Violet Empire, Northern Frontier, Mystic Lakeshore.

The snow fluttering in the sky, like silver-white feathers shaking off the angel's wings, obscured the view one after another. The sky was covered with heavy clouds, sharp dead branches pierced the sky, and the breaking chirping of birds was especially poignant in the secluded lakeside forest.

The Empire's long winter came to an end with this sudden spring snowfall, and Mystic Lake was as ethereal as ever.

Due to its proximity to the Virginia Empire to the north, temperatures are still low and the thin ice on the lake has not melted.

Feather rubbed her hands together, her long hair and black psychic robes covered with snowflakes, and her young, delicate face flushed.

When she was only three or four years old, her father, Huang Ray, taught her how to turn ice crystals into the shape of feathers by the mysterious lake. At that time, she didn't know that her father was the patriarch of the Spirit Clan, the most outstanding spiritual magician in the history of the continent...... How many people dream that the Emperor will be able to teach them by word and deed, even if it is to grant them a little bit of spiritual skills.

Her father was very busy, but he often found time to accompany her, and even the simplest and most basic water spirit techniques were taught to her by her father.

Thinking back to that childhood, Feather Ray couldn't help but laugh softly.

But she knew that the Imperial Patriarch, her most beloved father, would never return.

The Emperor was a great servant of the first emperor, who made great contributions to the Violet Empire, and was also the only spiritualist who could reward the title of marquis.

The three-year-long war with the Gerry Empire has almost exhausted all of the spiritual power of the Violet Empire. She was hidden by her father for six years, and now she has grown up and is slim. But no one could have imagined that such a petite and handsome girl was actually the most orthodox spirit bloodline, the best among the young generation of spiritual magicians in the whole empire.

Her impression of the empire was that of a naïve and ignorant fifteen-year-old.

The remote and secluded location of this body of water has always been a secret kept by Violet Psionics. There are very few spiritual magicians who can find this place, and only the patriarchs and spirit envoys of the four major races have a chance to get a glimpse of the true face of the mysterious lake.

It seems that from the moment she lived in seclusion, the patriarch of the Emperor revealed to the world that her young and excellent daughter was the future patriarch of the Spirit Clan.

It has been more than two months since the war between the two countries stopped, and everything was ready, and it was logical that Feather was taken back to the royal capital of St. Randall by Gwendrin by the Great Spirit.

This was the first time she had returned to the shores of the Mystic Lake since becoming the patriarch of the Spirit Clan, and everything was like a dream.

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The Mystic Lake's spiritual power has accumulated over time, and it has always been one of the richest and richest areas in the empire. Legend has it that the soldiers who died in battle would leave their remaining spiritual power here, forming a special spiritual soul for future generations to discover and replenish.

Although she came here this time to hang out, it must have been very hard to go to Saru Town in Gwendrin, and she still wanted to bring back some "good medicine" to replenish her physical strength along the way, which would be very useful for future battles and enhance spiritual power.

Feather Ray knelt on one knee and touched the earth with her slender five fingers, a powerful and precise spiritual power summoning that made the soil around her appear a wisp of golden lines.

What appeared before her was a young girl in a flaming red robe, her eyes as low as rubies, and her soft, long eyelashes like clusters of flames, lining her like a young sun god.

The girl held a slender black scepter in her hand, and the body of the staff was swirled with a cloud of spiritual power, cold and cold, the opposite of her fiery aura.

Feather looked at the scepter with great confusion in her heart—

Why does the Fire Master's soul stay in the Mystic Lake?

The forest at the end of the eye was eerily silent in the unbright daylight.

Suddenly, a sound of footsteps like a drum came from the deep forest, and a gray shadow swept past the feather fish, stopped on the frozen lake not far away, and overbearingly grabbed the waist of the fiery red girl.

Mystic Lake has always been little known, and Feather Ray was taken aback by this uninvited guest, "Who is it?

"Yo, who are you a little girl, you don't know me in a small tone. The man in front looked up at the feather and smiled unruly. The man's strong biceps were impressively imprinted with a clear fire spirit master's imprint, and the spirit master's robe on his body was graceful and luxurious, not like ordinary clothing.

Feather Fish's face turned angry, and she said, "The spirit master of the Gerry Empire, it seems that you are still from the Fire Clan royal family, could it be that you are Prince Rock Langdon?"

"Not stupid. Thinking that you are young and beautiful, I don't care about you. Locke Langdon nodded, "Prince Ben doesn't want to talk nonsense with you, you'd better get acquainted with each other, and don't have too much to do with right and wrong." Today I take this priest of the scepter away, and this is the end of the feud between you and me. Otherwise...... If you see something you shouldn't see for a while, the little girl's family will cry and cry, which is very troublesome. ”

Although the feather fish did not know what the "priest of the scepter" was, the prince was arrogant and could not be let go easily. He only said: "Prince of the Fire Clan, you are only called a prince in the Geri Empire, and you are not qualified to call me around in our Violet Empire." It's not so easy to take what is on the territory of our empire. ”

"Our scepter priest of the fire elemental, you are not worthy of being a woman!"

"What is left in Violet naturally no longer belongs to you Fire Spirit Master. Yu Wei sneered, and Rin said: "Since you are here today, I will not bother His Royal Highness the Prince to leave the country by himself, and I will give you a ride." ”

Locke Langdon suppressed his anger and said, "I don't care about you because you are young and beautiful! ”

"The Mystic Lake Realm is the forbidden land of my empire's spiritual arts, whether it is intentional or not, you can easily leave today, it's not so easy!"

