The wide wings shrouded it like a dark cloud, and the dragon's slender neck hung down, and its blue-black face was faintly mocking, and endless majesty.

Then, with its head raised, it roared, and the sound rolled in, and the snow suddenly fell in the valley, and everyone's vision was foggy.

In the midst of this snow, the lines of the "Ten Thousand Miles in the Sky" array were extraordinarily bright, and the magic brilliance was transmitted throughout, constructing a magnificent hall in the sky above. If Allegri had been conscious, he would have found that this was quite similar to the "Temple of the Sky" badge that Turanzer had taken out at that time.

Turanze, who was not far away, would rather he be unconscious now. When the source of magic in his body was sucked away by the dragon, the deep despair in his heart was like falling into an abyss.

He collapsed in the great array, staring blankly at the magic hall in the sky, those brilliant lines, those mysterious and complex structures, far above the clouds, so far away from him.

The giant dragon lying on the "Sky Palace" glanced at him one last time, and then kicked heavily on the main hall, jumped suddenly, and flew high.

Like a sharp cyan arrow, it soared into the sky, leaving a straight trace of qi behind it. At the same time, its long tail wrapped up the top of the "Sky Temple" and flew up the sky with the upper part of the large array, leaving only Turanze and Allegri lying in the dim base of the array.

As if echoing the holy city of Ranken, a pillar of light also appeared in the Herseus River Valley, running from the bottom to the top, through the heavens and the earth. But the pillar of light was turquoise. A slight luster, such as jadeite jade, is natural.

The crowd looked up. I saw that this pillar of light, straight up to 10,000 meters in the air, at the top of which sat the hall built by magic, this is the real "Sky Palace".

The dragon let go of its long tail and circled around the main hall. Runes emerged from the temple, seeping into its body, and then emerging from its scales. From start to finish, throughout.

After nine laps, the wind dragon finally stopped. It landed in front of the main hall, and the clouds surged around it. At this height, the people on the ground could no longer see the dragon's shape. Only a clear speck of light could be seen. But gradually. A huge and incomparable dragon appeared in the sky, unknown how many kilometers long.

It was a dragon, and it was a cloud, a cloud dragon that countless clouds gathered and condensed.

"This is the 'long sky'. Duke Van Schinkel sighed and looked up at the nine-ring circle. Only now is it revealed.

Roar!

The cloud dragon roared and flapped its wings and flew away. All the way to the south, in an instant.

A bluish-white streak appeared on the sky, dragged out by the wind dragon, starting in the valley of the Herseus River and ending at the capital of Buyada, the ancient city of Sophia at the foot of the mountain.

The wind is long, the clouds and dragons are soaring, from the cast iron mountains to the Aignes mountains, between the two mountains, a straight cloud bridge has been erected. It is like a painter, holding a huge pen like a rafter, on the canvas of the sky, swaying an elegant ink mark.

The wind mages are already known for their clarity and handsomeness, and even the Nine Rings Circle they created has a unique meaning of being out of the dust.

Royal Palace of Sofia, Corridor of the Wind Dome.

"It's time to go, Your Highness. The long-bearded old man in the cyan robe opened his eyes and said indifferently.

"Then let's go. "The bright and incomparable eldest princess of Buyada bowed her head gently.

The old man stepped forward, held her forearm, and the two of them walked against the wind until they were thousands of miles in the air and stepped on the cloud bridge.

They took a step forward, and in an instant, their figures disappeared completely. On Mount Aegnes behind the ancient city, the brown robed evil god "Mud" then withdrew his gaze and spit out a cloud of black smoke from his mouth.

It was as black as ink, erratic, but there was a slight sound in it, like a sharp blade unsheathed.

"I'm looking forward to it. He licked his lips, his tongue as thin as a lizard.

The evil god "Mud", who had always been soft and collapsed, finally straightened his back, and he stood on the top of the mountain, holding up the black smoke with both hands, and poured the power in his body into it.

The smoke dispersed, and suddenly disappeared, and a dark and heavy sickle, suspended above his head, trembled constantly, as if it wanted to fly away.

