In the legend, Trithia has never had a fixed position. It is like an infinite peak that can swing anywhere and appear in any corner of the Pandora Plain...

In fact, it has always been there, but there is an invisible force field that can block the prying eyes and approach of the breath of life.

When the Canopy of the Dead comes over it, it will appear in the world, presenting its peerless appearance between heaven and earth that is not inferior to the Immortal Peak.

Without Feng Qinglang's order, the undead knelt down and prostrated on the ground one after another. Many of them were low-level undead who had lost their sense of autonomy. It was a kind of piety that came from the instinct of life. This was the belief of the undead, as if they were eager to use themselves.

This piety goes to awaken the legendary Tricia.

Thousands of people prostrated behind him, but only Feng Qinglang stood proudly at the front, looking up at Trisia. Its mountain top was lingering in the misty white smoke, filled with an otherworldly and sacred flavor.

Feng Qinglang didn't know what the gathering of faith could bring to Trisia, but he never hoped that it would bring strength to the other party. He coldly ordered: "Everyone stand up, and you are not allowed to kneel down."

The sound was not loud, but it resounded throughout the entire army. Under the command of the flags of the four divine envoys of the undead, the undead army with no end in sight reluctantly stood up again.

Feng Qinglang looked back and saw that their eyes were obviously empty, but they could still feel extremely fanatical piety. In fact, let alone them, even his own silver-gray blood, which was often restless at Trisia's feet, also suffered from this.

Gaining peace and calm, you can't help but feel friendly.

He took a deep breath and ordered the four undead envoys: "You guys stay where you are, I'll go up and have a look and ask the transport team to bring the holy weapon and follow me."

In order to destroy this place, Feng Qinglang directly moved out the sacred artifact of the undead and buried the "Chant of the God of Death" deep beside the Dead Sea. In order to control Xingqing, Feng Qinglang, who had done in-depth research on the ancient magic way, could naturally judge that this was actually

An astonishingly powerful ancient missile, which has been completely preserved, should be the backbone of the ancestors who created the world of the undead. If the world of the undead ceases to exist one day, we must use the chant of death to die together with our enemies.

Now, Feng Qinglang is going to use it to blow Trisia to the ground.

This specially appointed transport team is composed of the strongest skeleton warriors in the world of the undead. They have lost their intelligence and can faithfully execute orders. They are best suited to resist the legendary voice of temptation.

The journey to the top of the mountain was uneventful. The legendary seductive voice and mental attacks did not appear. Feng Qinglang breathed a sigh of relief and ordered the transport team to bury the Death Chant. A gentle wind blew in time.

Pass.

If the physical massage can make the body feel comfortable, then the mental massage can make the soul feel comfortable... This gust of wind, like a mental massage, makes Feng Qinglang's whole soul feel refreshed.

This kind of indescribable warmth is like returning home after traveling thousands of miles, and like the sweetest and most beautiful dream that can be clearly felt...

Feng Qinglang suddenly became vigilant, and a soft voice gently sounded in the depths of his mind: "You are lost, child."

The surrounding white smoke suddenly thickened, and Feng Qinglang saw that the chant of death had been buried. He held the controller tightly in his hands, looked for the way he came, and shouted in a low voice: "Transportation team, follow me, we will evacuate immediately."

In Feng Qinglang's life, the most significant moment was his escape from the world in a blink of an eye. His spiritual world had to go through many hardships and inhuman torture before he could get out of it. His mental defense was so strong that he felt it should be

The strongest part of his strength.

The soft voice sighed softly in the depths of his soul: "Alas, you have never walked out of the blink of an eye. What you have walked out of is just the day that keeps repeating in the blink of an eye. Everything you experience now is still in the past.

In the dream weaved by illusion..."

Feng Qinglang didn't stop at all, quickly passed through the white smoke and climbed down the mountain.

The soft voice continued: "People outside are constantly waking you up. If you don't believe it, just listen."

Above the sky, the voices of the gods seemed to be heard, but the voice was so familiar. It was Tang Rui's voice: "Qinglang, wake up quickly."

"It's okay. The genius training camp was attacked just now. It's okay now. Wake up quickly and don't scare me..."

The sound that could only appear in the depths of midnight dreams was now so clearly transmitted to his ears that Feng Qinglang couldn't help but stop for a moment. He was also a senior illusionist himself, so he naturally knew clearly that being addicted to

People who are unable to extricate themselves from the illusion world hear the outside world awakening them, which is similar to this oracular echo effect.

Listening to Tang Rui's whimpering in the sky, she seemed to be still talking to the people around her: "What did those ambushers do to him? What happened to him? His expression is so scary..."

This made Feng Qinglang unable to bear it any longer. She raised her head, as if she wanted to penetrate the undead sky in the distance above her head and see clearly whether there really was another real world above it.

"Calm down, many students in Tang Rui have fallen into the illusion of the ambushers. We are asking the telekinesis masters from the Dragon Clan to take action." This was a rich middle-aged male voice. Feng Qinglang recognized this voice.

The voice of a mentor at a talent training camp.

Feng Qinglang trembled her fingers in horror, how could Trisia steal the deep voice in my memory? If it can simulate Tang Rui's voice, then the mentor's voice, an existence that I have almost forgotten...

Just like an illusionist breaks into someone else's memory world, it's like a thief entering a house. The decorations placed in conspicuous places can certainly be easily seen, but if the owner of the house also treats some small items that have been thrown away as trash, the thief will

Why was it found inside the house?

unless……

What it said is true, I am still in the blink of an eye for a thousand years, and now I hear the voice of the real world waking me up.

This idea made Feng Qinglang's hair stand on end. He couldn't help but shouted coldly: "It's ridiculous. If this is the case, you are also a part of the millennium. Why would you remind me, and why would you help me?"

The soft voice was not irritated by the doubt at all, and still said calmly and gently: "There is a force that is free from time and space and life and death. It is only connected to the deepest instinct of everyone's subconscious, just like eyes that allow you to see the world.

, the subconscious survival instinct, let you hear me."
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