The dark light of the night pierced the barrier of dawn and hung someone's tears coldly in the sky, the nightingale flying behind the twilight flapped its little wings and leaned on whose shoulders, the afterglow of the dawn was shattered into delusion by whose nightmare before it could fully burn into a warm tide, and the defeated butterfly slipped into the abyss of night with the last drop of rain and dew in the day, and there was no longer a glimmer of hope. The Lord of Light, Lan Xingye, used the power of his wand to break free from the shackles of the golden chains and continued to search for the trace of the King of Darkness, he left the gloomy valley and crossed the high mountain tops, then twisted from the top of the mountain to the vast desert, and then crossed the blue water from the desert, and finally came to the dead wasteland from the sorrow of the sea, when he just stepped on the ground of the wasteland was forced to retreat to the side by the rolling undercurrent, a ghostly light full of death breath gathered around him and transformed into countless black wings, he struggled to open his eyes and use his hands to drive away these confusing shadows, like a lonely firefly falling in the shadow of the petals with a vague vision。

And not far away, the Lord of Darkness Lu Zhuxuan was rubbing his transparent wand with his back to the Lord of Light, his eyes staring at the undercurrent in the sky and begging the night to give him strength, the thin lonely soul cut through the abyss of sin and lost a heart bewitched by lust, his mind was intoxicated in the carnival of matter, like a mad patient full of desire for power, at this time, he came back to his senses and sent a lightning bolt at the body of the King of Light, the pitch-black lightning passed through the vast night and the heavy twilight merged with the dusk and shot towards that side, the King of Light in a hurry had no time to care about the lightning that flew inHe fell to the ground and was bleeding from the lightning stab in his chest, and the Lord of Darkness then sent a second bolt of lightning, and the ghost of lightning cut the earth in half and headed straight for the body of the Lord of Light, who rolled there in severe pain, dodging the lightning's attack.

As the wound tore apart, his pain widened little by little, but he still staggered to his feet from the ground, and then he drew his blood-red wand and shot at the Dark Lord's lonely soul like a slashing axe, the huge flame of light solidified into a raging flame and sent a declaration of war towards the abyss of the night, the Dark Lord looked at the flames in front of him and didn't know how to resist this sea of fire, his bones changed shape under the pull of death, as if he knew his next self, then he saw more and more cold light gathered from all directions to erect a strong barrier for him, he used the power of cold light to launch a more ferocious lightning against the Lord of Light, I saw a strong black lightning pierce the wings of the flame of light and cut off the left arm of the Lord of Light, the King of Light screamed and lost consciousness, he threw the soul-attracting lamp towards the lonely soul of the Lord of Darkness in a confused nightmare, and at the last moment when the memory was about to pass, he saw the Lord of Darkness twisting his body and being put into the lantern little by little, leaving only a dark night with snowflakes flying and filling his heart with sadness......

The dark haze lifted layers of thick twilight haze, hiding the shadow of death in the dark heart, the broken blood-red floated on the wounds of the clouds, and a trace of shallow sorrow fell like a lonely dream, the birds that stopped at the end of the wasteland gently glided across the back of the moon, turning a mourning song into silent silence, and the fireflies, drunk by the cold snowflakes, flapped their wings and began to look for a place not to be called wandering. The Lord of Light, Lan Xingye, slept in the desolate wilderness and fell into a fainting fantasy, he dreamed that the blood-red light overflowed his eyes, and then devoured the wings of the night, and countless bright glow colors reflected the dark blue of the heart, overturning a melancholy sea water, and the dawn of dawn fell on his palm, little by little, until he held up a red hope, he lay comfortably on the tail of the setting sun, looking at the beautiful dusk, like looking at a colorful dream. Gradually, his mind began to float to this dead wasteland, where there was no milky water or the fragrance of nectar, only a heartbreaking and hopeless sadness, and as his consciousness raced on the edge of darkness and light, he returned to the memory of his ascent to the Magic Mountain to the wasteland.

