Watchtower snorted angrily. Even Master Mian could not deal with his endless city wall so lightly. Watchtower became more powerful, but his heart was as quiet as the lake water around him. He continued to gallop forward with the sword on his waist. After unsheathing it, the endless city tower suddenly shone with the light of law and tightened towards Feng Qinglang. If Feng Qinglang has not yet entered the peerless world, he believes that the world in front of him must be surrounded by endless tall towers. But now, he can clearly see that the sword handed by Wanglou from the tower is aimed at his own. There was no murderous intent between the eyebrows, the intention was obviously to strike across Feng Qinglang's face. This sword is as fast as thunder, full of clanging grievance, and he has practiced it countless times in secret. This is the sword he has learned after defeating countless tenacious and powerful opponents. It is perfectly integrated with the tower and cooperates with himself. With his bravery and unrelenting courage, he believed that Feng Qinglang must put away his casual look and deal with it seriously. But just as the long sword was about to swipe across Feng Qinglang's face, Feng Qinglang, who had been retreating, changed his moves at the last moment. Normally, one party would be prepared to move, and temporary changes of moves would be taboo, but Feng Qinglang didn't even see it. Far-fetched, with just one step, he crossed the towers, crossed the edge of the long sword, leaned in front of the watchtower, and lightly bumped into the watchtower's shoulder. Wanglou suddenly let out a miserable groan, and flew away from the ground with his sword, falling with a bang more than ten meters away. Feng Qinglang commented: "Wanglou, this sword was made by me, right? You must be proud of it. , but because of your deliberate actions, it seems that this sword is completely outside the rules of the tower, making the tower no longer pure Under the bright moon, Wanglou's face turned pale, and he carefully recalled the other party's two comments. Although he wanted to refute, but I have to admit that the other party got to the point. He sheathed his sword, nodded slightly, snorted, turned around, and disappeared into the distance of the night, where Riino and others were waiting for the result. Seeing the watchtower dodge away, Hao Xiaxue was about to catch up, but Li Yinuo stopped him and said: "Let him be quiet." Oslen also said: "The war is coming. It is a good thing for him to be frustrated in his pride and regain his peace of mind." "One piece." Three days later, the entire system, headed by the large magic pattern, underwent its first running-in operation. The whole process was considered successful, and the Feiyu Islands cheered as if they had won a victory. Feng Qinglang frowned slightly, hid in the tent alone, and spread out the flow chart on the large table. He always felt that something went wrong. The arrival of that day is getting closer and closer. Their plan may seem grand, but it also has a very low error tolerance. Once there are any irreparable loopholes, everyone will be doomed. Suddenly, if something moved in his heart, he couldn't help but turn around and saw a man wearing an elf costume. He didn't know when he was standing behind him, looking closely at the architectural diagram with him, but the brim of his hat was too high. It's so low that I can't see clearly what his expression is. Feng Qinglang frowned even more. The elf reinforcements arrived yesterday. To be honest, they have missed the most important running-in period. Their coming has a more symbolic meaning than practical significance. This guy can come to him without anyone noticing. Behind him, it seems that he is a great master, but it is somewhat inconsistent with the etiquette of the elves for him to break into other people's camps without permission. "It's not as smooth as imagined. Is it because the final part of the illusion didn't simulate the real fleeting millennium at all?" Unexpectedly, it was the man who spoke first. It was a voice with a slight vicissitude, and the pronunciation It was an unusually standard Alans accent. Feng Qinglang's heart moved, and she returned to the architecture diagram, and found that it was indeed the case. Illusion was the most critical part of the entire plan. All magic patterns provided mental power for the illusionists. As a result, when it came to the run-in, it came to the illusionist stage, because there was no The test subjects can only simulate ordinary scenes in the illusion world, and cannot simulate real mental consumption at all. No wonder I always feel that there are loopholes. I just need to choose a strong person to simulate. Well, I don¡¯t know if His Excellency Dong Ditian will support this. Plan, otherwise Beavis seems to be quite easy to talk to This man can point out the key at a glance, and he must be a senior expert in the elf world. Remembering that he is still there, he hurriedly stood up and bowed slightly in greeting. The elf man lifted the hood on his head and walked to the table nearby, where various sealing instruments were neatly placed. He picked up one of them, which was a sapphire the size of a baby's fist, and sighed softly: "The volcano Heart, before you know it, a thousand years have passed" Feng Qinglang's heart trembled, and she looked at the other party in disbelief. The heart of the volcano is the instrument that seals the Burning Sky Flame, but the person who sealed it is Behind the hood is a piece of paper and a half Even though the traces of time have been written on the elf's face, he is still extremely handsome. Even if his face is full of nostalgia, he still cannot erase the warmth like the winter sun in his expression. This face, in this world, appears in various versions of history books, the main entrances of various museums, the central sculptures of various cities, and various legendary illustrations. Feng Qinglang felt his heartbeat quicken after a long absence. This legendary man was called Cronus, when people sing about him, they prefer to call him??As Nu Lang, one of the most dazzling legends thousands of years ago, I didn't expect that he was still alive, and he quietly joined the inconspicuous elf team and came here Nu Lang put down the heart of the volcano and picked up the other ones. He looked at the tools carefully and said with a chuckle: "In your eyes, do you feel that I should be integrated with them? I should be a mark of history, and should not be standing in front of you alive, right?" Feng Qinglang bowed again He paid his respects, this time more solemnly and formally, and said with a serious face: "I have met the sage Cronus." Nu Lang shook his head slightly, indicating that there was no need to be formal, and said: "A few years ago, I returned to the land of Nirvana, a thousand years ago , there used to be a prison, and even Allen once squatted in it. Thousands of years later, it was already a military town. The important thing is that there is a private museum of mine there, just to commemorate me and not like Allen or Munot. Lin's messy things" "Uh" "There is a bronze statue of me there. I mean a separate bronze statue. You know, for the usual bronze statue, I have to stand honestly with Allen. Not to mention how frustrated I feel Hehe, many people who come here will bow to the bronze statue seriously, just like you did just now" "Alas, I am not Allen, I still You're alive, okay? Your eyes shouldn't be in admiration" Feng Qinglang smiled bitterly. It's not easy to talk about such a topic. You can't agree to say, yes, a great being like you shouldn't. Things as messy as Allen's always stand together as various bronze sculptures. Nu Lang smiled gently and said: "Okay, I know that this weird old man like me has left a psychological shadow on you. Now, take me to see him. ""