Night, deeper.

A high-decibel whistle suddenly sounded outside, and the warning bells of various systems such as magic patterns and illusions rang at the same time, and Feng Qinglang bounced up from the blanket as soon as possible and shot out of the tent.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, as if it was ruthlessly stirred by a pair of ferocious hands, so that the whole sky formed a large and small whirlpool, and after watching it for a long time, it seemed that it was about to be swept into it by this whirlpool-like dark thick cloud, and it would never be recovered.

The huge magic pattern shrouded in the Flying Fish Islands is flashing with colorful light at a fast pace, contrasting sharply with the gloomy sky, and like a silent confrontation.

Feng Qinglang's assistants were rushing from different directions, panting urgently, the content of the report was the same over and over again, and there were great abnormalities in all data monitoring.

Feel the fierce wind blowing in your face, listen to the mournful cry like a hundred ghosts roaring in unison, and the faint smell of blood in the air that comes from nowhere...... Feng Qinglang knew that this day had finally come!

He said in a deep voice: "Everyone returns to their posts and enters the state of first-level readiness, it is no longer a drill, and next, the actual combat will begin." ”

The Flying Fish Islands are so big that in the midst of such a strong wind, they are busy in all directions, shouting and whispering all kinds of incantations are beginning to warm up, and all kinds of bells and whistles are no longer enough to fully convey the signal, and bunches of fireworks shoot out from all over the lakeside, dancing one symbol after another under the thick clouds rolling under the sky.

The magic pattern entered the last test, and a large number of magic pattern masters took off all over the Flying Fish Islands, checking every possible loophole, and the monsters on the islands below also roared and roared in front of such an apocalyptic scene, and the magic pattern was injected with a large amount of spiritual power, and it was even more radiant.

Feng Qinglang looked diagonally opposite, and Beatrice, who was standing next to the material car, was on standby at any time, feeling Feng Qinglang's gaze, turned his head, nodded slightly, and Feng Qinglang also smiled and nodded in response.

When he turned around, Nanxing Soul, Anu, and Wu Yannera were already standing behind him, looking at these three thrilling beauties, he was about to hug them one by one and say something, but the girls took the initiative to step forward, kissed him lightly on the face, and then scattered in all directions, returning to the posts where they were originally arranged.

On a small island in the center of the Flying Fish Islands, the Doomsday Dragon, the baby elephant, and the still-sleeping shell, three legs, sit around the Phantom Wood Porcelain Plate, and behind them is a large circle of solemn-looking illusionists, all of whom are adjusting themselves to their best in their own way.

For such a shocking scene, the eruption of the Folding Space Demon King Volcano back then was really nothing, and the little elephant said in a slightly trembling voice: "Is the battle before the end of the day that Qing Lang said about coming soon?"

The only person he could communicate with was His Excellency the Doomsday Dragon, this color dragon looked at the sky, in addition to the fireworks, there were more than two dozen peerless powerhouses, including the once unforgettable hatred of the angry waves, and the East Emperor Tian, known as the Nightmare of Alans, the monarch from the sea world, and the unknown powerhouse of the forest world......

They come from all continents, all races, and now they are gathered together for the same purpose, they represent the highest combat power in this world, and they are all supreme beings in their respective nations and countries.

Although the clouds were rolling angrily, the dragon of Doom still felt the stars shining.

Therefore, he responded to the baby elephant: "Damn, there are so many heroes, how can I run away in a while?"

The little elephant was puzzled: "Grandpa, didn't you come here of your own free will?"

The Doomsday Dragon cursed angrily in his heart, watching his own people in the sky begin to transform, one by one the dragons churning and shuttling in the thick clouds, he seemed to remember some of the past that had long been forgotten, and some soft places in his heart were also inexplicably touched, he sighed and said in a low voice: "Little guy, we are just a bridge, the real battlefield is the other side of the bridge, don't do anything that is beyond your strength, we will be safe and sound! So, you don't have to be afraid." ”

The little elephant nodded vigorously and said seriously: "This is the same as what Qing Lang said, old man, I believe you are a good person, so let's fight side by side!"

“......”

A figure came against the wind, everyone was just a flower in front of them, Feng Qinglang was already standing one meter above the phantom wood porcelain plate, nodded slightly at the surrounding people, and said in a deep voice: "Let's start!"

The magic pattern suddenly shone brightly, and a group of illusionists sat down on their knees neatly, and a thousand years that had been improved by Feng Qinglang were finally activated!

All of them's spiritual powers temporarily joined together, echoing each other, and they were all involved in the deep darkness.

It seemed like it was just a moment, and it seemed as if a very, very long time had passed, and the darkness gradually faded.

The whole world began to have white, and black and white blended and changed in the interlacing, and gradually became color.

Everyone's consciousness was suddenly swept into the colorful depths, as if falling into a colorful kaleidoscope, colorful pictures emerged one after another around them, and it was not clear whether it was the past in the depths of their own memory, or the picture that came with the millennium or the phantom wood porcelain plate.

The mist is like a veil of small bridges and flowing water in the early morning, the beautiful green mountains and green waters, the people frolicking wildly beside the clear sea water, the deep canyons with cliffs and skylines, and the end of the desert full of yellow sand, a beautiful oasis that makes people feel intoxicated......

This picture comes one after another, and everyone is dizzying, which makes people further dilute the concept of time and get involved in this world that can't tell whether it is real or false......

Feng Qinglang's voice came calmly into everyone's ears in this colorful kaleidoscope: "Our spirit has been connected with the ultimate seal, please keep your heart and don't get lost!"

As the sound sounded, the kaleidoscope fell to an end, and the world turned dark again, and the color of light that had once made people feel pleasant faded in an instant......

It's like they fall from a kaleidoscope of light into another passage to hell......

The scenes of the Shura field rushed into everyone's eyes, the wails of tens of thousands of hungry people in the harsh sun, the unknown number of people buried alive in the filthy pits, and the corpses of the bloody dusk were strewn all over the field......

Let everyone want to close their eyes, so that these inhumane pictures can stop, but in the spiritual world, there is no such thing as closing eyes, the picture can still clearly emerge in everyone's mind, the deep sighs and wails of despair, wave after wave impact on everyone, until people even begin to suspect that they have fallen into the infernal hell, and the world is gradually returning to clarity......