MTL - Arcane Age-Chapter 624 Postscript 3 Shenzhou

"You have really made a decision? The dragon lock is a product outside the world of Orient. Even with my current ability, it can't be cracked." Xi Wei is serious about the young black-haired youth who appear in front of him. Said: "You were born in Oulent, and Shenzhou is just the home of your ancestors. Your arcane points have exceeded 300,000, and there is a very deep research in the current mainstream magic school. Stay in Violet, you will take one step. Step onto the pinnacle of this world."

"Thank you for your cultivation, Xiwei Tutor!" The young black-haired youth is Yang. Today, he is over forty years old, but the passing of the years seems to be still on him, quiet as water and calm.

Although Yang did not develop a new electromagnetic field like Meryl and promoted it to become a magical scholarship, his roots were firmly entangled, thick and thin, and in the last ten years in the Olympics. The two major journals of "Science" and "Magic" have published a large number of papers that are innovative and very research-worthy. They are hailed as "very enlightened encyclopedias" in the next 20 years.

"Shenzhou is my home country. I still remember that when I was young, my mother was still in a dream country even at the moment when her illness was about to die. I must go to Shenzhou and his party!"

"Well, I respect your choice!" Xiwei threw a shining silver moon imprint: "This diamond contains the breath of Ms. Yin Yue, with which you can enter the dragon lock, but want to re-enter It takes a hundred years to recharge!"

The Shenzhou under the cover of the dragon is completely different from the different world of Orient, and this "Dragon" is a powerful presence at the level of the glory. His ranks and forces are far beyond the world of the Orient. The specifications of the creator and the genius Eruna, so Shenzhou is the existence that Xiwei always wants to explore but can't touch.

Only Yang, who is the blood of the gods in the body, can be locked in Shenzhou with the least price.

"A hundred years?" Yang Zhengzhong took over this silver moon imprint. Even in a hundred years, even a legendary spellcaster of the nine rings is a long time. It is out of Oulent's arcane theory and era that he is likely to be developed at a high speed. Abandoned, this is a near unbearable price.

However, Yang still strengthened his heart, because Shenzhou had already instilled in his world the world in his soul when he was still a blind child. It was the country he had to set foot on, and he had to go through it. a period of life.

"Before you leave, you can go to Junshibao and ask for a glimpse of the big master." Xiwei sighed: "Hua is easy to die. For a hundred years, you and me are just a journey of life. I hope that when you see you again, you can give I bring more surprises."

Yang did not answer, but the extremely solemn knees and knees, and marched to Xiwei in accordance with the traditional Chinese etiquette.

In his mind, Xiwei is the most respectable teacher, completely changing his original life trajectory.

"Get up, do you still need these rituals between you and me?" Xiwei broke the sad feeling of parting: "Next time, you must bring your wife and children, there are already many people who suspect that your sexual orientation is not normal. !"

Yang Lan smiled. He just put all his time and energy into magic and arcane.

Junshibao, Yunzong Zong, Jinding.

"I finally waited for this day!" The famous master of the world, Liu Yun, sighed: "My old man, want to return to China, and be buried in my hometown!"

"Master!" A group of Yunxiao sects mournfully screamed, wanting to retain the Grand Master.

"I have decided to pass, and after three days, I will pass on the master of Yunxiao to your master!" Liu Yunyu looked at the east on the top of the golden dome. His eyes were full of expectations and memories: "I don't know Jinling Yangliu, is it like the past?" I don't know if the white tide on the river is still taking the dyke. I don't know how the desert is solitary, the snow mountain sand city, what is it like today? I don't know how old he is, and now the geometry of the world?"

It has been more than a hundred years since he came to Oulante from Shenzhou. He has exhausted countless ways to return to China, but he can't do it at all. I did not expect that I have come to the next year of my life, but I have the opportunity to return to China. This time he will never miss it.

Three days later, Yang and Liu Yunyu set foot on the eastbound road, passing through the Hulun prairie where the orcs were located. After a thousand miles of desert, the mysterious dragon was locked.

Yang took out the silver moon imprint, which instantly turned into a bright moonlight, and rushed into the lock of the dragon, as if he heard a dragon and dragon, and the dragon lock opened a gap in front of the two.

Yang and Liu Yunqi quickly stepped into it, and the lock was quickly closed again.

"A hundred years ago, before I left China, the world was just settled. The emperor of the emperor was enthroned, the capital of Jinling, the national security of the country, and now it should still be Zhujiatian. I don’t know the old friends of that year, how many people are still there?" Re-entering the Shenzhou, the clouds The old body has regained its vitality. Although the Yunzong was established in Orient and the Tao was passed down, Orient was always the second home in his heart.

"The strength here is unexpectedly thin!" Yang slightly frowned: "I am afraid that your old friend, it is difficult to have longevity!"

"Yeah, I was already one of the best in the world before the Westbound. In Orient, it was only a legendary rank. I can make a great master. It is also the result of the challenge of the heroes in the game. It is the sentiment after being promoted to the great master." The smile in the eyes of the clouds also converges: "After a hundred years, the world is more inferior, and the heroes of China may be more dying!"

"The big masters don't have to worry. Before leaving, the Xiwei instructor gave me a gift." Yang carefully took out a group of blue smog, dotted with countless stars, with a fascinating power.

