Chapter four hundred and twentieth random stick overturned the old master
The plains of Karimuda and the brightly lit city of Micron Florence.
If the Kingdom of France is the art center of the human kingdom, the city of Micron Florence is undoubtedly the art capital of the Kingdom of France.
The scenery here is beautiful, the mountains and waters are beautiful, and countless human and elf masters gather here to study art and beauty-related topics all year round. Only here can anything closely related to art receive a truly perfect evaluation.
Tonight, Prince Lehman of the Kingdom of France exhibited a famous flower he recently collected - the "Green Sac Flower" - at the National Gallery of Art in Florence, and invited Mr.
All the art masters in the city of Florence came together to appreciate this stunning beauty in the world.
"Green bag flower" is rare in the world. According to legend, it only blooms on the night of the full moon in midsummer every year, and then wilts after a short time. The color and fragrance of the flowers are unparalleled in the world.
What is even more peculiar is that every time the "green sac flower" blooms, an exquisite and exquisite poem with a lingering fragrance will naturally appear on the petals.
The poem "I used to be a horse, but unfortunately I never caught up with you, now I am a flute, and the green plum blossoms I am playing are so green." This poem is excerpted from "Green Bag Flower".
, so people all over the world call Qingnang the "Poetry Flower".
This kind of strange flower has been extinct in the Aegean continent for many years. Together with the famous grass "Qilu grass" that dances with music and sings the sound of nature, it is also known as the peerless Shuangshu.
Prince Lehmann was able to find this rare and famous plant this time, which greatly shocked the art world of Micron City.
Even Master Titian, the most famous painter in the world of mankind, left behind the creation of his masterpiece "The Saint" and traveled thousands of miles to arrive at the National Museum of Art in Miclunar City this evening.
Just to see the beauty of the legendary "Poetry Flower" with one's own eyes----------Unfortunately, Master Titian has lived in seclusion in the mountains for nearly two years in order to create, and has rejected many people, including Pope Paul.
Several warm invitations including Maldini!
Like all masters, Master Titian tried his best to endure his anger before he finished listening to Prince Lehmann's endless introduction about how he led the brave knights and followers, how he defeated the ferocious monsters, and how he climbed up the cliff and dug back this place.
The experience of a famous flower.
When the "green bag flower" planted in a precious Far Eastern blue and white porcelain vat was carried to the exhibition stand by four beautiful girls in brocade, the anger of the masters disappeared in an instant.
Only the Lord God in the underworld can create such beautiful flowers!
Even taking a look at the budding buds, the masters even feel that they are blaspheming this sacred flower!
At the zenith of the moon, the world's most beautiful buds quietly unfolded, as lazy as a beauty after a nap, and the entire National Museum of Art suddenly became silent, and you could hear a needle drop.
I don’t know how long it took, but countless pairs of blazing eyes even saw the thick black writing on the petals. The slowly blooming green buds suddenly fell with a rich fragrance, and each petal fell quietly to the ground.
In the midst of the uproar, Master Titian stood up and picked up a petal with trembling hands.
The beautiful petals as big as a bowl are withering rapidly, but you can still clearly see a line of graceful Aegean characters of dancing dragons and phoenixes - "Your Majesty the King of Flowers for Eternity".
A slowly flowing dewdrop on the petals rolled onto the palm of Master Titian's hand, feeling clear and cold.
"These must be Qing Sang's tears." The art master who burst into tears was also so artistic in his thinking.
Tel Aviv, the land of ice and snow.
Snow particles and howling winds are raging across the vast white land, this is the hometown of cold.
On the endless snowfield, there are ice and snow houses that are three meters high and look like tombs. These igloos are made of huge ice bricks that weigh up to a thousand pounds at a time. They do not have the strength of the Berserkers from the North. Building a house like this is a dream.
Thick ice edges like swords hang down from the eaves, rime covers the sleigh, and the fat alyssum oil and lamp moss light up the lamp like a bean. No matter how strong the wind is, how crazy the snow is, I am persistent. The ground is bright.
The dark Tel Aviv berserkers, covered in snow-white bear skins and with bare chest muscles as strong as rocks, gathered on the vast glaciers in the surrounding fields. They stood against the blinding wind and ice and snow, looking up at the huge thick clouds falling from the clouds in the distant southern sky. Lightning, eyes of reverence.
