It seems like it's only a moment, and it seems like a century has passed......

Di Allen's hand left the scale, and the elven priest took a deep breath and said slowly: "Next, place the things that need to be exchanged to the right side of the scale."

Di Allen put his hand on the top of the right side of the scale, and a cold light flashed, cutting his wrist, and silver-gray blood immediately poured down, gushing like a spring, and fell on the scale.

Feng Qinglang just stood there, watching from close quarters, it was really thrilling to the extreme, such a pure silver gray, that was the purest high-level undead demon......

The elven priest just stared quietly, as if he had been mentally prepared and unmoved.

On the other side, Dongdi Tian's brows were slightly furrowed, and he didn't know what he was thinking......

The most bizarre thing is that a large amount of silver-gray blood fell on the tray on the right, and it was silent, without any sound, and there was no silver-gray blood spilling out of the tray, as if the shallow tray was a bottomless container at all.

Di Allen's face gradually turned pale, but his expression was still calm, and the balance that had been balanced finally faintly showed a trace of trembling.

Feng Qinglang's mind couldn't help but flicker through that ancient legend, if you want the balance to be out of balance and the dead to come back to life, you must let go of the equivalent thing...... Is it his own bloodline that Di Allen has put on now?

With such a large amount of blood flowing, ordinary people would have died a long time ago, but Di Allen was still standing straight, but his face was as pale as paper, looking at the blood flowing from his wrist, there was a faint hint of bright red, and his eyes showed an extremely complicated look.

But at this moment, the balance suddenly turned again, and the elven priest's expression changed drastically, and he shouted urgently: "The mystery is out of balance, balance the balance with the power of life"

On the legendary altar of this elven world, in front of this balance of fate, Feng Qinglang never thought that he would have the opportunity to play the person who decided Di Allen's fate, and he was the one who decided whether Feng Yaling could be resurrected

But the crux of the matter was that neither he nor Dongdi Tian understood what the life force was, but they felt that the colored stars around them were like crazy, distorting all kinds of swirling nebulae, and a large number of light points were crumbling and shattering in the distortion......

But both of them are very human, directly based on the power of this star, each using their own origin law, Feng Qinglang is the power of time and space, and Dongdi Tian is the power of space and darkness, and they rely on the current elf body to exert it to force the balance to stop rotating.

The scales did stop because of this, but the silver-gray liquid that had not been able to overflow poured out a lot under the force of this violent blocking, staining the large number of stars under his feet.

Diaron and the elven priest were all depressed.

The elven priest bowed deeply and apologized, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Your Excellency Lan Xueyun, we didn't do a good job"

Di Allen shook his head sadly, his face was full of exhaustion, but he still said calmly: "No, just because of my bloodline, it's not enough to exchange ...... Your Highness, do we have another chance?"

I didn't wait for an answer to this question, because the whole world froze

In just an instant, it was not like the previous memory fragments, which gradually blurred and blurred, but directly like a three-dimensional piece of glass, which suddenly cracked in front of his eyes, shattered his bones, and the fragments of glass splattered in all directions......

Feng Qinglang only felt that one of the fragments that reflected the balance was shooting towards him, he wanted to dodge and escape, but his whole body couldn't use half of his strength, and he was about to be pierced by glass, the whole world froze again, all the glass rolled back, and then the world returned to completeness, and he had returned to the time and space of the real world.

On all sides was a turquoise and scarlet lake, and the blood-stained lake water poured into Feng Qinglang's nose, making him so embarrassed that he quickly held his breath, it seemed that a large number of sea beasts were still running in a steady stream in a certain direction, and a few fierce beasts just swept over his head, and they ignored him.

The Eastern Emperor Heaven in front of him before, the people who were not far away, such as Zhuan Yue, Li Yinuo Mian, and others, had disappeared, and it seemed that under the impact of the memory vortex, they had been scattered in all directions.

Fortunately, Nanxing Soul was only not far away, lying on a large area of water and grass, his eyes were closed, and he was obviously unconscious, Feng Qinglang hurriedly swam over, dragged her, and quickly floated to the water.

The air on the water is so fresh, and the sky above his head is also full of stars, but Feng Qinglang is completely different mood to face, he coughed, and swam to the shore with Nanxing Soul in one hand, estimating the time, although they have spent a long time in the memory whirlpool, in the outside world, it is only a few breaths of time.

On the shore of a small island, Feng Qinglang, who was full of exhaustion, woke up Nanxing Soul in a little hurry, Nanxing Soul spit out the lake water in her stomach in embarrassment, Feng Qinglang patted her back, and couldn't help laughing: "It's okay, we are all alive"

But Nan Xing Soul did not tease as usual to celebrate the rest of his life after the catastrophe, but looked at the starry sky a little blankly, like a person who has just woken up from a big dream, and it seems that he has not yet come out of the world in his dream.

Feng Qinglang couldn't take care of Nanxing Soul's mood at this time, and said in a low voice: "Star Soul, maybe you are very tired, but we are about to leave, what is the matter, let's talk about it on the way, let's go in the southeast direction, I'm afraid we will have to swim for a while." ”

Anyone under the lake seemed to be friend or foe, but Feng Qinglang never wanted to fall into the hands of any of them

After being pulled by Feng Qinglang and staggering for a short distance, Nanxing Soul finally reacted and said softly: "Qinglang, I'll carry you." ”

Just a slight tug, now Feng Qinglang, who is only in the forging period, has no chance to protest at all, and was thrown on her back lightly, Nanxing Soul is just a little light, it is already a few zhang away, and the speed is at least several times faster than before, the most amazing thing is that after running for a while, I saw that there was a trace of another island in the southeast, Nanxing Soul took off directly, not high-profile, just flew low, flew down the island, landed again, and continued to gallop with Feng Qinglang on his back.

Feng Qinglang was surprised and said, "Star Soul, you have already broken through to the True Martial Arts?"

Nanxing Soul turned his head slightly, finally smiled, and said softly: "I wasn't sure yet, but now it seems that yes"

Feng Qinglang said uneasily: "But I feel that your mood seems to be quite low, did you encounter something that made you sad in the previous memory whirlpool?"

Nanxing Soul was silent and ran for a long time, Feng Qinglang didn't urge, just waited quietly, and finally, Nanxing Soul responded softly: "In the past, I have substituted a woman's perspective many times, and her story is difficult to make people happy......"

Feng Qinglang frowned and wondered, "Who?"

Nanxing Soul said in a low voice: "Phoenix Moon Dance." ”

Feng Qinglang's brows furrowed even deeper, this woman is the ancestor of their Feng family, thousands of years ago, at the end of the silent era, she had grievances and grievances with the Eastern Emperor Tian, and she was entangled......