Chapter 2170

"I was thinking... Is all this true?" Yang Fengfeng pillowed his arm and looked at the blue sky through the mottled gap.

Qin LAN strangely tilted her head and didn't understand.

"If time and space were not chaotic and history did not overlap, what should I be doing now and what would I experience? Who would I meet, where would I die, and the day I die... Does Fairy Island still exist?" Yang Fengfeng suddenly sighed, in a trance, and even felt that these were all a dream.

Although Qin Ming mentioned the chaos of time and space to him many times, his short words in the chaos somehow poked his heart. For Qin Ming, this era has actually passed. In terms of age, all people and Demons here have actually died for more than 10000 years.

I have died once in history, in the late stage of this era, under the tusks of the black dragon. Like the elves, empresses and ancient trees in the Fairy Island, all spirits are slaughtered, controlled, enslaved and played by the human and demon races. Those familiar faces, everything familiar, will become broken one day.

Yang Fengfeng looked at the sky as if she had seen history, the scene of her death, the scene of fierce fire and mourning in the Fairy Island, the despair and grief of the fairy queen being suppressed, and her resentment against the world.

"What do you want to say?" Qin LAN understood, but couldn't understand.

Yang Fengfeng looked at the sky for a long time and whispered to himself, "I've died once, this time... I want to die another way."

"What?"

"If this is really a dream, I will try my best to make it true. If all this is true, I will use all I have to protect everything I should protect and give it a perfect ending." Yang Fengfeng lowered his eyes, looked at Qin LAN in front of him and said silently, "my queen."

Qin LAN looked at him for a moment, turned and left. He didn't understand.

Yang Fengfeng raised his eyes again and looked at the sky: "another way to die... Another way to die... People who have died once are afraid of death. Just use my flesh and blood as the wall of the Fairy Island. Empress... Believe me..."

The white tiger under the old tree was not easy to be quiet for a while. Qin LAN came back playfully, sat on its neck, hummed a tune, grabbed its hair and braided it.

The white tiger shook his head helplessly.

Qin LAN patted it gently: "Xiaobai, don't move, ha, my sister dressed you up."

The dense forest is quiet, the air is humid, but it is filled with rich spiritual power. The old trees are vigorous, the branches fall, and the half covered boulders are covered with moss. Clusters of spiritual grass and wild flowers sway in the breeze, shaking the natural smell of fragrance.

Occasionally, the roar of beasts came from afar, accompanied by a loud rumble, not fighting, but predation. There are birds of prey flying over the sky, with sharp cries piercing the ear like gold cracked stones. There are also groups of spirit birds, with a clear sound of spirit bait.

Everything is natural, wild and vibrant.

But

I don't know when, the normal roar of animals and birds suddenly became intense and dense, and the occasional rumble became dull. It was not in one place, but in many places and directions.

Yang Fengfeng and Bai Hu were alert immediately. Ning Mei felt it for a while, rose up and looked into the distance.

"Moo..."

A wild bull roared, spread for tens of miles, and the evil fire soared to the sky. A huge red bull, more than 50 meters high and 100 meters long, knocked down a mountain and ran wildly on boulders, savage and irritable, carrying magma and wrapped in fire.

It was a fire demon cow. It was an ancient demon species in the wasteland battlefield. It existed for a long time. It was full of Warcraft blood. It was domineering and ferocious. Its hooves were treading on the flame, and its whole body was bathed in the fire. Its red fur was like silk satin, flashing red light and rushed into the distance.

Behind it are tens of thousands of magic cattle, all of the same species, trampling on magma, boiling fire, and rushing out of the Cangmang mountains with it. A large number of beasts in the mountains were disturbed and fled in a hurry. Even many Zerg hiding underground were frightened by the pouring magma, rushed out of the stratum and fled in all directions.

"Roar!!"

A golden lion fell from the sky and landed in a large herd of pigs. It roared majestically. Its fur was shiny and golden glow flowed up and down. It didn't look like a normal lion, but had a body close to human. It walked upright, up to 50 meters high. There was a big horn in the center of its eyebrows, a flash of lightning and a pair of blood red eyes.

The pigs were in chaos, whining and roaring. They are a unique demon family in the wasteland battlefield. They are called violent Liao pigs. They are grumpy. Once they are frightened or feel the threat of death, they will expand rapidly, release all their forces and explode directly.

When the golden lion, a terrible demon king, suddenly appeared among them, hundreds of fierce tusk pigs expanded rapidly, rushed up against it one after another, and exploded in mid air or in impact, with blood and bones flying. But the seemingly terrible explosion did no harm to the golden lion.

The Golden Lion galloped violently, the ground cracked in pieces within a radius of more than ten miles, thousands of cracks spread, thick dust collapsed, and swallowed up a large number of fleeing fierce tusks.

"Roar..."

A roar shook the sky. No matter in the sky or in the vast mountains, you can hear the huge sound. Many beasts were soft, and a large number of raptors flew in panic. Even many Terran mounts seemed to be disobedient, like chaff, lying on the ground and shivering.

It was a Cangshan vulture, huge as clouds, flying across the sky. Its hair was as hard as steel, emitting overwhelming ferocity. Its pale eyes were like two secluded pools, like trying to pull people's souls in. When its wings soared hundreds of meters, it set off a hurricane, roaring and raging, spreading out like a huge spear.

"Oh..."

A roar like a giant wolf and a fierce tiger made heaven and earth turbulent. A huge war mastiff covered with purple electricity rushed out of the dark crack of the earth. The dust and fog were towering, and the purple thunder was surging. It was very huge. It had a momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers. It suddenly soared into the air and ran thousands of meters away. It landed on a huge mountain and burst into a thunder tide rising into the sky.

Terrible monsters appeared one after another from the sleeping secret place, emitting a terrible momentum, roared wildly, ran around, disturbed the dense forest, drove away the beasts and spirits everywhere, and formed a riot scene one after another. With their rampant madness, the scope of the riots became larger and larger. They appeared like viruses in the vast rainforest, spread rapidly and became a large area.

The earth trembled, rumbled, the mountains shook, and the dust was flying. All kinds of beasts fled everywhere, ranging from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands, and then hundreds of thousands. They were in chaos, whether underground or in the jungle, in the sky, or even in the river tide.

In just half an hour, there was a huge animal tide riot sweeping thousands of miles and affecting millions of spirit demons. The dust and fog were towering, the glow was boundless, and there were thunder, flames, cold waves and other energy shocks. It was like a sudden disaster that came to the wasteland battlefield.