Chapter 2072 Pavilions and pavilions are all based on the direction of the heart
At midnight, a burst of sadness came inexplicably from my dream. When I woke up, my eyes were blurred by tears. The crystal clear teardrops were like the patter of rain outside the window, and they were like star-like flowers blooming on the windowsill, thrown into the moonlight.
In my arms, I still feel the same mood as before, helpless and lonely.
People have to grow up. After all, one day in the future, we will happily walk on the street pushing a stroller, and the love we once had, no matter how it was, will turn into the wind and disappear in the tunnel of time. So, we just
You need to always move forward, move forward, and don’t look back.
When I was twenty, I could afford toys that I couldn't afford when I was ten, but I no longer had the same expectations as before; when I was thirty, I had the courage to pursue the girl I didn't dare to pursue when I was twenty, but the girl had already
I have been a wife for many years; when I was forty, I wanted to cherish the friends I should have cherished when I was thirty, but they have been alienated for many years...
I am increasingly losing confidence in everything, becoming more and more suspicious of strangers, and I am forever far away from all the expectations, joy and resonance I have for human life.
Therefore, we should learn to expect, but we can only expect ourselves. No matter which stage of life we reach, we should enjoy that period of time, complete the things that should be completed at that stage, go with life, and not dwell on the past.
Don’t look forward to the future fanatically, life will be just like this.
Big figures in the field of wealth and power, as well as expensive luxury goods, are topics that are often talked about when people are together.
In the eyes of those guys, the greatest in the world is just this and that. By talking about these great things, they feel that they are also involved with greatness. That excited tone is just like those things
They have become like distant relatives. But in fact, that is their way of hiding their insignificance.
Looking at the powerful people who have entered the peak realm, the first thing most of them do is to think about how to practice the "flying skill" as soon as possible. After all, only by soaring in the blue sky and white clouds can one be transformed into a flying warrior in the eyes of the world.
God.
However, those magicians have overlooked one thing, that is, only those driven by the spiritual power of the air and metal systems can truly understand the true meaning of flying. In other words, no matter what, he will finally fight in the sky.
Ability is far less powerful than being down-to-earth.
Therefore, what Christine calls "flying" should be "floating" to be precise. She feels that flying should be practiced after you have truly reached its peak, otherwise it will be a waste of time.
The black robe was spotless, and the golden six-petal flower pattern on the chest was lifelike. Christine slowly landed on the top of the peak, and then turned her gaze to the building in front of her.
It was a beautifully shaped pavilion, about seven meters high, with strong lines on the eaves. Prayers praising the sun, moon and stars were engraved on the surface of the four pillars in the ancient Elvish language. The base was imprinted around the base to maintain the entire mountain and condense dark spiritual energy.
The alchemical array of power.
"On closer inspection, I discovered that the training environment here is not inferior to the Dark Forest itself. That little girl Gloria has really taken the trouble."
"It's just...whether it's today or the ancient magic era, the dark elves will not build any fake pavilion on the mountain peak, let alone appreciate such a well-behaved building."
"But it's understandable. After all, most of the pure-blood elves and dark elves now choose to live in dense forests."
"And, in my mind, the buildings built on the top of the peak should be temples. After all, the pure-blood elves believe in the goddess of life and nature, while the dark elves only believe in the god of death."
After Christine said that, she sat down on the ground and took out her wand of annihilation. With nothing to do, she planned to "transform" the mountain so that it would be in the necropolis of Philecht Nalantis.
The space on the fourth floor appears more harmonious.
The power of dark psychic energy was released quickly, and under Christine's almost weird control skills, there was no waste.
On the contrary, at the top of the mountain, Christine felt that the consumption of psychic power in her body was slower than the rate at which the entire mountain fed back to her.
The corners of Christine's mouth raised slightly, but she did not continue to accelerate the release of dark psychic power. You must know that compared to Boom's crazy training method, she is the complete opposite, and can even be said to be too "leisurely".
It's just that her "leisure" is due to self-confidence, rather than the result of a broken pot.
The power of dark psychic energy seeped into the pavilion little by little, and eventually everything from the top to the base showed a flashing state of black light. It was the appearance of the power of dark psychic energy being compressed to the extreme, or in other words, Christine
The best we can achieve at this stage.
Time passed by, and Christine was always in the best condition. She seemed to be a carrier, injecting dark psychic power into the pavilion, and on the other side, the missing dark psychic power was quickly absorbed.
Supplement.
The last night owl returned to its roost, and when the first ray of morning light descended on the fourth floor of the necropolis, Philecht Nalantis, Christine also opened her eyes.
"It's not bad, but it's slower than expected."
"But everything has its priorities. Once the most important things are done, the problems that follow will naturally be solved."
Christine said, and then she continued to instill the power of psychic energy while admiring the beauty of Chuyang.
I saw that the original pavilion had now completely changed its appearance. The eaves had a smooth shape, fully reflecting the aesthetics of the elves. The reliefs carved on the outer wall were not praising the old gods, but countless lifelike flowers and
Vine.
As for the inner wall of the temple, it is still imprinted with the alchemy array that Gloria deployed many times in her early years to maintain the normal operation of the entire mountain.
Stepping inside, Christine nodded with satisfaction, and then sat on the ground with her back to the alchemy array. There was nothing in the temple, which looked extremely strange.
Just because Christine neither believes in any gods nor old gods. In her eyes, how she wants to live is her own business and has nothing to do with anyone else.
Furthermore, she has many labels in the eyes of the world, including an elegant elf, a mixed-blood elf, a great dark mage, and the "daughter of the devil".
Since she is called the "Daughter of the Devil", it is better for her to believe in her own strength than to believe in some illusory god.
Christine has no habit of kneeling to anyone. Her spine is very hard, so hard that even when she faced tens of thousands of cavalry during the elven civil war in the early years, she always kept smiling and was extremely elegant.
After that, Christine began to "transform" the entire mountain. She has this kind of character. She either doesn't do anything, or she must do her best if she wants to do it.
For many people, pride is a shortcoming that cannot be excused. But for Christine, it is natural and natural.
To put it bluntly, she was able to comprehend the first self-created spell in just five days, which meant that she had no extravagant expectations. Regardless of success or failure, it was completely acceptable, as it was regarded as not wasting hundreds of years of accumulated time. p>
However, even though she has always been in a dispensable state, the dark psychic power output has never been reduced by half. This kind of stability has never been seen before, or in terms of controlling the power of psychic powers, she has no
No inferior to any ancient ferocious beast.
This is how a traditional magician has practiced to the extreme. The foundation is as vast as the sea, so no matter how big the mast ship is, there is no pressure. As for whether the mast ship can sail to the end, it is just a matter of chance.<