There was no ghost army behind him. Feng Zhan could tell just by looking back, and the surrounding fog had become very, very light. However, he was a little confused as to why he still couldn't get out of the fog. He no longer wanted to stay here any longer. , ten years later, even if he had enough patience, he could no longer tolerate it.
In this faint gray mist, the pointing needle of Feng Zhan's small map has lost its meaning. No matter where you go, there is not much difference. The days continue to pass like this. After walking tirelessly for a year, in On the verge of mental breakdown, he suddenly saw a ray of light.
In the gray fog, the flame of a lantern was beating continuously, like a spear, penetrating the endless gray fog. As if he was attracted, he walked there like a man possessed, surrounded by The fog seemed to change very quickly the moment the lantern appeared, although it was still gray fog.
For a few minutes, or maybe just a few seconds, Feng Zhan felt as if he had traveled across the distance of a galaxy. It was so far away and seemed like a world away. When he came to the place where the lantern was, he felt a little sad, because this lantern, and The one in Skeleton Hardy's hand is very similar, almost exactly the same, but strangely, it gives people a different feeling. It's like twins. Even if they are exactly the same, they will have different feelings in people's eyes. in mind.
Looking at the lantern on the ground, Feng Zhan didn't know why it appeared here, but he thought it might help him leave here. After all, Skeleton Hardy's lantern left a deep impression on him. It illuminated everything. Wherever there is light, there is constant howling.
However, when he was about to reach out to pick up the lantern from the ground, a dry hand suddenly appeared, and slapped the back of his hand with a snap. It was so painful that it made this place so painful. In the silent environment, the sound of him being slapped constantly echoed.
"Ouch!"
It’s not that Feng Zhan’s endurance is poor, it’s just that this dry little hand doesn’t seem to have much strength. It’s like being stepped on by a dinosaur. It’s the kind of stepping back and forth firmly, which affects every inch of skin. Even every blood vessel, every muscle, and every cell was damaged, but there was no blood loss.
Feng Zhan was shocked and jumped back. The blade and insect bone shield in his hand were ready to come out to protect himself. He started to look outside. There was something coming out of this place where he couldn't see anything. It must be that. Kind of terrifying.
His head slowly emerged from behind the insect bone shield, of course it was just his eyes, and in the direction he was looking, there was a clear sound of footsteps. It was very crisp, but it was very close, and it always felt like it was right in front of him. It's the same, but after a while, the footsteps will be very far away, and getting further and further away, as if they are running away.
Feng Zhan felt very weird. Could it be that his roar scared away the owner of the hand? Is he so awesome? But thinking about it, it was impossible. He just relied on himself for ten years to make the ghost Even though he had a super reaction ability that he had trained by killing countless people, he was still hit by that hand, and the pain was heartbreaking. He knew that that thing was definitely not easy to mess with. How could it be scared away by him?
But when I looked up, the footsteps were getting farther and farther away, and I couldn't even see a ghost. After a long time, I couldn't relax, and I felt very heavy, because damn since the footsteps just appeared. , for half an hour, the back of his neck has been covered with goosebumps. Something is blowing air-conditioning on him, which is almost scary to death. What's worse, his neck feels like it's been It's like cement has been poured, and you can't move at all.
At this time, he really couldn't help it. The scholar can't be killed, so I'll fight. The sharp blade in his hand hit the ground directly, and with a loud roar, a flame magic array with a diameter of 100 meters took shape, like a giant python coiled around it. , real scales quickly took shape, and a head appeared where Feng Zhan was.
With a terrifying roar, this giant python composed of black flames opened its mouth ferociously and rose into the sky. It stood upright with a body of a hundred meters long, and its mouth was full of sharp teeth. After reaching the highest point, He fell directly and fiercely downwards. The target seemed to be pointed directly at Feng Zhan, and they were almost going to die together. In fact, Feng Zhan also planned this. At worst, he would die once, go back and come out again. It's not like he couldn't afford to die. What's so great about a level? Just practice it and it'll be fine!
The black flame giant python was very fast, and it would land on Feng Zhan's head in the blink of an eye. At this moment, a voice behind Feng Zhan appeared who couldn't help but complain, "Young man, there's no need to be so excited. I’m kidding you, you can’t even play anymore, you’re such a kid!”
As he said that, the cold feeling behind Feng Zhan disappeared. You must know that even if Feng Zhan was in the flames at the moment, he could not eliminate that feeling. Unexpectedly, after the burning of the cauldron, it had completely disappeared.
But before he could be happy for a few minutes, the black flame giant python above his head froze. Feng Zhan looked up and saw that the giant python was sluggish, the flames all over his body extinguished and restrained, and then it seemed to freeze, or it was frozen. The cold breath made Feng Zhan shiver a little, but before he could be surprised, the giant python had already turned into ice crystals with a cracking sound, and fell into the mist bit by bit, looking very beautiful.
