Holm was a little embarrassed, but he honestly said, "It's a very fierce white stork." Winnie nodded in cooperation and added, "The red-necked white stork." ”

Dearlando had always felt that it was not strange that something was happening in the Dragon Realm, and he originally thought that it was the fragment of consciousness of the previous dragon that guided Holm and Winnie, but he didn't expect it to be a bird. "Are you sure it's a white stork? not a smaller dragon? maybe far away, so you don't see it clearly. ”

Holm looked up, looked into Dearlando's eyes and repeated, "It's the White Stork." Then his eyes were drawn to something behind Dearlando, and he pointed to the sky and said happily, "Look, this is it!"

Diarlando looked in the direction of Holm's finger, and sure enough, a large white stork was flying towards it. It has a red pointed beak and red long legs, and a ring of red feathers around its neck, like a necklace, and everything else is snow-white. The bird flew straight and landed right next to Dearlando, its wings nearly grabbing his head.

The white stork shook his head angrily, paced two steps gracefully on the mushroom next to him, and then tilted his head and looked Diarlando up and down: "It turns out that you are making trouble." ”

Deerlando said amusedly, "Do you know who I am? This is my spiritual shijie, what are you, and where did you come from?"

"I'm the guide here! I'm in charge of managing the evolution of this shijie, guiding the ignorant creatures, and directing everything to the right place. You say you're the master here, weishenme your shijie is stagnant and not growing at all?"

In general, it looked very majestic, and its voice sounded very authoritative, and if it weren't for the sense of disobedience brought by its serious bird's face, Dearlandor might have obediently listened to it.

When the white stork approached, Diarrando grabbed the big bird by the neck and dragged it close and asked, "How did you get in? What are we doing with the balls?"

The white stork pecked at Deirlando's head so fiercely that Diarlando had to pinch its neck and tear it away. Even so, the stork did not give up, and tried to stretch out its claws to kick the man who was rudely grasping him, and fanned Diarlando vigorously with his wings. Holm, who couldn't stand it, carefully grabbed the wings of the white stork, and then opened his mouth to relieve the siege: "Your Highness, you scared it!"

"This mad bird is hostile to me!I thought there was something wrong at first sight, how could my shijie have something to resist me!" Diarlando tilted his head to keep himself out of range of the white stork, explaining to Holm that he was going to make a move.

"First of all, this is not your shijie alone!you rude, arrogant human!" the white stork raised his voice, calling out in a high pitch that could barely be called a human voice anymore, "and you destroyed two important cultivation balls as soon as you came, two! they have just been put on track and will soon be released." ”

The high pitch made both Dearlando and Holm frown in agony, and Winnie simply found a gap formed by the mushroom rhizome and stuffed his head into it to avoid the shrill noise.

When it was finished, Dearrando turned his back and asked Holm, "What do you mean to be released?" and Holm pointed in the other direction of the island, which happened to be the part that Dearrando had not yet had a chance to see. Dragging the desperately struggling white stork, Diarrando climbed to a relatively high place on Mushroom Island, where he could see the other half of the sea, and a magnificent landscape appeared in front of him.

It was a continent, and unlike this one, it was directly exposed to the dragon's sea of consciousness, and the part that the eye could see was similar to the seaside in the south of Turanda, with iron-gray reefs like rows of pilgrims standing on the edge of the sea where the white waves crashed, and the cliffs were covered with lush vegetation. Several species of seabirds soar over the sea and swoop into the sea from time to time, seemingly hunting a variety of fish.

The undulating mountains stretch out into the distance like the back of a dragon, and Zuihou disappears in the blue air, leaving only a faint silhouette. Even if you look at it from this angle, the size of the island in front of you will not be less than tens of thousands of square feet.

"It turns out that those cultivation balls were used to build continents......"

The sound of "tuk" was accompanied by Dierlando's painful cry, one after the other.

Because the scenery in front of him was too unexpected, Diarrando, who was fascinated, relaxed the strength of his hand, and was finally attacked by the white stork. There was a hard pecking on the door of the head, and suddenly bright red blood flowed out.

"Your Highness!" Holm was startled and was about to help catch the white stork, but Diarlando gently let go of his hand, covered his head and took a step back to the white stork: "I'm sorry, it seems that I misunderstood you." ”

As soon as the white stork was freed, it flew away, and then rubbed the tip of its beak on the mushroom on the side in disgust, wiping the blood stains on its beak. It was so angry that all its hairs were pricked, and it didn't know what to say, and Dearrando seemed to hear some Elven words mixed in. Of course, as far as the understanding part is concerned, it's all swearing......

Diarlando wiped the blood from his head with his hands, but fortunately his head was hard enough and the wound was small, so the blood didn't flow much. When he listened to the white stork's smooth cursing, he suddenly heard some familiar tones, so he immediately stopped all his movements and listened attentively to another paragraph, Zuihou suddenly asked, "Do you know the dragon language?"

