Mythological Native Species

"No! This is a trap, he will never admit it. And if I struggle with this, then I will fall into a vicious circle."

"I must ask him for a gift in return. This is the rule." Feng Linwen took a step forward with a firm gaze.

"Hand over the crown!" Feng Linwen directly stretched out his hand and took off the crown on the king's head.

His fingertips trembled slightly. He was not sure whether the king would fight back.

"Yes! Hand over the crown!"

"The right belongs to all of us!" Everyone seemed to be crazy, and they seemed to be easily blindly obeyed and deceived.

At this moment, these original 'wisdom' nobles and ministers seem to have become puppets, losing their original spirituality, appearing rigid and false.

The king actually took a step back in the face of Feng Linmen's forcible demands.

In the eyes of the sky that Feng Linwen opened, the fortune on the king's head rapidly decayed, turning into a rich gray in the blink of an eye, and then dissipating continuously.

Strong good luck and strong bad luck are both a kind of luck.

There is no difference in their existence in essence, and they all represent a person's role and existence in the world. And if a person's luck gradually disappears without any color and shape, it means that this person no longer needs to exist.

brush!

Feng Linwen stretched out his hand and took off the crown from the king's head.

The next moment, the king's whole body seemed to melt, turning into a pool of blood, which was spilled on the hall.

Feng Linmen, who was holding the crown, felt a strong charm. The crown in his hand had a considerable weight, and it was tempting Feng Linmen, tempting him to wear the crown and become the new king, and gain access to it like a god. the power of.

"Sure enough, the real power is not the king, but the crown. Could it be an artifact?" Feng Linwen resisted the urge to put on the crown.

The king has disappeared, and the crown has been obtained.

But the matter is not over.

He needs to overcome his own desires, but also to get rid of these many ministers and nobles who suddenly fell into madness like puppets.

Picking up the clothes on the ground, Feng Linwen held up the crown and pinched his thighs with his hands from time to time.

Compared with ordinary people, the spirit and soul that have been washed are indeed stronger, but if it continues, Feng Linye is not sure that he can still fight.

"Leave! How should I leave?" Feng Linwen held the crown, as if asking the crown.

All the people flocked to Feng Linye, wanting to take the crown from his hand and leave it in the painting.

"No! It's not real, and it's only a part of the painting. How can I bring the fictional things in the painting into reality?" Feng Linxen moved, and people jumped to the gorgeous chandelier. It is a crowd of people surging like zombies.

Carefully looking at the heavy crown, and groping carefully.

On the crown, there are too many gems, each of which is the smallest size of a pigeon's egg.

Some are green and clear, some are blue like the sea, some are crystal clear, and some are bright red like blood, all of them are so precious.

But there is only one, not big or small, mixed in with many precious gems, it looks a little turbid and scary white.

When Feng Linwen stretched out his hand and twisted it off the crown, he saw clearly that it turned out to be an eyeball with dark purple pupils.

Holding these strange eyes that were as cold as jade, Feng Linwen suddenly stretched out his hand and tore apart a layer of barrier.

Whoa, whoa!

Like a flood of water breaking through a wall, everything poured out.

In a flash, Feng Linchen returned to the gallery, back to the silent night.

Nothing around him has changed.

Even Feng Linwen was still wearing his original clothes.

As if everything that happened was just an illusion.

Only in the palm of his hand, holding an eyeball, a strange halo bloomed in the moonlight.

"Look, what did you bring back? An eyeball! It once belonged to a great being, but now, we can put it in the eye socket of a person." The mysterious white-haired man, from Feng Lin Wan A voice came from behind.

But Feng Linye couldn't see him.

He has already hid.

The reason why he talked to Feng Linye was to attract Feng Linye's attention.

He wanted to seal the eyeball in Lin Man's hand.

"Do you know what it can do? A gift for the king...that's a really good painting. It's not the best of the best, but...it's rare, and every stroke is so enchanting. But You have ruined the painting now, of course... I'm not blaming you of course. But you still have to make compensation, after all... As a guest, you have damaged the owner's beloved thing, and making compensation is what a gentleman must do The etiquette to observe." A faint sound of wind came from the back of Feng Lin's head.

Feng Linchen did not look back, but snorted coldly.

The flying sword, which was just received, was not very used to, but suddenly flew out of the storage ring following Feng Linmen's will.

The majestic True Qi revolved, urging the sea-blue flying sword with the Flying Waterfall Swordsmanship, and the rolling sword energy surrounded Feng Linxen's body.

Crash!

The night seemed to be torn apart by the blue sword light.

This quiet night suddenly became noisy.

Banjo Gallery was destroyed by Feng Linwen's sword qi burst. Those paintings that seemed fragile were hung in place without any damage.

"what is this?"

"Don't give me vague answers, I need to know all the truths you know." At this moment, Feng Linwen's flying sword was hanging on the window sill~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and at the corner of the window sill, a shadow had been cut, Plasma continued to seep out of the shadows, and a small, bean-like little man shivered in the face of Feng Linmen's flying sword.

"The ability is very strange, but... it can't be said to be too powerful. If it is limited to the extraordinary path obtained, so the strength has not reached a considerable level, then Wang Yu is avoiding him, and it is barely reasonable." Feng Linwan frowned. He frowned, reluctantly found an answer to a doubt in his heart, but he didn't seem to be able to convince himself.

The bean-like villain stood on the windowsill and looked up at the 'tall' Feng Linye. He picked up a black tentacle from the broken shadow and held it in his hand.

"You want to know the answer? I can tell you that the eyeball in your hand, and the tentacle here in my hand, are all pieces of the puzzle. What we have is part of the great. Mortals are mortals and can never be truly great, Our glory comes from a mysterious gift." The little man with a big bean dot said to Feng Linwan.

His voice was exactly the same as that of the mysterious white-haired man, apparently the same person.

Feng Linxen looked at the eyeball in his hand. At this moment, he could feel that if he put the eyeball into his eye socket, he would have the ability to temporarily turn the illusion into reality.

"It's not as powerful and tyrannical as it appears in the painting, but it's more real and concrete." Of course Feng Linxen would not rely on such unreliable foreign objects.

He always felt that the world was full of inexplicable weirdness.

The more contact, the more inexplicable aversion to cold.

Suddenly, Feng Linchen looked at the bright moon outside the window, and at some point, it had already turned blood red.

It seems that something is surging, and then... the whole sky, the whole earth, the whole world, seems to be shattering.

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