Thousands of miles away in the cast-iron mountains, Ventrov also held a scythe, but the color was pale, as if it was made of white bone, and the cold light on the blade flickered, still whistling.

The shape and appearance of these scythes can be seen at a glance, and they are the hands of the evil god "Death Knell". He also built a pair of black and white guns, which were given to Berkit and Jersey Val, respectively, in the same style.

"It's a stone's throw away. Looking at the pillar of light in front of him, Ventroff muttered softly. Above the sky, the two of them floated down, it was Fadreva the "Fury of the Wind" from the southern country, and Christina, the eldest princess of Buyada.

"Here we are, Your Highness. The black-bearded old man told in a deep voice. He was about fifty or sixty years old, with a black beard and black hair, a square face and thick eyebrows, and a temperament that was not angry and self-assured. But compared to the furious wind, he was more like a towering mountain, with a calm expression and a solemn bearing.

"So fast?" said Christina, opening her eyes and looking around curiously. With the help of the "Ten Thousand Miles in the Sky" array, they arrived at the Herseus River Valley in an instant.

Overlooking the covered mountains at her feet, Christina couldn't find the location of the valley for a while, and relied on Fadreva's guidance to barely spot the faint light.

"Your Highness, don't look down. The old magician reminded them, and the two began to fall rapidly. The bubble-shaped magic shield blocks out the strong wind like a knife, but the rapidly approaching ground still makes people feel dizzy.

Christina, however, stubbornly widened her eyes. The snow, the hillsides, the houses and the people, they all came to her face and soon took over every corner of her vision.

Then, with a light breeze, the two landed lightly and landed on the hillside. The beautiful girl in blue took a step forward and said respectfully, "Onessa, see Your Highness." ”

Christina patted her chest, pale face. The color of blood reappeared. The court etiquette that has been cultivated since birth made her step forward as soon as possible and helped the other party with a smile.

"Sister Onesa. I thought you would be so heroic, but I thought it was so beautiful, it was so cute. Christina took her hand, looking quite intimate.

I didn't expect her to be so enthusiastic, and Oneisha was a little overwhelmed, but quickly. The girl adapted to it, and replied politely and respectfully, introducing him to the current situation in the valley.

"Good. But we have to make sure that the path of the 'Lightwalker' is no longer repairable," Christina nodded. Asked with a side tilt. "Master, are you sure?"

"Once I have control of the Tower of the Wind, I will be able to destroy the entire cliff and bury the northern part of the valley. Fadreva glanced at him and replied firmly.

"How long is it going to take?" asked Christina again, not wanting to stay long in the heart of the enemy.

"Your Highness, let me ask Shinkel first. Fadreva retreated. He spun around. The wind is blowing under his feet and drifts down the mountain. The red-robed old man was strolling around the big array. When he saw him coming, he stopped and said with a smile, "You're finally here." ”

"It's not too late, is it?" Fadreva smiled and leaned over and asked, "Are you ready?"

"It's ready to be launched. From Duke Van Schinkel's sleeve flew a blood-red bat, petite and with bright eyes, rubbing affectionately in his palm.

"Let's get started. Fadreva nodded, his gaze pausing for a moment as he swept over Turanze on the ground next to him. But then, he moved away expressionlessly, as if completely forgetting that it was one of his favorite students.

"As you wish. The old duke clenched his palms suddenly, and scarlet blood spilled from his fingers with a creak. They stood in the snow, waiting patiently, for a second, for two, until half an hour later, a miserable white light rose up from the cliff in the north.

Ventrov held his hands up, and the power was transmitted, and the scythe of white bones continued to stretch in the air, and when it flew into the sky, the blade length had reached nearly 100 meters, and it was floating and hanging in the clouds and mist, ready to move.

And in the southern sky, a pitch-black scythe is also ready to strike. The wind dragon, which was lying on its stomach in the clouds exhausted at this time, roared in fright when it saw the scythe approaching, and hurriedly moved to the side.

"You are indeed evil gods. Seeing that there was no one left and right, Fadreva lowered his voice and sighed softly. As a great magician, and the true ruler of the "Ten Thousand Miles of Sky", he can naturally discover the evil aura contained in the scythe.

