Wu Yannera's wound has been bandaged, but Feng Qinglang is still holding the other party tightly, and his right hand does not dare to leave the vital part of the vest at all, he knows that once he lets go, Wu Yannella may not be able to support it for too long.

The whole team had been slightly reorganized, and Jeffel patted the gauze on his wound, stood up again, and looked up at the sky, where a scouting Thousand Miles Eagle was hovering over them.

Jefer straightened his appearance, bowed seriously to Feng Qinglang, and said: "Lord Qinglang, thank you for letting me live the life I dreamed of, so that I finally fulfilled my promise to my family, and now they are living well in Xingqing, thank you! I can't go up the mountain with you!"

He remounted his horse and ordered, "All ready!"

The surviving people also bowed to Feng Qinglang and got on their horses one after another, and Jeffel smiled at Feng Qinglang: "We can all die, but you can't, my lord!"

After that, he led the crowd and rode his horse to the northeast.

The scout eagle that was tracking immediately chased away.

Feng Qinglang bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes were completely red, looking at the figure that was gradually moving away, it was the first time that Jeffel had disobeyed her orders!

Finally, he turned around with Uyanela in his arms and climbed up the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, Wu Yannella felt that the wind was extremely cold tonight, and Feng Qinglang's hand on his vest seemed to be not as warm as before, looking back, the mountains and forests below in the distance were full of a little bit of firelight and the light of magic lamps, and the vision was blurred for a moment, it was really like the fireflies on the shadow cliff in childhood......

Feng Qinglang said softly: "You're a little tired, take a rest first!" Holding her back tightly, she let Wu Yannella sit down against a small tree.

Wu Yannella was unwilling, but said: "It's all you walking, and I haven't tried too hard." Let's keep walking, it's not safe yet......"

But Feng Qinglang ignored the protest, still helped her to sit down, and said softly: "I know you are very sleepy, but don't fall asleep." ”

Uyanella looked at the man in front of her, and found that there seemed to be something more in the other party's eyes, and she tried very hard to discern it, oh, it was tenderness and sweetness that she had never had before......

She couldn't help but rejoice: "I don't sleep, I like it when you look at me like this." ”

Feng Qinglang tried to smile, but he couldn't hide the bitterness in his smile, and said seemingly casually: "By the way, Wu Yanella, what else is your dream besides being a great illusionist?"

Wu Yannera wrinkled her nose, looked at the little fires in the distance, and blew, as if she could blow them all away in one breath, she said, "Actually, when I was a little girl, I had a dream, well......"

Her pale face turned red, and she said softly: "I want to hold a wedding in the Sky Sanctuary, I am wearing a snow-white wedding dress, very beautiful, and you are the groom, dressed in a straight dress, looking at me flatteringly, and then after the bishop's inquiry, we said firmly, I am willing to ......"

Her voice became smaller and smaller, only to feel that her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and she wanted to try to open it again, Feng Qinglang's voice seemed to come from the distant sky, and she could only vaguely hear the voice, but she couldn't hear what he was saying.

Finally, her eyes opened again, but she saw that Feng Qinglang's face was already full of tears, and her voice whimpered: "Hold on, don't sleep, hold on......"

Wu Yannera only felt that the heat behind her had increased a little, but she felt that the endless cold had completely surrounded her, and that little flame could not support her for long, she knew very well in her heart that something was going to happen, she was very afraid, but she tried to stop her fear, especially not to let tears gush out, and said dissatisfiedly: "The old lady ordered you, don't feel guilty for this!"

"Also, don't always treat me as an ignorant little girl, let alone as a thoughtless little fan, or a savage kind, I also have my confusion, I also have my thoughts...... Just never told you!"

Listening to the increasingly weak voice, Feng Qinglang felt that there was a curtain of water that had blocked his vision, and he hurriedly wiped his eyes with his other hand.

There was already a haze all around, it was a layer of mist representing the breath of death, and I don't know when it was close, but I knew that the other party's strength was extremely strong, and the entire mountain top had been sealed in this mist of death in an instant.

"This is the legendary rebel, the one who turned the human world upside down? too weak to notice us. ”

A few gray figures, stepping out of the depths of the haze, looked like ghosts in hell, and the voice of the person who spoke was very hoarse, like the slightest sound of sharp objects scraping against glass. “

"His heart is broken, his lover dies in his arms, and negligence is common. "This is the voice of another old dragon bell, it is a necromancer with a staff, staggering towards Feng Qinglang.

Feng Qinglang is still holding Wu Yannella tightly, as long as she still has a trace of life, he will never let go! Looking around, there are a total of six undead, four mages, and two warriors, all of whom are peerless powerhouses, what a luxurious stroke! Send to find the Eastern Emperor Tian, but there are only three...... I really look up to myself.

He couldn't help but sneer indifferently: "What kind of deal is it that makes you willing to do your best?"

"Quite simply, Lung Harim voluntarily joined the Holy Clan and successfully became a High Saint Clan. For the sake of the future glory of the canopy of the dead, we should fully support him. Another old voice pierced through the mist and came into my ears, and the voice was full of silence.

Feng Qinglang was silent, he underestimated Long Harin's courage and determination, and seeing that the encirclement had been completely completed, he asked coldly, "Then what are you waiting for?"

"Waiting for it to appear!" the necromancer gestured to the sky.

A huge twenty-four-pointed star emerged from the haze and occupied half of the sky, four necromancers chanted hymns of the undead in unison, and two undead warriors stood on one knee with their swords in their hands, providing the power of this high undead ritual with their spiritual origin.

Feng Qinglang only felt that this world was extremely ridiculous, they actually wanted to turn themselves into high-level undead?!

He shouted in a deep voice: "Are you crazy? Even if the undead ritual is successful, I will become your own race, but the unity of the race does not mean that I will join you!"

"You're a good piece of demonic material, Your Excellency Rebel! Of course we're worried that you'll turn against us as soon as you transform into a High Saint......"

"So, what we're going to do is to merge the ritual of undead and the ritual of taming! you can be both an undead demon and a slave to us!"

“......”