Legend has it that Trisia never had a fixed location, it was like an infinite peak that could swing anywhere and appear in any corner of the Pandora Plain......

In fact, it has always been there, but there is an invisible force field that can block the prying eyes and approach of the breath of life!

When the canopy of the dead comes above it, it will appear in the world, and it will be presented between heaven and earth with a peerless appearance that is not inferior to the immortal peak!

Without Feng Qinglang's order, the undead knelt down and prostrate on the ground, many of them were low-level undead who had lost their independent consciousness, which was a kind of piety from the instinct of life, this was the belief in the life of the undead, as if they were eager to use their piety to awaken the legendary Trisia.

Behind him, Feng Qinglang stood proudly in the front, looking up at Trisia, its mountain tops lingering in the misty white smoke clouds, filled with an otherworldly and sacred taste.

Feng Qinglang didn't know what the convergence of faith could bring to Trisia, but he never hoped that it would bring strength to the other party, so he coldly ordered: "All stand up, don't bow down!"

The voice was not loud, but it resounded throughout the army, and under the command of the banner of the four undead envoys, the army of the undead, who could not see the end at a glance, reluctantly stood up again.

Feng Qinglang looked back, only to see that their eyes were obviously empty, but they could still feel extremely fanatical piety, in fact, not to mention them, even themselves, at the feet of Trisia, the silver-gray blood that was often restless at that time, also gained peace and calm, and couldn't help but rise up cordial.

He took a deep breath and instructed the four undead envoys: "You stay put, I'll go up and have a look!

In order to destroy this place, Feng Qinglang directly moved out the holy weapon of the undead, buried deep in the "Death Aria" by the Dead Sea, in order to control Xingqing, Feng Qinglang, who had an in-depth study of the Ancient Demon Dao, could naturally judge that in fact, this is an amazingly powerful Ancient Missile, which is intact, and it should be the successor of the ancestors who created the world of the undead.

Now, Feng Qinglang is going to use it to blow up Trisia to the ground!

This specially appointed transport team is full of the strongest skeleton warriors in the world of the undead, who have lost their minds and are able to faithfully carry out orders, and are best suited to resist the legendary sound of temptation.

All the way to the top of the mountain without incident, the legendary temptation voice and spiritual attack did not appear, Feng Qinglang breathed a sigh of relief, and ordered the transport team to bury the Death Aria, and a gentle wind blew by at the right time.

If the massage of the body can make the body feel comfortable, then the spiritual massage can make the soul feel comfortable...... This gust of wind, like a spiritual massage, made Feng Qinglang's whole soul also vibrate, it was an indescribable warmth, like a wanderer returning home thousands of miles, and like the sweetest and most beautiful dream can be clearly felt......

Feng Qinglang's vigilant heart suddenly rose, and a soft voice sounded softly in the depths of his mind: "You are lost, child!"

The white smoke around him was thick, Feng Qinglang saw that the Death Aria had been buried, he clenched the controller tightly in his hand, recognized the way he came, and shouted in a low voice: "Transport team, follow me, let's evacuate immediately!"

In Feng Qinglang's life, the most colorful stroke is to escape from the blink of an eye, the spiritual world has gone through thousands of tempers, experienced inhuman torture, in order to get out of it, the strength of spiritual defense, he feels that it should be the strongest part of his strength.

The soft voice sighed softly in the depths of his soul: "Alas, you have never walked out of the blink of an eye, what you have walked out of is only a blink of an eye, that day that keeps repeating, everything you are experiencing now is still in a dream woven by illusion......

Feng Qinglang didn't stop at all, quickly passed through the white smoke, and climbed down the mountain.

The soft voice continued: "The people outside are constantly waking you up, don't believe it, listen!"

Above the sky, there seemed to be the voices of the gods, but the voice was so familiar, it was Tang Rui's voice: "Sunny, wake up quickly!"

"It's okay, the genius training camp was attacked just now, and now it's okay, you wake up quickly, don't scare me......"

“......”

The sound that only appeared in the depths of the midnight dream was now so clear in his ears that Feng Qinglang couldn't help but stop for a while, he was also a senior illusionist, and he naturally knew clearly that people who were addicted to the world of illusion and couldn't extricate themselves heard that the outside world was waking them up, and it was also similar to such an oracle-like echo effect.

Listening to Tang Rui's whimper above the sky, he seemed to be still talking to the people around him: "What did he do to those ambushers? What the hell is wrong with him, his expression is so scary......

This made Feng Qinglang really can't help it, and raised his head, as if he wanted to break through the undead canopy in the distance above his head, and see if there was really another real real world on it.

"Calm down, Tang Rui! Many students have fallen into the illusion of the ambusher, and we are asking the nurturing master from the dragon clan to deal with it!" This was a thick middle-aged male voice, Feng Qinglang recognized this voice, it was the voice of a mentor in the genius training camp.

Feng Qinglang trembled his fingers in horror, how could Trisia steal the deep voice in my memory, if Tang Rui's voice, it can simulate, the voice of the mentor, but he is about to forget the existence...... It's like an illusionist breaking into someone else's memory world, just like a thief entering a house, the decoration placed in a conspicuous place must be easy to see, but if the owner of the house also treats some small objects that have been thrown away as garbage, why can the thief find them in the house?

Unless......

What it says is true, it really is still in the blink of an eye, and now it hears the voice of the real world awakening itself.

This thought made Feng Qinglang completely creepy, and he couldn't help but snort coldly: "Ridiculous! If that's the case, you are also part of the blink of an eye, why would you remind me, and why should you help me?"

The soft voice was not annoyed by the questioning at all, but still said gently and gently: "There is a force, free from time and space and life and death, it is only connected to the deepest instinct of everyone's subconscious, just like the eyes can let you see the world, and the subconscious survival instinct allows you to hear me!"

Feng Qinglang clenched his fists and said in a deep voice, "If I believe what you say, what should I do?"