Fayle carefully pinched Ryseth's mouth and pulled it out of the star box, the young dragon hung limply in his hand as if it were dead, such a deep sleep was too unusual for a dragon, even a sweet dream tincture should not have such a big effect. So the biggest possibility is that something is wrong with Dierlando's mental shijie. It's a pity that Dierlando hasn't explained the situation of the battle yet, and he doesn't know what happened when he was behind.

Both Diarrando and Dino, who were asleep, groaned at the same time, and Fair turned his head to find that blood was coming out of their nostrils, but the child's blood was bright red, while Dirlandor's was silvery-white. Ryses twitched his paw unconsciously, seemingly uneasy. Frightened, Fayl immediately locked the young dragon back in the star box, and now no one who can contain the young dragon is awake, and no one can stop it in case the dragon riots.

In the Dragon Realm, which the mage could not reach, Deirlandor was caught in a huge storm, and the pouring rain directly penetrated his spiritual barrier and smashed onto the island. In the storm, the spirit ball floating on the surface of the sea was like a small boat, constantly being thrown up and smashed.

He suddenly returned to the realm of dragons, and a second ago he watched Fayl pounding the test tube, and as soon as his eyes broke, he fell into the darkness of his fingers. Dark clouds covered the sky, thunderbolts rolled in the clouds, and only when lightning poured out from the depths of the clouds did there be a light that shone out of the surrounding shijie.

Opening his mouth, it was a mouth full of rain, and Diarlando covered his mouth and nose with his hands, and called out loudly to Holm and Winnie, but unfortunately, in the huge sound of rain and wind, the shouting voice was swallowed up by the roar of heaven and earth as soon as it left his mouth. The headache was terrible, as if someone had put a scorching tongs into his head and stirred it, Diarlando covered his head, discerning the direction in the rainstorm, and struggled forward.

Another bolt of lightning slashed from the clouds directly to the surface of the sea, lighting up the sky. Dearlando finally saw the location of the mushroom mountain, and immediately let himself float and flew crookedly against the wind to the top of the mountain. Finally flew to the highest point on the island, and just a few pieces of electric light rolled through the clouds, illuminating the entire shijie in front of him. The outside of his spirit ball was full of monstrous waves, constantly smashing into the continent established by the white stork in the distance, and the fire and red lava were spreading over the continent, and it could be seen through the heavy rain curtain.

Vaguely, the continent was falling apart, as if something had knocked them apart from the bottom of the sea. Dearlando was going to fly to the border and get a closer look at the situation there, could this be the storm that destroyed his "shijie" mentioned in the diary of Lantis, the king of light?

The figure of Saxon suddenly appeared in front of Diarlando, and was suddenly blown crooked by the wind. Diarlando quickly reached out and grabbed the white stork's wings, dragging it underneath a large clump of mushroom umbrellas, between the stalks, there was a space the size of half a room, and he could take a little shelter from the wind and rain.

"What's going on here?" said Deirlando, almost roaring, to make sure his voice reached the ears of the stork.

"Your continent is developing too fast, and the root system has prematurely touched the subconscious boundary of the dragon!" the white stork's shrill voice was not very real to hear through the sound of wind and rain, and it was repeated twice before Dearlando understood. "Now it is the Sea of Consciousness's self-defense mechanism that has been activated, and it is clearing out everything it considers to be an intruder. ”

"Does the continent still have roots?" Dearlando asked in confusion. The white stork's whole body shrunk together, and its feathers were a mess due to the rain and wind, but it still reluctantly spoke: "Yes, the breadth of human spirit can never reach the realm of dragons, but the depth can be greatly developed." When your continent grows to a certain extent, it will gradually extend to the depths of the sea of consciousness. ”

Diarrando nodded, roughly understanding what the white stork meant, and then remembering Holm and Winnie, who were supposed to be here. As if knowing his question, Saxon immediately continued: "Those two souls, just now in order to stabilize this sphere, dived underwater, I can't go into the water, and I don't know what happened to them now. ”

"Is there any way to prevent this from happening again?" said Dearlando, looking worriedly at the dark sea. "Is there anything I can do now to stop this?"

Saxon shook his mouth, and the translucent inner eyelids quickly brushed his eyeballs: "This is a storm caused by the dragon's Liliang, if your Liliang can't be stronger than him, then you can only get its approval." ”

"Identity? How can I agree with Rises's souls that have merged to this extent?" asked Deirlando, angrily, waving his hand in the small space and smashing a thick mushroom stalk at once.

The white stork avoided him from a distance and made a shrug motion: "How do I know? Maybe you need to go to the subconscious boundary once in person and communicate with the guardian there face to face?"

"Okay, I'll go down and take a look now, you wait here for me, and if I can't solve the problem, at least get Holm and Winnie up!" Diarlando stood up, and before leaving, he paused and asked, "What is a Guardian?"