"This, is this the source of the world?" Flowing clouds were shocked.

"Yes, the West Wei mentor intercepted the world of Orient's world and built it into a complete small world. It is an artifact-level artifact. In my opinion, the West-dimensional instructor has already surpassed the gods and will surely achieve the Creator in the future! Yang said with emotion: "This small world that accommodates a variety of world sources will be planted in Shenzhou. Not only will it be able to restore the strength of the world, but it will also show you the completeness of both of us. I have determined to create a school in China." Violet, teach arcane magic!"

"Good! Although I am old, I have to find a good talent, and pass down the road of 'mountain and sea'. I don't let Xiaoyou specialize in the front!" The clouds are full of enthusiasm, and the distant mountains are straight into the sky. "This mountain is called Kunlun. I have an old friend who says 'Happy', but I can go to the guest!"

However, when you go by the way, you will be defeated, and there will be no happy people on the Kunlun Mountain. There is only one tomb named Xiaoyao.

Flowing in the clouds, drinking three glasses in front of the old friend's tomb, and Yang went east with him and went directly to the Central Plains.

However, after a hundred years have passed, Shenzhou is no longer a memory of the Shenzhou. The sharp decline of the heavens and the earth has caused a sharp decline in the strength of the practitioners, and even began to gradually become secularized and attached to the rulers.

What is even more horrifying is that the majority of the Chinese territory has been in drought for a long time. The people have risen up and down, and the war has been frequent. The aliens took the opportunity to detain and have already entered the Central Plains. They are drinking Dajiang and want to completely enslave China.

All the way to see the hungry, the blood is full of sky, its tragic degree is no less than the turbulent year of Orient.

Flowing clouds to the famous mountains and rivers, visiting the old martial art of the old friends, but only harvested disappointment again and again.

"You are a god? It is impossible. The Central Plains is already a myth of a hundred years ago. How can you live to the present?"

On the East Island, the descendants of the East were asked in disbelief.

"There is a whole truth, Fengzheng is safe in the world, Zhu is out of the world, the world is in chaos, and the crowds are competing with each other. Nowadays, the Emperor of the Golden Emperor is the best in the world, and the real dragon is the best in the world, and it is the best in the world!"

In the fragrant incense, in the glorious Taoist palace, the "Prime Minister Tian Tian Dao Da Tian Shi" in a gold-colored purple robe, when the North really, the grandson said with a sigh of relief.

"I don't want China to have a catastrophe, I don't want the old friends and future generations to be so brazen!" The fascinating and desperate flow of clouds and anger is out of the Tianshi Palace, one palm photographed, the mountain river trembles, the Tianli Temple Turned into a hill market.

"As today, the mountains and rivers have fallen into the hands of the barbarians. The last descendants of Zhu's family have already gone out to sea. The Jin people and the traitors are rounding up. We must go to save the last emperor!"

Cape End, the southernmost point of the Chinese mainland, here is the end of the sky, the sea of ​​the corner, the most wild place, but even if you escape here, the pursuit behind him still did not give up.

The most sinister and sinister is not the Golden Man, but the former Five Army Governor. This **** traitor sold the loyal emperor and all the imperial subjects, and sold the last blood of the Sun and Moon Empire to the Golden Man. The credit.

"Your Majesty! This is already the end of the earth, and there is no escape!" An old man who was soaked in sweat and sweated his clothes was full of despair: "This day, the sun and the moon, the old minister is powerless to go back to heaven!" Hit the boulder, the blood splashed three feet.

The last emperor wore a red shirt. He was only eight or nine years old. He looked very handsome, but he was not as stubborn or simple as an ordinary child. Even if he was in a desperate situation, he still tried to stand up straight because he was the last of the Sun and Moon Empire. The emperor is also the last blood of Zhu.

Behind the black pressure, the pursuers have approached, and the loyal guards have all fallen. The emperor Zhu saw greed and ambition in their eyes and wanted to exchange their heads for their tops.

Emperor Zhu bite the bite, he has already pointed his heart with a gold plaque, and the blood of the heavens will never be allowed, and he will never surrender!

Just then, there was a proud figure standing above the sky, and the clear voice echoed on the beach: "The ungrateful, the wolf-hearted dog, the death!"

The thunder of heaven and the sky descended from the sky, like a miracle.

The emperor looked up at the sky in surprise, only to see a gentle, full of books and stalwart figure ~www.novelbuddy.com~ Is he the thunder of heaven? Is it that God can’t bear to overthrow the Shenzhou and deliberately save the Sun and Moon Empire? ”

Yang descended from the sky, gently pulling the little emperor from the beach and whispering to her: "You are the last sun and moon emperor? Can you let me know your name?"

Yes, not him but her.

"Yu Wei!" The little emperor bowed his head and said a reddish look.

Yang clenched a small hand, the little girl named Zhu Youwei, who had excellent magician talent and was the last emperor of the Sun and Moon Empire. It was a perfect collaborator.

He looked at her: "Would you like to change the world with me, let the banner of the sun and the moon be inserted in the state of China, and let the people of Shenzhou embark on a new glory?"

Zhu Youwei nodded again and again, and when he showed the miracle descending from the sky, she had completely trusted him.

"Look, this is the arcane, the power to change the world!" The blue smog circulated at Yang's fingertips, and the next moment dissipated and merged into the whole of China.