"You little girl, you want to fight?" Locke Langdon's eyes snapped, "I'm not a gentleman, you do it yourself." ”

"You Fire Empire people have never been gentlemen. The unique spiritual power carvings of the water spirit master continued to emerge on the feather ray's body, and continued: "Although I don't know what the scepter priest is, there is something you must have heard of, in ancient times, the creation god gathered all the souls and lifelong spiritual power of the eight gods into a giant sword in order to create an artifact, and the name is ......."

Locke Langdon interrupted her with a sneer: "What you are talking about is the 'Soul Gathering Sword', ranked second in antiquity, and it is a god-level weapon given by the Creation God to the best spiritual magicians on this continent.

"Yes, it was, but now it's in my hands. There was a loud sword roar in the air, and countless swirling silver-white lights suddenly gathered in the palm of the feather man, gradually transforming into a thin and long holy sword shape.

"Don't be kidding, just this broken thing in your hand, this prince doesn't look at the quality of the goods, it looks like it's made of leftovers, it's just a fake, and it can't be bluffed. ”

Locke Langdon appeared calm on the surface, but his heart sank abruptly to the cold bottom of the mysterious lake, and his hands gradually became red and red, like two pieces of hot and red steel.

But any strong opponent he encountered on the battlefield, Locke Langdon never forgot it, but the woman in front of him was very strange, but he was very familiar with it somewhere, he had definitely seen it......

"It's so anxious to do it, whether it's true or not, you can try it and you'll know. Featherfish flickered her wrist and smiled coquettishly, "If you want to take the Scepter Priest away today, you'll have to ask the Soul Gathering Sword for advice. ”

The long sword in Featherfish's hand swept through the air, and sharp sword flowers flew past the tip of Locke Langdon's nose. She prides herself on her speed, and before Rock Langdon could see her movements, she rushed into the air at great speed, followed by a volley of slashes—

Locke Langdon was still searching for the light of the holy sword that slashed like mercury, and a ghostly spiritual power suddenly appeared behind him. He quickly turned around, only to see the girl's figure flash in his field of vision, and before he could pull out the pickaxe on his back, the tip of the longsword was already in front of his chest.

Then another figure flickered, and the feather stopped five meters away from him, the ancient holy artifact in her hand glowing like breathing.

Locke Langdon knew in his heart that if she hadn't shown mercy to her subordinates just now, she would already be a wisp of revenant under the holy sword at this moment.

With a shudder, he removed the lava-like pickaxe from behind him and asked, "Who are you?"

Feather Ray didn't answer, and slammed the Soul Gathering Sword to the ground, and countless spikes spread out like vines made of ice and snow, creating the entire mysterious lake like a palace made of ice and snow. Clusters of sharp ice crystals suddenly fell from the sky, like a huge sword blade thrown by the sea god, and "Qiang Qiang" poked into the ground-

Within a radius of a few tens of meters, there was not a trace of the temperature of living beings.

This is also the trick that the emperor is best at, "Winter Domain".

Locke Langdon felt that the woman in front of him was a little familiar for a moment, and a bad premonition arose. He held a pickaxe in both hands, and countless tongues of scorching fire rushed towards his opponent.

Feather took two steps back, the frosty sword stabbing forward, and with the sound of flesh and slime sliding, Locke Langdon's left arm was cut an inch-deep serpentine wound, and the snowflakes hung on the blood and quickly melted, gurgling through his arm.

In just one round, the haughty prince was defeated.

He looked at the girl in front of him in surprise, and just now, he didn't even see her move clearly.

The wound was slowly healing, and the blood was fused with his red hands, making it difficult to discern.

Although the girl's face is soft and delicate, she is by no means a soft person when she shoots, and she is even more ruthless when facing the fire spirit master. The expression on her face froze, and the Sword of Soul Gathering shook her entire body, transforming into a long whip formed by many bone joints.

Hearing only the sound of "pop", Locke Langdon's eyes suddenly bloomed, and the flesh on his chest tore and bloomed like the petals of a man-eating flower.

Feather Ray stroked the intricate creation carvings on the sword with his hand, raised his eyes to look at the Fire Clan prince who fell to the ground, and asked in a deep voice, "Locke Langdon, has your blood verified the true master?

The screams of men broke the silence of the mysterious lake. He clutched his chest in pain and screamed, "You...... You ......"

"It's too late to admit defeat now, I won't kill you. ”

Locke Langdon was furious, and he flew towards the feather with a pickaxe.

Feather shook his head helplessly, and with a low cry, the hurricane swept over the Ice Barrier, and the dense air currents rushed in front of Locke Langdon, knocking him to the ground.

Rock Langdon was dizzy, struggled to his feet, and asked with a cold face, "Are you a wind spirit master or a water spirit master?" Why do you use the spirit magic of the wind element?...... I admit defeat, you report your name. ”

“......”

Feather slowly paced past him, she was much smaller than Locke Langdon, and as she passed him, she raised her pretty face and opened her mouth defiantly, but she didn't make a sound.

"You...... Say it again. Locke Langdon's face stiffened from fear.

I don't know when, a ball of brilliant ice crystals has exploded on the wound of the Fire Clan Prince, and the blood is sewn on the entire ice flower, bubbling with wisps of white gas.

I said...... My name is 'Yu'. ”