Reverend Insanity

On this day, the clouds covered the continent, suddenly scattered a glimmer of light.

Colorful, brilliant, like a sky pillar, straight into the sky.

It is so bright, on the three continents of black, yellow and white hair, the Maoists can see only by looking up.

“It's a miracle!” The Maoists were all emotional.

In the past, on all three continents, the news about the magic fairies was just a myth of the wind and the shadow.

But when Lung Di Ling changed his personality, the situation turned upside down.

Lang Di Ling personally promulgated the Immortal Decree, imitating the battle of the King's Court, provoked the war between the three continents, and chose the elite seeds from them to bring into the cloud cover mainland to practice.

The wars on the three continents have affected all the Maoists, and now the “miracles” on the cloud cover the continent have once again sparked the enthusiasm of the Maoists.

“Cheng Xiande said...” The black-haired lord gazed at the sky and his eyes sparkled brightly, making him invisible.

As the jinn converged, the Dark Hair Lord suddenly made a determination: "Somebody, give me your will. At present, this is a great auspicious sign. My country feels up and down, and we are hosting a special tournament. The winner of the contest, I will open the treasury and let him choose his treasure! ”

“Yes." The guard immediately took command and bowed down.

This idea of the Dark Hair Lord is not a sudden wonder, but has been well thought out for a long time.

The war on the three continents made the Dark Maoist realize that the first narrow idea of the past needs to be abandoned. For future wars, he desperately needs a powerful elite, combat magician.

By order of Lord Black Mao, a huge wind wave radiated rapidly from Wang Cheng to all sides of the country, with increasing impact.

Shaking, half a month later.

In the city of Iron Wire, a distinguished guest is welcomed.

The guest of honor was personally received by the owner of the barbed wire city, since his identity was also that of a city owner.

“Mr. Speaker, what's the big deal this time?” At the reception, after three tours of wine, the owner of the barbed wire city asked.

“Lord of the City of Wire, you are a man of understanding, and you have known my coming.” The owner of Fengcheng smiled, pointing to the Mao Min manipulators standing behind him, “the lord of the country wanted to hold a contest, but only three people were chosen from each region. We're the only two pools in this place. Now these magicians behind me, they're the ones I'm going to send up to make it bigger. However, the number of people given by the master is limited, so let's try a few fights first and decide who is going to participate in the competition! ”

“Ha-ha-ha. Good. That's exactly what I meant.” The Lord of the City of Wire laughed a few times, clapped his hands and summoned the Mao people behind the scenes to the Palace.

The two sides sent one person to the scene and began the confrontation.

A few rounds down, the side of Fengcheng has won many battles, but there is no victory on the side of Fengcheng.

The owner of Fengcheng City laughed and drank wine. The main face of Fengcheng City was as heavy as water. His heart was heavy: "I didn't expect the owner of Fengcheng City to be ready this time. The magicians chosen were so elite. Oops, if we win nothing, the outcome of this battle will surely be greatly promoted. In the coming years, he will be holding me to the edge of Wire City. ”

“There's only one last game left. Lord of the City of Wire, please send your troops.” Has the Lord of Talbot ever gone off?

The owner of Wire City snorted and focused his eyes on the last Maoist.

But this Mao Min magician, with a cold sweat, now he also understands the burden on his shoulders. But that's why he feels less confident.

It's not just his lack of confidence, it's his lack of confidence in the upper and lower levels of the city at the banquet.

At this point, an elder of the city secretly preached to the owner of the barbed wire: "Lord of the city, I have a choice to restore my face for us. ”

The owner of Iron Wire City heard the news and asked.

The elder replied: "Lord of the city, you must have forgotten that you have recently taken a slave, he has been converted to five. ”

The Lord of the City of Wire stunned, bitter in his face, and the message returned: “This is not right! On my side, I confront the owner of Talking Town. He is a good man and a good man. If I'm going to let my slave show up and lose, even if he wins, he's going to be sent up to the tournament. Wouldn't you blame me for sending a man up here without sending him a Maoist? ”

The senator smiled.

He knew that it was all an excuse from the owner of the City of Wire.

In fact, it is the heart of the City of Wire.

