longer be stupid to help the Holy See, you dog eat dog, then I will add fire.

The bone bow in his hand quietly turned in a different direction.

Direction of Innerdir. (To be continued......)

PS: (double change)