These streaks of lightning were so dazzling in the dark night sky, like giant swords piercing the sky.
"This is the anger that only the God of Thunder can have!" An old berserker with blinded eyes, leaning on a cane, and wearing bird feathers and bone ornaments, looked south with his shriveled pupils. If he had eyes, his The look in his eyes must be as admiring as his tone: "Odin's envoy is calling for help from the loyal Tel Aviv Berserkers! We need to find our own envoy!"
Behemoth Kingdom, Shabak Royal City.
Greg.
His Majesty Thrall looked up at the vast starry sky with a livid face.
A huge thorn bird with a dreamlike blue light all over its body, dragging its long tail feathers that dissipated a little bit of fluorescence, fluttered its wings under the scented handkerchief, and scattered stars like rain.
The thorn bird raised its throat and sang a heartbreaking and sad cry, and finally disappeared in the moonlight, turning into wisps of flying blue stardust, just like the Hyper Galaxy falling into the Aegean.
In the history of Behemoth, only when the dragon priest Ke Qishi died in battle, this kind of vision appeared between heaven and earth. In "Hippo Epic", this is the so-called ---------- - "Swan Song of the Thorn Birds".
The lamentation of the thorn bird represents the death of a talented natural soul singer.
Greg.
His Majesty Thrall's whole body was cold.
Elder Cech, the flower spirit, is about to go into shock.
In the sky above the "Sea of Silence" in the basin valley, countless lightning pillars thicker than thousand-year-old trees snaked down one after another from the swirling black clouds, slamming into the sky with the momentum of Taimurraya's roof. In the camp of the Demon Air Force!
The dazzling silver thick electric pillar is also surrounded by green flames from hell. This is the sacrificial fire that comes from the depths of hell and burns the soul!
Amidst the dance of electric pillars all over the sky, twenty-four towering giants dressed in pure gold armor, with solemn and solemn faces, holding twenty-four golden bells, suddenly appeared from the horizon with colorful rays of light, bending together in front of the demon clan The queue turned into a sea of fire.
The Southern Cross Forest is as bright as day at this moment, and the dazzling light can cause instant blindness! The scorching heat is so intense that Elder Cech, who is still on the ground two miles away, covers his eyes with his hands, and feels a sense of numbness all over his body. The scorching feeling of burning!
Twenty-four overlapping seas of fire gathered into a vortex like an ocean current, spinning in a circle among the demon army, incinerating everything that could be burned, and erupting into a fountain of flames that shot up into the sky! The diameter of this fountain of flames was so large that it was shocking. It’s almost like I witnessed a volcanic eruption in ancient times!
At the same time, on the wetland below the Demon Air Force, giant vines as thick as Roman stone pillars broke through the soil on the ground, flew straight into the sky, and entangled every Demon warrior within reach!
These vines are covered with sharp wooden thorns as thick as wrists. The texture is neither gold nor iron, but it shines with a layer of coquettish green cold light, forming a sea of guns, one after another, piercing the sky and darkness, like the undersea king.
The giant tentacle suckers used by squids are like evil dragons coming out of their holes!
With their backs leaning against the fragrant handkerchief, a dazzling red flame fountain finally appeared in the sky, transforming into two beautiful women with their feet on their feet picking lotuses, gold rings on their hands, and a red mole between their eyebrows. The two women opened their eyes together.
, the sad eyes, crystal tears fell together with the petals all over the sky, slowly turning into nothingness, and finally dissipated into a red cloud on the horizon.
Although they are two miles apart, even if you just take a look at these "sizzling" lightning pillars, the swirling and rising flames, and the thorns and vines that lift up the ground and swim up to the sky like pythons, all of them are...
Elder He's heart will tremble.
Broken, blackened, pierced.
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Shining, hot, roaring.
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Meat scraps and blood flew like powder in the sky, and the devil laughed in the hell like a maniac in excitement!
This is no longer the basin and valley of the Ocean of Flowers, this is the slaughterhouse from the bottom of the abyss of hell!
Under the dim moonlight, a huge thorn bird flew through the sky, and its sad songs were finally spread to the world.
Beside Elder Cech, there was a thick and irreversible black shadow. In the illusory fluctuations, it gradually twisted and struggled to form a clear human shape.
The evening breeze blew away the black mist and the fishy smell in the air, and Liu Zhencheng suddenly appeared with his hands clenched in fists.