The slave known as Fong Yuan, who has been bought by the owner of the city, has been blessed almost at night by the owner of Wire City. This situation has already provoked many high-level dissatisfaction.

"Don't worry, Lord of the City. Today's lord, magnificent and elegant, is only an act, and there are no shortages of snowmen and feathermen in the ancient kingdom beside him. If the city owner sends the source to fight, if he fails, he can be held accountable. If you win, you will preserve the face of our city and send him up. The Lord will surely impress you, and even lead you to know you, but you do not know. ”

The owner of Iron Wire City took a deep look at the senator and muttered in his heart: “This old man is good at calculating! Isn't it because of my nephew you sent me recently? To give such a poison plot. Win, I'm sending the source up. If I lose, I will also kill Fangyuan and relinquish responsibility to him. Whether I win or lose, I lose the source. ”

“Oh, come on!” A big sigh in the heart of the Lord of the City of Wire, "Am I a fool who abandons his cause because of beauty? ”

Although the Lord of the City of Iron Wire was fascinated by his evening fortune, she was essentially a stone-hearted, powerful * * Mao people.

In her mind, the beauty of the district is nothing.

Therefore, the owner of the city temporarily withdrew the Mao people and summoned them to order him.

After knowing the reason, he walked out of the scene.

“Five spinning magicians!” Gordon in the center of the main center of Talbot City noticed Fang Zheng's five-spin breath and was alert.

“As a matter of fact, it's up to us to decide what to try," he laughed. In the previous games, we all tried martial arts, but how can we abandon the essence and traditions of our Maoists? In this case, just win with the theory of refinement. ”

As it turns out, the owner of the City of Wire almost cursed.

The elders on the side of Wire City also cast their contemptuous gaze at the owner of Wire City.

But the owner of Talbot City has been the owner of a city for many years, and has long practiced his deep face, ignoring these eyes.

The owner of Iron Wire City could not refute it. After all, it was the rule that had been set before. He had to wave: "Try it next time. Make sure you do your best. Remember, this battle is undefeated. If you lose, use your life to make amends. ”

Fang Zheng listened and still has no expression.

He was humiliated these days. Lord of the City of Wire * * strongly, like various positions, seventeen or eight times a night, unrestrained demands, let Fang live less than die.

Fang Zheng really wanted to die, but as a subordinate prisoner, he was confined to people, and he could not seek death in order to survive.

The Lord of the City of Wire threatened him with death at this time, but he had an intention of liberation.

In my head, there was a sudden thought: "Will I still love the world? Why don't you just admit you lost and die? ”

But just then, a voice sounded in his head: "Stupid! Big husbands live in the world. What's the point of being able to bend over and insult them? If you have the guts, revenge in the future, will give you all your humiliating enemies and chop them to pieces. That's what heroes do! ”

“Who?!” Fang was shocked and shouted.

Over there, the last Maoist magician in Talbot City, just got off the field.

Thought Fang was asking him, so his chest was raised and he said out loud: “I'm in Mao XVIII! ”

There is no response.

He was free by now and borrowed many tricks, and the voice in his head suddenly appeared and disappeared, and no trace could be found of him at this time, no matter how he examined it.

“Damn guy, how dare you insult me?!” Mao XVIII is furious.

He signed up for his name, but Fang was indifferent. He seemed reluctant to give his name to him and let Mao XVIII catch fire.

“What's this guy mad about?” Fang was awakened by Mao XVIII's roar, and his heart was dark and strange.

As a result of this misunderstanding, the competition had not yet begun and the gunpowder smelled abundant.

In the eyes of everyone, the trial begins.

Mao XVIII is the strongest magician in Talk Feng City. He is also good at not only fighting but also at refining tricks.

On the other hand, although he has studied in the immortal crane gate for some time, he is a major in slavery, and the refinery is just a shallow stop.

Just at the beginning of the competition, Mao XVIII is leading the way.

In the middle of the trial, Mao XVIII has already dumped Fang far away, and the leading edge is huge.

At the end of the day, the Maoists watching the war, whether on the side of Iron Wire City or Spearhead City, did not think that there was a chance of victory.