The white stork glanced at Diarlando with disdain, and then said in a disdainful tone, "Isn't this a matter of course? ”

"What? Riseth still has a spirit guide? weishenme hasn't been seen before, and no one has mentioned it to me!" Dearlandor asked, wondering, as he began to think about how the hell this thing in front of him came from. Could it be the remnants of the consciousness of the previous generation of dragons?

As if seeing through Dierlando's thoughts, the white stork waved his wings and continued to speak: "How do I know that you are so incompetent and can't reach the location of the fragment of consciousness for so long, Zuihou had to fly over like this." With that, the white stork's appearance blurred and turned into a scroll, exactly what Dearrando had seen in the sky before.

The scroll still taught Dirlando a lesson, criticizing him for his rudeness and obtuseness. Diarrando was blocked several times when he wanted to speak, but Zuihou finally grabbed ahead of the other party and spoke: "Can you turn back to the appearance of a bird?" Talking to the scrolls makes me wonder if I'm still mentally normal. ”

Holm immediately let out a sound of approval, it was not easy to accept that the lizard and the white stork were talking, and it was too unreal to look at the scrolls piled up in the silhouette of a bird.

The scrolls paused, and the two scrolls that made up the heads seemed to look down at themselves, and then changed into the appearance of white storks again. Before it could start scolding again, Diarlando immediately poured out what it was about to say: "Okay, I'll make a long story short. There is a very serious crisis right now, and I need your guidance. You can take a few more bites on my head after you're done, and I'll never fight back. ”

The White Stork stared at Diarlando for a second, then nodded for him to continue.

"Do you know how to deal with a loss of control? I've had three times today when I couldn't control my desires or emotions. I almost killed a friend, ate all the food for the villagers' celebration, and accidentally revealed my true thoughts. As he spoke, Diarlando counted with his fingers.

"And all this...... It started when I made Ryses eat a human soul. Dearlando avoided the gaze cast by Holm next to him, and looked at the white stork earnestly, he had been groping aimlessly, and now a guide finally appeared. God knows how much he wished someone would be able to explain everything to himself.

The White Stork walked a few steps back and forth on the mushroom, and then pointed his beak in the direction of Deirlando, "Do you think Ryses's will is about to exceed your own?"

Dearlando clapped his hands loudly and said approvingly, "Exactly! Is there any way to suppress its will?"

"No!" the stork's reply was quick and cold, leaving Deirlandor deflated at once. You must know that his original hope was to solve his confusion by finding the fragment of the consciousness of the previous generation of dragons, but now the fragment is in front of him, and the answer given is so desperate.

"Dragons' wills are inherently stronger than humans, no matter what kind of person you are, your talent is like that, and it is impossible to surpass the dragons in reverse. But ......," the white stork flew softly to Deirlando's side, and continued on the mushroom next to him, "...... But you can have a way to eliminate the effects of those desires~"

Diarlando turned his head to look at the white stork next to him, and asked happily, "How to eliminate it?"

The stork did not answer immediately, but walked over to a culture ball not far away, pried it up with its long, sharp beak, and then shook his head and motioned for Dierlando to come and hold it. Dearlando walked over and carefully picked up the orb. He looked down and saw that there was a landscape where the desert and the plains cut into each other, and thin rivers flowed from the plains into the desert, leaving behind intricate and delicate traces like tree canopies, and Zuihou was completely dried up in the golden hinterland.

"Follow me......" The white stork left this sentence and flapped its wings and flew away. Diarrando shouted from behind, "I don't have wings, how can I fly!"

"Can't you fly without wings?How did Rises fly??, did you really want to fly?" The white stork's taunt floated from afar, smashing into Deerlandor one by one, making him feel like he was staggered.

Since this is a spiritual shijie, weishenme himself must always limit his mind with the rules of reality? He began to imagine that he was lighter than the sand around him, weightless, as if he were air. Gradually, his feet left the ground and floated. Holm said happily, "Your Highness, you'll fly!"

Dearlando nodded happily, then aimed at the white stork's back, imagining that it was a bow and arrow that had been shot, and flew out with a bang. When he approached the white stork at high speed, he found that the speed seemed to be a little too fast, but unfortunately before he could shout "get out of the way", he collided with the white stork and smashed into the outer wall of the transparent spirit ball together.

The white stork was almost crushed by Deirlando, and its feathers flew everywhere. A man and a bird hung on the outer wall for a while, and then began to slide slowly. The cultivation ball held in Deirlando's hand was squeezed between his body and the invisible wall, and as Dearrando slid down, he smoothly passed through the invisible barrier and flew towards the boundless sea of consciousness.

It gradually stretched out in the sky, growing larger and farther away, and finally leaving only a vague shadow to land on the distant sea level. The sound of the two landmasses colliding could not be heard through the spiritual wall, but the huge waves that then became raging showed how powerful the impact was.