"At least we respect the contract," Van Schinkel said with a casual smile, bowing slightly and making an inviting gesture, "and then, it's your turn." ”

Without saying much, Fadreva walked straight into the circle and began to chant aloud. As early as twenty years ago, he was promoted to a high-ranking mage, and his mana operation was so proficient that it could be called perfect. Therefore, soon, the great array was urged again.

One south and one north, a giant scythe suspended in the air.

In the middle is a cloud that crosses the sky.

With the push of Fadreva, the long wind has been thousands of miles, and it has come and gone. A giant scythe tied to the clouds slashed through the air, cutting the sky and the clouds.

The black and white sword light intersected in the middle, bursting out with terrifying destructive power. And there, above Lancoln City, is the place of the collapsed clouds of heaven.

A scorching sun appeared in the sky, half as black as ink, half as pale as bones, and the ruins of the "Bright Heaven" turned into powder in an instant. And the giant scythe that became one did not stop, but continued to slash towards the sky, slashing into the upper layer of the kingdom of the gods.

An endless sea of stars that will never be visible to mortals, the "Ten Thousand Colored Stars" composed of the realm of the gods.

Without the master, there was no defense, and before the black and white sickle, the stars were shattered one after another. The huge amount of aura accumulated in it overflowed, blended into the sea water below, and then turned into a torrential rain, falling one after another.

With the "Fortress of Sorrow" as the center, the dead air pre-laid by the evil god "Death Knell" also quietly dissolved into it, making the originally crystal clear raindrops glow with a faint dark color.

The aura in the realm of the gods is not only ten times and a hundred times that of the human realm, and the surging aura even forms a turbulent tide in the air, rising and falling, surging endlessly.

And directly above the valley of the Herseus River, an invisible tower was also affected. It is like a small boat that strayed into the tide of the sea, and was thrown high and revealed to the world.

The "Tower of the Wind", one of the nine towers, is a floating island that never falls, and a supreme temple that contains the original power of the wind system.

As one of the means of self-preservation, its tower is permanently blessed with the highest-level "Stealth Technique", "Concealment Technique", and the "Source Force Barrier" that isolates any detection.

Even the wind mages of the "Sky Temple" couldn't find out where it was. It can only be deduced through the sporadic records in the secret canon, coupled with the distribution of the trade wind belt in the past few years, and then find out the general location of the "Tower of Winds".

But even so, they couldn't get their hands on the tower. In the final battle of the Magic Empire, the ruler of the "Tower of Wind" was killed by the air before an heir could be designated, and the "Tower of Wind" immediately disappeared into the void, and has not been seen since. Therefore, the mark of its control is still in the tower, and it is not scattered in the world.

Only a wind mage with profound mana can personally enter the tower to analyze its control seal, so as to gradually control this supreme tower. And in this process, the "Tower of Wind" must remain condensed, but if there is no "Ten Thousand Miles of Sky" array, who can make this magic tower, which is moving all the time, completely quiet?

Seeing the "Tower of the Wind" appear, Fadreva was ecstatic in his heart, he raised his hands high, and the magic hall in the clouds suddenly opened the dome, like a trap, firmly locking the "Tower of the Wind". Then, the old magician pulled back hard, and the cyan pillar of light that ran through the heavens and the earth, like a long rope, slowly dragged the "Tower of Wind" down.

The aura tide can only temporarily interfere with the operation of the "Tower of Wind", if it cannot be pulled out of orbit, it will continue to operate and escape again.

"It's successful......" Fadreva let out a long sigh of relief, and his face was full of mixed feelings. With the efforts of many generations, many attempts and sacrifices, the "Sky Palace" finally took control of the "Tower of Wind" again and found the road to heaven.

"As I said, we won't break our word. Duke Van Schinkel, beside him, whispered.

"I will do my best as I promised you. Fadreva nodded solemnly. What about making a deal with the gods, only then will they be able to reclaim the Tower of Wind and restore the former glory of the Magic Empire.

Hundreds of miles away, Vilano, who was trekking through the snow, also looked up at the sky. In his gaze, he couldn't tell whether it was yearning or jealousy.

... (To be continued......)

PS: (I'm just a pigeon man.) ）