The following afternoon, Qi Lang finally returned to the barracks with Gulf and his little crow lover. This was already the last half day of the three-day holiday of the Holy King Sacrifice, Qi Lang felt that he couldn't delay it any longer, he had to try Lao Zhan's method to see if the spirit stone ore in his hand that he had obtained after going through many difficulties and dangers could make him advance to become a beginner warrior.

And Gulf, after returning to the town, has been in an unprecedented state of panic. He carefully avoided the crowds, lest his slick ass be too conspicuous. I don't know what method he used, but he managed to convince Shukin to stop screaming. He was at the first time to go back to old Harry's cabin, and before he could explain it to his father, he hastily changed into a pair of trousers, and, as had been agreed, ran out of breath to the river Edrain.

Qi Lang was already waiting there, and in his hands, he firmly held the piece of spiritual power ore. Inside the crystal round stone, a cloud of mist swirled rapidly, and the speckled brilliance made people feel dizzy.

"Have you figured it out?" Gulf's nervousness returned. In fact, he has always been very firm in his opinion on this crazy move, "It's too late for you to give up now." I promise not to mention it to anyone and ......"

Before Gulf could speak, Qi Lang had already interrupted him first: "I'm pretty sure, Gurf. Don't try to persuade me anymore, I know what I'm doing, and I believe I can do it!"

Gulf swallowed and trembled as he pulled out a pre-prepared rope from behind him. "So," he said, "do you mind if I tie you to the big willow tree?"

Qi Lang stood there helplessly, really wanting to take out Gulf's usual swear words and scold him: "What the hell are you doing again?"

Gulf's face had turned a little pale: "Brother, I don't mean anything else...... You know, so if something happens to you, at least you don't hurt yourself. He took another deep and nervous breath and added, "Of course it won't hurt me." ”

Qi Lang was so angry that he walked to Gulf's side in a few steps, snatched the bow and arrow he was carrying, and put it in front of his nose: "Take your arrow! If there is any accident, you can give it to me, right here in my heart!"

Gulf awkwardly took back the bow and arrows, but put them aside: "Don't be kidding. Isn't it embarrassing for me that my arrows have not been stained with the blood of the enemy, but you want me to give you an arrow first?"

Qi Lang patted Gurff's shoulder patiently, and said in a tone as smooth as possible: "Gurf, you must believe that I will be fine! Lao Zhan said that as long as his heart is strong enough, he will definitely be able to hold on." I have this faith, please have this faith in me too, okay?"

Gulf couldn't say anything else, although he felt as if his legs were about to start shaking again, he still stood bravely by Qi Lang's side like a warrior: "If you can't stand it, just tell me, and I'll get Maggie as fast as I can." ”

Qi Lang began. The primary-level spiritual power ore quickly glowed in his hand, and the dazzling white light jumped, and the mirror-like ice surface of the Etsui River spread the light around, and the entire forest flashed one after another, as if it was just under the shade of the tree, and there was another sun hiding from it.

And at this moment, Qi Lang has long been unable to see everything in front of him. It was as if he had arrived in another world entirely, and his soul had been taken away from the Etrian River when the mad energy broke through the once impenetrable barrier in his mind like a rushing river.

The scene that appeared in front of me seemed to be Snow Wolf Canyon, but it didn't seem to be.

The fog floated in the air around him, and he could only see a radius of more than ten meters. There was always a ticking, ticking sound in my ears, like droplets of water dripping down from a cliff and smashing on the rocks one by one, ticking, ticking......

The mist became thicker, layer by layer, and the milky white mist also changed color at this moment, and began to turn red, red as blood!

Qi Lang, who was still standing by the river, didn't move, no one knew, in fact, in his mind, there had been an unprecedented hallucination.

He saw that the red mist had condensed together and turned into a wide river of blood, and he himself seemed to have been submerged in that river of blood!

A majestic voice pierced through the river of blood and really penetrated into his ears: "Let the women and children abandon their homeland, I will die in humiliation! Let the warriors throw down their swords, I will die in humiliation! Let the fire burn out the majestic palace, I will die in humiliation!!"

