Mobilizing the true sun fire in the body, the strong power converges in the palm, and a warm and bright flame beats happily above the palm, as if it wants to comfort and comfort its master.

Little Golden Crow looked at the red gold flame, and his heart was full of pride. He closed his five fingers and held the piece of light in his hands. He put his hands behind his back, isolated from the world, like a mountain that had stood here forever, locked in the mist and clouds.

A world breaks open in the cage.

The voice is like the sun on the top of the mountain that overlooks the countless vicissitudes of the world. It is arrogant and public: "Since I am asking my heart, why can't I hide it! If I don't ask, who can answer it?"

If Weaver were here, he would definitely be surprised by the aura of Little Golden Crow. The usually unruly and arrogant Little Golden Crow could actually have such a powerful aura, which is very similar to someone.

!

After waiting for a long time, there was silence all around, as if he had been exiled outside the world, and his spiritual consciousness spread out, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no news.

Little Golden Crow's eyes were half-squinted, staring at the boundless clouds, and a bunch of flames in his hands were ready to move. At this moment, he heard someone say: "Your Excellency is wrong. Asking questions is about your small heart. Asking questions

It’s not anyone else, but you yourself.”

This voice came through layers of clouds and fog, but the direction could not be discerned, the tone was vague, and it had a tone that seemed to see everything through, and it was old-fashioned.

Little Golden Crow raised his smooth lower chin, his eyes showing disdain: "Why don't you stay young, hide your head and show your tail, and be shameful!"

Like a smelly and hard stone, there was no emotion in the voice. It only said: "I am the spirit of space. I only ask about my heart, not my name."

Little Golden Crow tilted one corner of his lips and muttered: "Spirit of space, hehe..."

There are two situations of space beings, one is a magic weapon, and the other is a space transformed by ancient gods using supreme magic, and is born with spirit.

Although the spiritual energy on Jiangxin Island is rich, it is far from the aura of the ancient gods. If there is, that is the purpose of their trip.

Could it be that they entered the Yayoi Scale?

"Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong.

The cold touch of ice came to him, and he looked at it. The transparent and colorless ice blade was thin and sharp. He only needed to bring it to his neck lightly, and it would cause blood to flow irreversibly.

Xiao Jinwu's eyes were a little deeper, and he was a little doubtful: "Is this...her?"

"You can teach me how to find it easily!"

…

The same conversation occurred elsewhere.

But the white fog disappeared, but a lush and lush Diwali bush was pulled out, swaying in the wind. The Dihua should have added a sense of desolation to the rustling late autumn, but its purple-red color made the autumn colors dreamy and colorful.

Feiran was walking among the lush Dili flowers, and the flexible leaf stems spontaneously fell to both sides the moment she raised her feet, as if they were welcoming something.

His eyes flew gently among the flowers, and surprise and nostalgia appeared on his pretty face, as if he had returned to the past.

The breeze blows, the flowers sway gently, the leaves rustle, the sun rises and sets, never stopping, and what she has to do is to deal with the affairs of the clan and practice, and to guard the piece on Zhouzhu that is said to be unparalleled in the world.

Artifact.

At that time, when I was a young man, even though I had all my affairs contracted and handled properly, I couldn't help but feel bored with these complicated worldly affairs and wanted to leave Batuyuan and venture into the outside world.

It was during this journey that she encountered the disaster that she could not escape in her life.

Of course, this was not what she meant, but all the elders in the clan thought so. And what happened later taught her that the disaster was not a person, but a competing heart.

Looking back on the past, she had slowly walked to the center of the flower bush. If she walked further, she would be able to leave the flower bush and reach the red maple forest outside.

If she was given another chance, would she choose to save Feng Huanchi?

Fei Ran's answer is absolutely yes. If you love someone, you should devote your whole heart to love, without any reservation or doubt, just like this Dihua, who has devoted all his life just to make autumn no longer lonely.

She pinned a flower with dark red blood hanging on it, looking like it was about to fall at any moment.

Her heart felt as if she had been hit by a heavy hammer, and she was in deep pain. She pushed aside the tall grass and ran toward a place as if she had expected it. After running a few steps, she found a blood-stained helmet among a bunch of tallow flowers.

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When she saw the helmet, her body suddenly trembled, and her eyelashes could not help trembling, showing the excitement in her heart. After a few steps past the helmet, she saw a halberd with a blade stained with blood, and the tip of it was still shining with cold light.

The owner of the halberd seemed to be fished out of a pool of blood. He was covered in blood. He had obviously gone through a brutal bloody battle. He was now like a broken piece of wood that no one wanted, lying there miserably.

Fei Ran's eyes suddenly filled with tears. She knelt down next to the man, her fingers tremblingly touched the face covered with blood, and she murmured: "Return to the pool..."

…

Compared with the first two people, one was in the clouds and the other was in the most familiar field of flowers. What Zhiying faced when he finally entered the Wenxin Cave was really dire straits.

She sat on a white and broad cloud, looking down at the red and fiery trance-like scene below for a while, and looking up at the dense sword wind that seemed messy but arranged in an orderly manner...

That's right, it's Jianfeng, a gust of wind composed of sword edges.

As soon as she entered the cave, her feet were burned by the hot temperature under her feet. She hastily imagined a cloud to cushion her. When she looked closely, her eyes almost fell out of fear.

What a red sea it is!

As if it had just experienced a volcanic eruption, the golden-red magma flowed slowly, pushing the charred wood that was originally floating on it at an extremely slow speed, while the flowing magma was still rolling and bubbling, rising with "pops" from time to time.

A ball of flame.

Clusters of beating flames are suspended on the surface of the magma, the big ones are as big as wooden barrels, and the small ones are as wide as the diameter of bowls, making the surrounding temperature even hotter.

Zhiying was about to cry without tears. She clung to the clouds beneath her and drove them higher. On the way up, a strong wind suddenly blew over her.

She thought about her light weight and the even lighter clouds. She must still be light. If a gust of wind suddenly blows, she will definitely be knocked over and fall into the sea of ​​​​fire at her feet. As the saying goes, only those who know the current affairs are the best.

Junjie, if you can't afford to offend him, why can't you hide from him?
Chapter completed!