At this moment, all the wild flowers in the basin and valley were helplessly freed from the shackles of their pedicles, falling and withering.
Liu Zhenshao slowly released his right hand. In his cyan palm, which was tightly clenched due to nervousness, there was a round pearl and a shining pyramid-shaped gem.
In the center of the crystal clear gemstone, there is a scaled-down miniature Liu Zhenzhen. This little person is twisting violently, curling up his arms and legs, and moving mechanically.
A crack spread from the villain's head to his lower body, bursting open and turning into a pile of fragments.
The originally transparent and clear gemstone suddenly became dim and turbid at this moment, and countless bubble-like milky white mist filled the interior of the gemstone.
Finally, a pyramid-shaped white stone appeared in Liu Zhenhan's hand.
The "Kagarid Gem", a life-saving stone that is famous all over the world and that many people are crazy about, is ultimately just an ordinary stone.
It took a lot of effort for Elder Cech to twist his neck. His body was shaking violently, as if he had been soaked in the ice water of a cold pool for ten thousand years. His bloodless lips made the elder tremble as if he could belch at any time.
Old coffin.
"You are cruel enough..." Elder Cech finally couldn't control his violently cramped calves and sat down on the ground, looking at His Majesty Kao with fearful and helpless eyes.
Elder Cech could not help but be horrified. When His Majesty the King of Flowers grabbed him by the collar and snatched the "Kagarid Gem" from his hand before his head could react, he didn't even react.
What happened? Then he saw a tragic massacre artificially created in the sky two miles away!
Three Dread Lords!
A fallen angel!
Four Winged Demon Knights!
Ten skeleton dragon wizards!
Thousands of elite demon warriors!
Such a powerful force, all disappeared in this moment, not even the bone residue was left, only the blood mist as thick as mountain mist floating in the air was left!
"In order to distinguish myself from those who have trump cards and backing, I must be more ruthless and darker!" Liu Zhenshao chuckled and tucked the scrapped "Kagalid Gem" into his arms.
An Ruida on the side was panting violently, staring at Liu Zhenhan without blinking, full of disbelief---She didn't know who the Demon Air Force was, but she could feel it.
, how powerful is that group of menacing visitors! Is there anyone in this world who can kill them all in one face-to-face encounter?
Liu Zhenzhen raised his left hand, and the garbage bag on his quark multi-mercury glove caught the blood mist floating in the air. It condensed into bundles at a speed visible to the naked eye, quietly forming a long bloody dragon on his left arm.
Winding and circling.
"Why? Why?" Elder Cech still couldn't figure it out. His eyes were wide open and he murmured in disbelief, as if asking His Majesty Kao: "Why on earth is this! Impossible! How could there be a better person?"
The Monk Priest can kill so many powerful warriors... The combined power of these demons can kill three Saint Chios... How can it be possible to suddenly release so much magic..."
Liu Zhanchen didn't bother to care about this idiot. He was covered in cold sweat thickly on his back and it was a bit chilly now.
This time I really walked back and forth on the edge of a knife! Others looked at the scene with infinite scenery, but only Lao Liu himself understood in his heart how suspenseful this time was!
In the battle of Huye Ancient City, he witnessed countless Behemoth warriors dying tragically in the ant sea, and saw countless passionate sacrifices dedicating their lives. Liu Zhenshao, like any conscientious and bloody Behemoth, thought at that moment
Work hard!
If it hadn't been for that time, he would never have been able to comprehend the ultimate war song of the Behemoth Priest, "The Last Elegy----Nebula Chain Lightning"!
But having said that, he just thought about risking his life. After all, he was the one raising a family. If he didn't force him to do that, it wouldn't be the case.
Therefore, this war song of life became the only war song that he understood on his own but never announced it to the public. There was really no glory in publicizing this matter, and it couldn't be tested. It couldn't be sung to see.
Bar?
He had been claiming in Huye Ancient City that he would engage in inventions and creations when he returned to Feilengcui. In fact, his idea was the "War Song of Life Scroll", but this matter was a bit unrealistic. If the scroll killed him, it would be a joke.
After I came back, I happened to be busy with the fantasy beasts, so I didn't bother to start trial production for the time being.
Maybe even Liu Zhenshao didn't expect that the War Song of Life would actually come in handy one day ------- The opportunity that gave him an idea was a "Kagarid Gem"!
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