The blood-red flame of light was immersed in a large area of warm tide, holding up an ice-blue sky, the silver-white clouds caressed the last ray of light of the stars, repairing the broken nightmare to the original whole, the dark gray of the night faded out of the darkest part before the dawn ushered in a warm dawn, the Milky Way put aside the gentleness of the river and the brightness of the dawn gathered together to create a pure world. Lan Xingye, the king of light, looked at the ice blue flowing in the sky and slowly put away his wand, the North Sea Giant Demon had sunk to the bottom of the sea in the torment of pain, but the fleeing soldiers still did not stop retreating, but showed their soulless faces to the hearts of fear, falcons and dinosaurs chased from the desolate field to the end of the sea, their claws, sharp beaks, The giant palm and the bloody mouth tore at the flesh of each soldier and then split into corpses, everything was so fragile in the face of death, but the smell of blood still did not stop spreading because of the compassion of the heart, and the loneliness of the night was like embracing one's own loneliness in the dead field.

Suddenly, a blood-red flame burst out from the gap in the clouds, and then a large area of hot warm tide covered all the pitch black, and suddenly, the gloomy wasteland was burned by the rolling blood-red without leaving a trace, and countless falcons and dinosaurs were melted into a light smoke by the warm tide before they could escape, and all that they saw and could not see was exposed to the bright eyes, no matter how they escaped, they couldn't escape, and they couldn't guess and guess like a mystery tearing at the broken soul to rejuvenate life.

At this time, twelve zodiac signs appeared in the ice-blue sky, Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Lion, Virgin, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius, Pisces emitted a cloud of pure white light around the center of the light flame, like twelve dreams guarding the dark night, both hazy and warm, the cracked earth was also bathed in a warm soft light, a murmuring stream cut through the wound of the clod of earth and poured a touch of love into it, the dry weeds soaked in the morning rain and dew pulled the stamens back from the withered lifeline and lifted them in the air, and in the distance with the red dandelion seeds, the silvery white waves of the blue water narrowed the distance between day and nightShells lie on the golden sand, like forgotten footprints falling on the hearts of dreams and reality, purple-red smoke weaves into the shape of birds, enveloping every corner of the sea, only an area that can never be touched, flowing with sorrow, so that broken dreams can get hope......

The bright blood-red opened a dark current hidden in the loneliness, allowing the warm tide that overflowed the sky to extend past and merge with the cold cold light, and the broken pitch black slowly regained its shape through a light and shadow reflected on the ruins, and at the moment when the dawn was about to rise, a complete nightmare shattered and lost its original light color. The King of Light, Lan Xingye, walked on the warm wasteland, at this time his heart was also like a seed full of light, looking forward to the blood-red flame of light, the cold corpse with the flow of blood in the silent silence dissolved into a sorrow, only a faint blue dawn flickered on the other side of the heart, watching a blood-red dream, the King of Light looked at the distant sun and slowly pulled out the blood-red wand, he aimed at the ice-blue sky and sent out a flame of light, where the sky and the earth met, a large group of angels with flapping wings appeared, they flew up and down around those corpsesAs if waiting for a real illusion to break into pieces and soar with him, the King of Light watched the illusion in front of him change into a bizarre appearance, and his eyes never left the distant sun, and gradually, his mind returned to the real world.

The night tears apart the dawn of dawn, whose dream is stifled, in the cool memory, the dark abyss has been open to whose heart, the light flame burns the lonely wasteland, how many depressed hearts are covered, the bloody battle pulls the dusk under the sunset, leaving a cold twilight to the ghost light to fantasize. Lan Xingye, the king of light, dragged his tired body and stumbled back to the castle of the country of light, he saw his princess standing there, her eyes overflowing with tears, and then he heard a vague sobbing sound echoing in circles to his ears, he quickened his pace and stretched out his palm in the direction where the princess was running, but unexpectedly, a heavy dark light smashed on his head, causing the darkness to invade his heart, and the soul-attracting lamp in his hand also fell to the ground and emitted a terrifying ghostly light......