Even Fang himself thinks so.

“Are we going to lose? Death is a relief.” He sighed in his heart.

“Bullshit!” At this point, the voice just appeared and suddenly sounded again.

Fang Zhengzheng shocked, his hands trembled, and the refined semi-finished product suddenly lost a fortune.

“Ha-ha-ha.” The owner of Talking Town laughed.

On the Wire City side, they all look ugly.

In Fang Zheng's mind, the voice continued: “A man's big husband, a small setback, what is it? ”

“You, are… Fang Yuan?!” This time, Fang finally heard the voice.

“Oh, my body, already dead. It's just this will that's left in your head. You, my brother, live in the world, but you don't want to move forward, you don't want revenge, I can't watch!” Fangyuan willed to scold.

Fang Zheng snorted coldly. “He's dead. Why are you still acting weird? ”

He used to have the soul of man on the crane, possessed coaching practice, now the dialogue-source will, easy, even gave him a slight familiarity.

And on the outside, the Maoists don't see anything strange. Just pretend that this faceless correction is not frightened by this result.

Fangyuan's will felt Fangzheng's hostility, but smiled unconsciously: "If I am dead, why do you impersonate me? ”

Square silence.

Fang Yuan's will continued: "You are tortured by humiliation and unwilling to tell others by your real name, which means that you still have shame, anger and hatred in your heart. So why don't you get angry right now and fight for a better chance? You also know the reason why, if you win this, you will be able to participate in the contest, graduate from slavery and become free! ”

“I want to win, too. Who doesn't want revenge, who doesn't want freedom? But this battle is over!” Fang is angry.

“Ha-ha-ha.” Fang Yuan will laugh, “all you have to do is follow my point and you can go beyond Mao XVIII and win the defeat. ”

Fang Zheng stunned and said, “What's your conspiracy? ”

“Humph.” Fangyuan whispered coldly, “I'm dead, but I don't want to! I want revenge! Kill my Maoist magic fairy, none of them can escape. And you are my hope for revenge! Aren't you faking my name? Then avenge me! ”

“Why should I avenge a demon like you who is so sick that he slaughters his entire family?!” Fang Zheng was angry.

Fang Yuan's will said directly: “If you talk any more, there will be no time. Do as I tell you. Fire, fire, fire. Remember, the blue gold, ice gold, and tear gold should be roasted sequentially in the fire. ”

Fang was biting his teeth hard. Although he was extremely reluctant to listen to the instructions of Fang Yuan, Fang Yuan's will made him see a slight hope of victory, and his life was at stake.

He hesitated and finally reached out.

Re-engineer!

The surrounding Maoists saw this and laughed for a while.

But after half a cup of tea, they couldn't laugh, but looked at the square in shock.

And he lifted up his right hand, and pinched the worm in his hand, which he had refined in the sight of all.

“I won!” He took a deep breath and announced loudly.

The palace is still silent.

Even his opponent, Mao XVIII, seemed unable to accept the fact that he was stuck.

The atmosphere is subtle.

The Maoists present were reluctant to admit that a people beat the strong among the Maoists in the manipulation contest!

Half a dozen people suddenly said, "Look, the colorful glow on the cloud cover is slowly fading away! ”

The people were forced to follow their fame.

Dozens of gazes passed through the gates of the palace and saw the colorful light on the cloud cover of the mainland, gradually dissipating.

Out of the fading glow of colour, one comes the shadow.

“Looks like you're healed.” The spirits looked at the people and laughed.

“Yes.” Nodded the visitor, "Thank you so much for being such an elder. ”

In the speech room, the colours are scattered and the truth of the revealer is revealed.

If Fang were to see this man, he would surely be surprised.

This is Square Source!

Lung Di Ling Ha Ha laughed: “You have to thank me, isn't it easy? Give me the Mountain of the Spirit, the Valley of the Fallen or the Wisdom. ”

Fang Yuan also smiled slightly: "It's impossible to send! But we can make a deal. I don't know what kind of price you can offer. ”

“Uh-huh.” The laughter of Luang Di Ling stopped, “This...”

He was hesitant and full of embarrassment.