At this time, the world finally turned into nothingness, and the lava, crystal wall fragments, and tornadoes all gradually merged into the darkness and became part of the endless darkness.

Now, the three of them are just stepping on the darkness. If they can't make sounds, they really wonder if they are just a part of the darkness.

Feng Qinglang's fingers crossed the darkness, and a fire light lit up from his fingertips, becoming the only light in the world.

Unger couldn't help but wonder: "This is a ruined world. There are no rules anymore. Why can there still be light?"

Feng Qinglang said calmly: "Suppose that all the gods in a world have left and there are no rules... Then, we are the creation gods now, and the rules we formulate are brand-new rules for this world. I say there must be light,

There will be light naturally.”

This time, not only Unger fell into deep thought, but even Utanara also frowned slightly and fell into thinking, seeming to gain something from it.

So, she also tried to summon light, and her fingers also crossed the darkness, but she couldn't even draw any sparks. She couldn't help but said angrily: "Why can't I do it?"

"Because I was the first to summon the light, so the light godhead belongs to me." Feng Qinglang's fingertips touched Utanara's fingertips, and tapped lightly, passing the dazzling flames to the other person's hand.

It's really eye-catching.

The moment her fingertips touched, Utanara's body trembled inexplicably, just like a string in her heart that was lightly flicked at this moment, and like the altar in the center of the lake in her heart, which suddenly also trembled.

Light a flame... For a moment, she forgot to answer.

Feng Qinglang pursed her lips. What he didn't tell the other person was that this was a world after a thousand years of collapse. It was not an ordinary godless place. In this world, when the crystal wall was intact, if the illusionists' abilities were infinite,

It can completely replicate everything in the outside world, and it is not comparable to the ordinary illusion world.

So, even here, it is not easy to re-establish the rules? If it were the illusion world after the general collapse, he would have already spread the light.

Utanara suddenly said nervously: "I kind of understand why it was so easy for gods to fall in love at the beginning of the creation of the world?"

Unger realized: "Is it because the light in the darkness is so touching?"

"No, it's just because there are too few people and there are basically no choices..."

Feng Qinglang smiled bitterly and said: "Follow me closely and I will try to take you away."

He was too familiar with everything here. Walking along this street to the end, there was the location of the sculpture. Of course, there were no streets, no buildings... only boundless darkness. He could only walk through it with memory, but Feng

Qinglang knows that the sculpture is still there, even if the world collapses, it will still be there

That light leads the way in front, and Feng Qinglang's not-so-tall back is now so majestic in the eyes of Anger and Wutanala. It is not that they have never been alone in the darkness, but the darkness after the world collapsed is another

This completely different kind of desolation and depth always arouses some of the fear that only children have, as if in the deep darkness around them, a claw or something strange will suddenly stretch out and snatch themselves away, and they will fall into darkness forever...

…

Because the silent feeling of suffocation was too strong, Utanara was already following Feng Qinglang, while Anger was left behind. This made the illusionist feel a little embarrassed. At the end of this mysterious experience, the tour guide was actually

The tourists were led away.

"Hey, can you walk faster?" Utanaela bumped into Feng Qinglang's back again and couldn't help but protest.

"There is some space turbulence around..."

As soon as Feng Qinglang said these words, the dejected state of the two people suddenly turned into trembling, as if they were walking on thin ice. Feng Qinglang couldn't help but smiled and continued: "But I'm not sure... maybe it's a way of exiting the chaos after the collapse.

There is exclusivity, but... I don’t know if stepping into those turbulent currents will return to our original world."

It was meant to be comforting, but it made the two of them feel horrified for no reason.

Feng Qinglang stopped again and whispered: "Follow closely, there is a space turbulence, let's go around it."

For the two of them, the road ahead was pitch black, and they didn't know how Feng Qinglang could identify the turbulence, but he still followed Feng Qinglang's every step and avoided the void. Anger felt that the last thing he wanted to do was to save face.

Putting it down, I pulled up a ribbon of Utanala's fluttering dress, treating it as a spiritual connection, just like a child crossing the road, following her faithfully.

The further he walked, the stronger the feeling of suffocation became. Utanala exhaled hard, feeling that he had to say something to distract his attention, and said: "Hey, who is that? What kind of illusion is here? Why?

Will there be a sculpture of De Allen? What kind of illusionist did the voice coming from above at the end seem to be that he thinks very highly of himself?"

Feng Qinglang said: "There are too many questions and I can't hear you clearly. Which one do you want to ask? Ask them in order."

Utanara said: "Tell me first what kind of illusion it is, it seems to be very powerful."

Feng Qinglang said: "Uh... remember the first question is not this."

"...Which one? This is the first question?"

"Well, my name is Wen Ruyu, a humble gentleman, gentle as jade."

"What's your name? What's the philosophical meaning of your name? What I want to ask is, what kind of illusion is this?"

"Uh... there's space turbulence again."

During the messy conversation, they finally came to the location of the sculpture again. Sure enough, De Allen's sculpture was still standing tall.

After getting this confirmation, Feng Qinglang suddenly realized that ordinary illusions use the spiritual sea of ​​the illusionist as the main battlefield, but in the blink of an eye, the spiritual sea of ​​the person being cast is the main battlefield, and then the real world is transformed.

Copied in, it became known as the most powerful illusion in history.

In order not to scare the two people behind him, Feng Qinglang, who possesses the world-shattering light godhead, decisively shielded the sculpture from view. In the eyes of Anger and Wuyanala, it was still a deep darkness.

"Hey, why are you in a daze? Could it be that when you raise your head, what you see is not darkness?" Usuanala doesn't like anything she sees now.

Feng Qinglang turned around and found that the two of them also raised their heads, and couldn't help but smile: "Your Excellency Anger, try to sense the spiritual channel you originally assumed, is it still there?"
Chapter completed!