Saxon gently pecked the mushroom root next to him with his mouth, a bit like the subconscious behavior of tapping his fingers on the table when people are thinking, as if they are thinking about something. After a moment he gave the answer: "It is generally a monster formed according to the mind of the intruder, and what you are afraid of, it is what it is." ”

Dearlando was about to open his mouth to continue asking, when he suddenly felt a hot nose and a stream of blood gushed out. He reached out and wiped it, and blood suddenly stained his right hand. He wiped the nosebleed on the mushroom leaf next to him, and then pinched his nose, hoping to stop, but the nosebleed immediately flowed backwards into his mouth, and his mouth was full of fishy smell.

The white stork seemed a little worried, it stretched its head forward, and leaned its eyes to look at Deirlando's face and spoke: "Your spirit body has been greatly damaged, and I am worried about whether you can survive this storm." The dragon's subconscious still thinks that you are an intruder, and it will not stop until this space is completely destroyed. ”

"I'll go into the water and see if I can stop the storm. What happens if I get killed by this Guardian?" Diarrando spat out the nosebleed and looked up, hoping to slow the flow of blood.

“...... Probably in reality, you will never wake up again, right? The young dragon may die or go crazy because it has lost its main source of food. Seeing Diarrando's surprised expression, the white stork immediately asked, "You don't know that your spirit is Riceth's main food, do you?"

“...... I...... First time I heard about it. Diarrando was silent for a moment, felt that the nosebleed seemed to stop, and immediately walked out. "When I get back, tell me about it, I only knew that every time I used the dragon's magic, my spirit would be weakened, but I didn't expect Riceth to feed on my spirit. ”

The white stork curled up in the corner, watching Dierlando's figure disappear into the darkness, and whispered to himself: "Hehe, of course you don't know......"

"Could it be that I will tell you that it is precisely in order to make your spiritual energy deplete rapidly that I created these miniature shijie, and only then did I deliberately touch the boundary of the dragon's consciousness?" Zuihou's words came out of the mouth of Fei Karen who was sitting in the underground secret room dozens of miles away, and he had withdrawn his consciousness from the confused mind of Dearrando. As consciousness withdrew, he pulled his right hand from Heray's stomach, and he let out a slight sigh as he watched the blood-red color slowly disappear beneath his pale skin.

The reckless young man who didn't understand anything would soon be unconsciously attacked head-on by the dragon's defense mechanism. No matter how you look at it, he's pretty much dead.

Originally, Fikelen didn't want to kill Diarlando early, but because of Tata's unauthorized actions, he mistakenly used Sweet Dream Town to induce Diarrando to fall into a deep sleep. This sweet poison gas is not really poison, but amplifies the victim's own exhaustion, and the more tired the person, the more susceptible it is to be affected.

Although Diarrando himself could not be aware, but with the "help" of Ficceren, he had actually been in a state of extreme fatigue, not only physically, but also mentally. So when he encountered Tata's inducer, he was immediately tricked and fell into a deep sleep, and because of the influence of the soul contract, the young dragon also fell into a deep sleep.

Without the interference of the young dragons, Fei Karen showed his strength, driving Holm to speed up the construction of the miniature shijie, and finally succeeded in triggering the self-cleaning system of the dragon realm. I can't inflict all the punishments I had envisioned on that pesky Sunshine Kid, but it's nice to be able to get rid of the enemy sooner.

The silver hourglass on the black marble table had just shed less than a tenth of the sand to the bottom half, and this mental journey had only taken less than a minute in reality. The time of the spiritual shijie is almost eternal, so every time Fei Karen dives and exits, he has to put an hourglass to count the time, so as not to accidentally lose himself in reality.

The Blood Elf lowered the hourglass to stop the timer, then turned to look at the giant mirror, calling out to Tata. Dearlandor's mind can't go anymore, and that person should be useless, just let his men wait for the opportunity to get those two flesh back, even if it's done.

What appeared in the mirror was a muddy body of water, and aquatic plants fluttered around the sight, and all kinds of creatures that originally inhabited the aquatic plants were devoured without waste when Tata passed by.

Receiving the order summoned by his master, Tata, who was floating in the water unconsciously, suddenly woke up. Faekelen's voice sounded in her head: "The target has fallen into a coma, catch it as soon as possible and send it back." ”

Tata kicked hard in the mud at the bottom of the river to float himself to the surface, eating all the way, basically absorbing enough flesh to support the skin. The woman's capable and graceful body jumped out of the water, startling an old man fishing by the river, and sat on the ground.

The female killer smiled at the startled, speechless old man, and then threw out a sentry to clear the piece of food that was brought to his mouth. She realized that the only surviving Sentinel had also been magically dismembered, but it didn't matter, the dismemberment was not complete enough, and she could keep up.

The old man had an old and ugly mule tied to a tree by the river, and the old animal was instinctively frightened, and was anxiously trampling the ground.

Tata struck the reins with a wave of his hand, jumped on the mule's back, and whipped the old mule's ass with a fierce whip, sending the animal running as fast as he could.