The roar of tens of thousands of people rang out at once, and the cold light of the sword soared into the sky! The battle flag was waving, and the samurai were charging! The long river of red was the color of blood and fire entangled with each other; the sound of explosion was the sound of steel and sword shattering the bones of the enemy!

Qi Lang seemed to be about to explode, and his thin body seemed to be unable to withstand such a huge impact - he was about to explode!

However, the chaotic loud noise faded away, and the river of blood in front of him slowly faded in color......

It was quiet again, except for the sound of water droplets hitting the rocks, ticking, ticking......

The white fog in front of me also faded, as if a breeze was blowing, sweeping away all obstacles that blocked the way.

Qi Lang saw a snow-white figure, tall and strong, stepping on the gravel on the ground, and walked up gently.

It's him, the snow wolf!

Qi Lang clearly remembered his appearance: white and flawless hair, two pointed ears, a pair of pale blue eyes, a dark brown nose, and two fangs protruding from the corners of his mouth.

"Congratulations, my friend. He spoke.

The voice he made was exactly what Qi Lang had been thinking about for a long time, but he had never been able to determine. It was he who sent out a blood prompt in the ring, helping Qi Lang defeat Ouwu's powerful opponent, and it was he who issued a fateful assertion when Qi Lang tried to advance with ten primary spirit stones.

"Sure enough, it's you, my friend!" replied Qi Lang softly.

"I'm not mistaken," he laughed, his voice still so calm, like a middle-aged man who hides his emotions because of his sophistication, "you are the destination I am looking for." ”

"I've always suspected that you are indeed the leader of the Igru-Snow Wolf Canyon!" Qi Lang's eyes showed a hint of hatred. His emotions have always been complicated for this friend who is hiding in the shadows - he should have saved his life, in the Snow Wolf Canyon, he must have dispersed the attack of the wolves, but he is like a conspirator with ulterior motives, always hiding behind the scenes, never revealing his true purpose.

Igro smiled even more satisfied: "It's me, that's right. But that's also yourself. You will find that we are very similar - suffering in this world, tasting cold eyes in the population...... However, we know that we are strong and we should not be abandoned, because sooner or later we will become the kings of this world!"

Igru made his assertion again, but it was an assertion that Qi Lang was eager to refute, he shook his head and replied, "I don't have that much ambition, I just want to be a warrior, a real warrior." ”

"No, you're wrong. Igru shook his head, "You've never had the courage to ask into the depths of your soul. There's you there, and there's me!"

Strange things happen. As Iglu said this, Qi Lang felt his soul throb as well.

"We live together, your fate is my fate, but I want my fate to be yours!" Iglu's wolf eyes flashed with a crazy light, and in that dazzling blue light, Qi Lang seemed to see something!

It was a blood-colored world hidden behind a blue light.

Qi Lang saw it, it was a pack of vicious wolves, as if they were going crazy, chasing after them. And he himself was running as hard as he could, as if to run away from it all.

At the moment when his strength was about to be exhausted, the scene in front of him seemed to change again.

It was probably a village, or the intersection of a town. He saw a ragged woman fall to the side, struggling and sobbing feebly. She was a white woman, her long, pale gray hair as if it had just been scrawled by a mischievous barber, and her ankle-low dress had been torn to shreds, forcing her bloodied arms to cover her plump body.

In the disgusted gaze of countless people, she cried helplessly. But that wasn't enough to change the punishment that fate had given her, and spear by spear pierced her body mercilessly!

"No!" Qi Lang shouted, but he found that he couldn't make a sound at all.

Anger and shock made Qi Lang tremble uncontrollably, he felt that he was about to be driven crazy by everything in front of him, and he didn't even have time to ask himself: who was that woman, and why did this tragedy about her have such a big impact on him?!

The tragic scene was gone, and it was erased from sight without a word, as if there had never been such an innocent woman in this world, and there had never been such a disgraceful massacre.

The scene in front of him was slowly calming down, but Qi Lang was already going crazy. The seeds of anger seemed to have suddenly taken root in his brain. The anger he had never experienced before had filled his chest, and the hatred of his homeland and the injustices of this world were about to drive him crazy!

He felt like he wanted to kill! He wanted everyone to moan and sobble at his feet!

He swung his sword!

It's a sword that has no friends!

With this giant sword, he is going to split this world that will never see the light and the love that will never see it!