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 Lehmann of the Kingdom of France exhibited a famous flower he recently collected at the National Art Museum of Micron Florence, the "green sac flower", and invited all the art masters of Micron Florence.
Come and enjoy this stunning beauty together.
"Green bag flower" is rare in the world. According to legend, it blooms only on the night of the full moon in midsummer every year, and then wilts in 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 masterpiece "The Saint" and traveled thousands of miles to arrive at the National Museum of Art in Micron City this evening.
In order to see the beauty of the legendary "Poetry Flower" with his own eyes - unfortunately, Master Titian has been living in seclusion in the mountains for nearly two years in order to create, and has rejected several kind invitations including Pope Paul and Martini.
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Like all masters, Master Titian tried his best to endure his anger before he finished listening to Prince Lyman's endless introduction of how he led the knights' retinue, how he defeated the ferocious monsters, and how he climbed up the cliff and dug back this tree.
Minghui’s experience.
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 much time has passed, but countless pairs of blazing eyes have even seen the thick black writing on the petals. The green buds that bloomed slowly suddenly fell with a rich fragrance, and petals 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 text 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 bursts into tears is also so artistic when he thinks.
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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 a thousand pounds each. They do not have the ladder-like strength of the Northern Berserkers.
Building a house like this is a dream.
Jianyi's thick and sweet ice ridges hang down from the eaves, fog pines cover the sled, and the fat alyssum oil and lamp moss light up the lamp like a bean, regardless of how strong the wind is or how crazy the snow is.
, persistently bright.
The dark Tel Aviv Berserker, covered in snow-white bear skin and with bare chest muscles as strong as a rock, focused on the vast glaciers in the surrounding fields. Against the blinding wind and ice and snow, he looked up at the huge thick rocks 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 has!? An old berserker with blind eyes, leaning on a cane, and wearing bird feathers and bone ornaments, looked at the south with his shriveled pupils. If he had eyes, he would
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.
His Majesty Greg Salle looked up at the vast starry sky with a livid face.
A huge thorn bird, with its whole body emitting blue light as if connected by mountains and rivers, dragging its long tail feathers that dissipated little bits of fluorescence, fluttered its wings and flew under the fragrant handkerchief, scattering stars like rain.
The thorn bird raised its throat and sang a heartbreaking and sad cry. Finally it dissipated in the moonlight and turned into wisps of subtle blue stardust, just like the Hyper Galaxy falling into the Aegean.
In the history of Behemoth, this kind of vision only appeared between heaven and earth when the dragon sat and watched Keqishi die in battle. In the "Hippo Epic", this is the so-called "Swan Song of the Thorn Bird".
The lamentation of the thorn bird represents the death of a talented natural soul singer.
Greco; His Majesty Salle is cold all over.
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, 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, and they bent down together to watch the magic.
The clan queue turned into a sea of fire.
The Southern Cross Forest is as bright as day at the moment, and the dazzling light can cause instant blindness! The scorching heat is so intense that even two miles away, Elder Cech is still on the ground. He covers his eyes with his hands, and his whole body feels like he is being burned.
The burning feeling!
Twenty-four overlapping seas of fire gathered into a whirlpool 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 made
Many people have witnessed volcanic eruptions in ancient times.
At the same time, on the wetland below the Demon Air Force, giant vines like 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 bottom of the sea.
The giant tentacle suckers of the king squid are like evil dragons coming out of their holes!
With their backs leaning on the fragrant handkerchief, the dazzling red flame fountain finally turned 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 at the same time.
Eyes, 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 thorny vines that lift up the ground and swim up to the sky like pythons,
Elder Cech's heart will tremble.
Broken, burnt, pierced...
Shining, hot, roaring...
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 across the sky, and finally spread a sentimental song to the world.
Beside Elder Cech, there was a thick, indestructible 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 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, then exploded violently and turned into a pile of fragments.
The originally transparent and clear gemstone suddenly turned cloudy at this moment, and countless bubbles of 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 the 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 like he was burping at any time.
Fucking old coffin.
"You are cruel enough..." Elder Cech finally couldn't control his violently twisted calf and sat down on the ground, looking at His Majesty Kao with a panicked look in his eyes.
Elder Cech could not help but be frightened. 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 did not even react.
What was going on here, and 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 be different from the trump card and the people with backing, I must be more ruthless and darker!" Liu Zhenshao chuckled and tucked the scrapped "Kagarid 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 Magic Air Force was, but she could feel how big that group of menacing visitors were.
Amazing! There is someone in this world who can kill them all in one meeting!
Liu Zhenzhen raised his left hand, and the garbage bags inlaid with quark multi-mercury gloves caught the blood mist floating in the air, condensed into bundles at a speed discernible to the naked eye, and quietly formed 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 can it be possible?
A Behemoth Priest can kill so many powerful warriors...the combined power of these demons can kill three Saint Qios...How could it be possible to suddenly release so much magic..."
Liu Zhensha was too lazy to care about this fool. He broke out in a thick cold sweat on his back and felt a little 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 of risking his life at that moment!
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 - Star-Quicking Chain Lightning"!
But then again, 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 matter.
Therefore, this battle song of life became the only battle song that he understood on his own but never announced it to the public. There is really no glory in publicizing this matter, and it cannot be tested. It can't be sung to see, right?
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"!