The night swept across the Dorast continent again, and Jieliya fell into a deep sleep.

In her sleep, the sun she dreamed of was black.

The light emitted by the black sun continuously nourishes her body, so even in her sleep, her power is growing slightly.

Suddenly, the sky in her dream turned red, countless streams of fire and ice fell from the sky, and a huge demonic eye opened in the extremely high sky.

Jieliya suddenly woke up, and an inexplicable tremor swam across her body, causing her breathing and heartbeat to accelerate violently.

She has seen such huge demon eyes appearing in the sky many times in her dreams.

Constantly dreaming of the same scene, and it is so real, it is no longer a pure coincidence, but a sign.

With huge demon eyes spreading in the sky, the Evil Dragon King once again ruled the entire Dorast Continent, which means that they can eventually win this upcoming war?

Jie Liya took a deep breath, and her face suddenly became ugly, and even a hint of panic!

"Niesen!"

A shrill shout echoed through the entire Jin Enli Military Camp area in an instant!

One second later, all the buildings in the dozens of meters were shrouded in black fireworks, and everything turned into ashes.

Jieliya's figure walked out of it.

She was extremely gloomy and extremely powerful in the eyes of all the trembling Jin Enli Legionists. However, Jie Liya's hands were constantly trembling because of anger and fear.

She couldn't feel Neeson's breath.

This shows that Neeson is already very far from this camp, and may even use some techniques to deliberately avoid her perception.

No one knows her son better than her.

Neeson left her, there was only one possibility!

Ailin!

Only possible is Elin!

She suppressed Neeson's greed, but ignored Neeson's pride and arrogance.

He didn't believe that Ellin would be better than him.

But can Neeson defeat Elin now?

Jie Liya's whole body was constantly cold, so cold that the ground around her body formed a layer of real frost.

...

...

"Swish!" "Swish!"

Two flames fell from the dark sky.

A forest that was wrapped by countless vines, so entangled so that there were almost no gaps on the top and could not fall into it, the figures of Feller Mans and the Evil Dragon King appeared.

"The outpost forest of the Yalf Elf Kingdom is a place where I remember it."

Fellerman looked gracefully at the forest wrapped in countless vines in front of him, and said with some sigh: "Fifty thousand elves are annihilated here."

"This will be our place to rise again."

The Evil Dragon King glanced at him and walked forward.

When the breath of his body invaded the vines in front of him, the vines began to grow black spikes, blooming skull-shaped flowers, making a terrifying hissing sound.

This silent forest was alive in an instant.

Countless creatures screamed in horror deep in the forest, but disappeared in an instant and were strangled by the forest.

All the flesh and blood were sucked clean by the vines.

Deep in the center of the forest, all the architectural remains have been hidden by the root system, but there is a spring that is gurgling with spring water, shining with strange orchid light.

“What’s in it?”

Even Feller Mans was puzzled and couldn't help but ask.

A little iron-gray flame flew out from the fingertips of the Evil Dragon King and fell into the center of the spring.

"Swoosh..."

The roots around the countless covered springs swam like snakes, curling outwards, and stones were taken away by these roots. The area of ​​the springs suddenly became larger, and the orchid flames were thicker in the center. The center of the water column was surging higher and higher, a giant tree radiating moonlight like a ray of light suddenly rose.

This is a giant tree that has been broken most of the time, but even the spring water flowing down from it emits a vigorous aura, like countless water fairies singing.

"Tree of Life?"

The expression on Feller Mans's face can be described as wonderful, "You have actually preserved so many trees of life here!"

"The battle with these elves in the Kingdom of Yalf has caused me a lot of damage, but the battle with them has also learned a lot of things."

The Evil Dragon King sneered, "Just like this elf in my body, if it weren't for him, how could I learn such a strong healing technique?"

"I see."

Fellerman smiled gracefully, as if he had fully understood the layout of the Evil Dragon King, and nodded.

...

Dawn is coming soon.

Neeson raised his head from the bodies of the three magicians, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked satisfied.

His hands were raised up, and thin fleshy wings began to grow from his waist and arms.

Although his cultivation is not enough to completely turn him into the form of an evil dragon, this kind of flesh-wing technique can at least allow him to fly in the air at an extremely fast speed.

After devouring the magic element particles of these three magicians with good cultivation, his power became even stronger. From the mouths of these three magicians, he once again responded to the news that Ailin, who he wanted to fight, should now be in the direction of Frost Tooth Peak.

Ailin! Ailin! Ailin!….

He's tired of hearing this name!

As the true successor of the evil dragon bloodline, he completely does not believe that the silver dragon bloodline can be stronger than his evil dragon bloodline.

It seemed that in the mouths of those magicians, Ailin was the savior of Dorast.

Since that's the case, kill him alone!

Perhaps in the minds of Jie Liya and others, his thoughts were extremely naive and stupid.

But for him, who was effortless to obtain power and seemed to be able to grow unlimitedly, this was a matter of course.

Pride and stupidity are often just a line of separation.

"boom!"

A circle of smoke and dust expanded out from under his feet, and the dried bodies of the three magicians were blown out by the strong wind. He was about to soar into the sky again as he opened his flesh wings.

"What the hell are you?"

At this moment, a faint sound suddenly sounded in his ears.

Neeson was slightly stunned.

He has heard such words countless times.

Because of his strength and greed and bloodthirsty that are not consistent with his age, many magicians who meet him will not think that he is a normal creature, and they don’t even need anyone to ask, but say the word “thing”.

But this time the same question made him feel different.

The faint voice seemed to carry a powerful force.

Moreover, the other party seemed to exude a sweet smell that made him feel a desire than the breath of his mother!

His whole body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

In such a tremor, he suddenly turned around.

A young magician with crimson hair appeared in his eyes.

The young artist's pupils have different colors, one is pink and the other is purple-black.

"Who are you?"

Neeson asked, licking the corners of his mouth, revealing his teeth.

"Fei Qiluo."

The young magician looked at him quietly and asked again, "Where are you? What is it?"

"Fei Qiluo?"

Neeson's brow frowned slightly.

This name seems a bit familiar.

In the next moment, he thought of who this young magician was.

"You're the one who got one of my father's arms and started the cleaning at Echimara?" Neeson suddenly became excited.

The greedy flames shot out from his eyes, forming substance.
To be continued...