After brushing aside the ice crystals that fell on his shoulders, Feng Zhan could finally move his neck, but his heart twitched violently. A person appeared in front of him, an old man with a dry face that looked like a branch, with a beard that dragged the floor. , hair that reaches to the waist, all white, and there are many wrinkles on the face. It is not very dry, there is still some moisture, but the wrinkles seem to easily crush mosquitoes.
He is wearing a gray robe, but if you look closely, it may not be the color of the robe itself. It is just that there is too much dust and it is directly dyed. It is not known how long it has not been washed.
Even though this old man looked like this, he was quite astonishing. He was two meters tall, and he was as tall as a master, but he looked a little dry. He walked over very powerfully, with a shriveled face, Looking at Feng Zhan with a smile, he came to the front and said, "Little guy, aren't I just joking with you? As for being so excited, if the old handsome guy and I weren't capable enough, both of us would have died. hey-hey!"
Feng Zhan stared blankly at the old man who was approaching, and patted his shoulder gently with his hand. He really didn't dare to move, and could only wear a stiff smile on his face. He didn't know what to do, because he was right there. When the old man patted himself on the shoulder, he had a feeling that he was facing a ferocious beast, and he was just a little ant. If he wasn't careful, he would be patted to death.
"Young man, we are really destined!" The skinny old man said, walking around Feng Zhan, but what made Feng Zhan almost scream out was that the old man touched his butt behind his back, and even pinched him in circles. He took two handfuls, which made him feel cold in his heart. What did this old guy want to do?
When the old man came to him, Feng Zhan couldn't help but swallowed. Looking at the old man's smiling, or rather lustful eyes, Feng Zhan was already ready, intending to bite his tongue and commit suicide, but when he said the next sentence , the old man’s words directly made him more determined.
"Not bad, young man, he has a nice butt, and he has good touch. Hehe, I haven't seen you for a long time, old handsome guy!" The old man who always called himself "old handsome guy" said with a smile, Feng Zhan was so frightened that he was filled with excitement. Head sweating profusely.
Feng Zhan saw this old handsome boy pinching his face with his hands, and was about to yell on the spot, "Grandpa committed suicide without being insulted by you," but the old man's next words stopped him!
"Okay, young man, you are in good health. Let's get down to business!" the old handsome guy said, "Take out the things!"
I originally thought that the old man was going to do something to me, but the second half of the sentence made him confused. What are you taking? I can tell that the lantern is yours, but I haven't taken it yet. It seems that I have figured it out. Feng Zhan was confused as the old man continued to speak.
"Soul Crystal!"
When Feng Zhan heard this, he immediately realized it. He suddenly thought of the notes in the material, which mentioned a young old man. Looking at the old man in front of him, he thought that it might be him. He immediately said with a smile, "You need me." how much!?"
The old handsome boy frowned, "Why do you call me handsome boy... See what you mean, you have a lot!? Take them all out!"
Feng Zhan was a little surprised. This guy really didn't see anyone outside. He just always felt that he was under a low eaves. He had to lower his head and obediently took out all the savings he had worked hard for ten years. In an instant, they piled up into a mountain. Look. The old handsome guy was dumbfounded.
"You boy, you're really good, 20 million!" It seemed that the old handsome guy didn't expect that Feng Zhan could actually get so many things. He patted him on the shoulder, and then in front of Feng Zhan, he just gently He waved his hand, and the twenty million soul crystals clattered like running water, gathering into its hands. While an astonishing wave of energy erupted, a crystal clear light appeared, like a pearl. It was so ordinary that it even dispersed the surrounding fog.
It didn't last long, just for a moment, in the hands of the old handsome guy, twenty-one soul crystals like the sun appeared. They were small, but the light was as bright as the moonlight, far better than The sun, the old handsome boy's hand gently shook, they disappeared immediately, but there was still one left.
The old handsome boy looked at Feng Zhan with extreme excitement in his eyes, which made Feng Zhan's hair stand on end. What did this old boy want to do again? ?
"Young man, you are very good. You brought me what I wanted, so I will fulfill your wish. Tell me, what do you want!?" the old handsome guy said seriously.
"I want to go back to the world of Esgaia. I..." Feng Zhan paused. His statement seemed inaccurate. This is the world of Esgaia. Where else can he go back to? He should say that he is going back to the world of Esgaia. Go to the place where you were before, that is, where you were before you died.
But before he spoke, the old handsome guy nodded and smiled, "What a simple boy, I will fulfill your wish..." After saying that, he waved again, and the soul crystal in his hand instantly burst out with brilliance. The light directly turned this place into a sea of light.
The strong light stimulated this place, and a strange magic circle appeared on the ground and in the air. It had complicated patterns and reached into the sky in layers. Feng Zhan stood in it, like a cannonball that was stuffed into the barrel and fired. , after a while, he had already left the ground. In the flash, he looked at the old handsome guy getting further and further away, but he couldn't help shouting, "Do you know where I'm going? And you?" Why are you slapping my butt—"
