Apocalypse Magician

When the eastern sky was filled with light, Mo Qianjun finally arrived at the destination of his trip - an ancient house that had been abandoned for many years in the corner of a small border town.

Walking into the house, Mo Qianjun looked around at the earth, rocks and rubble. As he waved his sleeves, strong winds blew by, blowing away the snow and dead trees. He searched carefully among the cold soil, and finally found himself under a collapsed wall. , found the pattern of a six-pointed star.

Even though the years have dimmed the original glory of the hexagram, you can still see the beauty of this pattern. In the center of the hexagram, the fine texture outlines the outline of the continent. If you look closely, it seems that the vast sea reflects the deep blue sky, far-reaching and And thick.

This pattern was once the symbol of the royal family when the Fantasy Emperor unified thousands of miles of land on the continent a hundred years ago!

The six-pointed star pattern in this ancient house is not just a simple carving on an ordinary stone slab, it is clearly a formation with extremely strong magical defense properties. However, the formation had lost its effect because there was a deep sword mark on it. Mo Qianjun reached out and brushed it away, but he could still vaguely feel the flow of dark magic elements.

"Under the ultimate defense, the sword energy penetrates seven points into the stone. This person's strength is probably half a step higher than mine." Mo Qianjun's face turned stern, like the chilling cold wind in the winter, "Could it be the Killer King himself?" Did you take action?"

The Killer King, the second master on the "Mainland Master Ranking", is only half a step away from the level of the God of War. In this world, there are absolutely only a handful of people worthy of the Killer King's personal action.

Mo Qianjun stood silently, with an invisible aura surging around him, moving the rubble and snow back to their original appearance, as if no one had ever been here.

However, although his demeanor seemed calm and calm, Mo Qianjun's heart was extremely turbulent. The key opportunity for the doomsday disaster in the prophecy was the royal bloodline known as the emperor through the ages. If these two legendary things happened to the same person , I’m afraid it’s no coincidence!

"The Killer King Organization...those two killers..." Mo Qianjun said to himself in deep thought, and suddenly remembered that the killer he met in the night a few hours ago really looked like the style of the members of the Killer King Organization, "The one who was The little beggar I’m chasing... is terrible!”

At this moment, Mo Qianjun felt an unprecedented coldness, as if all the blood in his body was freezing, and an indescribable premonition came to his heart. The encounter he had just a few hours ago would be the biggest mistake of his life!

The New Year's sunshine shone on his face, but Mo Qianjun could no longer feel a trace of warmth. His mind was shaken, and he felt that the world was spinning before his eyes, as if the entire sky had darkened.

But the sky above our heads really suddenly darkened.

A shadow cut through the sky like a sharp blade and stopped where it could cover the sun, as if a big hole had been opened in the sky. The sunshine that once brought light and warmth to the earth seemed to be trapped in an inescapable vortex of darkness, with no trace of it coming out, and then the dark clouds gathered from all directions like a tide.

Dark Star Opposition!

The moment the world fell into darkness, people stopped and looked up at the sky, their expressions dazed and slightly frightened.

In fact, in order to avoid unnecessary panic, the church deliberately deleted many chapters from the popular version of "Fantasy World" long ago. In fact, only Mo Qianjun and a very few church leaders are qualified to know all the information about the doomsday catastrophe.

However, just like a weak child encountering a ferocious beast, people's fear at this moment seems to come from instinct and has nothing to do with how much they know.

The sky that had been gradually clearing suddenly began to snow like goose feathers. White snowflakes fell silently, one after another, drawing sad arcs in the wind, crossing mountains and rivers, and falling into the darkness shrouded in darkness. earth.

Mo Qianjun had never seen such a big snowflake. He could clearly distinguish the hexagonal shape. It would not melt immediately when it fell on the palm of his hand. Looking at it, the whole world was already a vast expanse.

Many times, an inadvertent encounter will lead the trajectory of history into a completely different direction and have a tremendous impact on later generations. Just like a hundred years ago, the Fantasy Emperor met Queen Menglan on the shores of the East China Sea, and the Fantasy Continent was created to this day. The last great age.

Therefore, in just a few hours, from the beginning of the snow to the moment when the dark stars are approaching the sun, something must have happened to the little beggar that he passed by, and he must have met someone he should not have met. !

The roar from the north blows on my cheeks, which hurts my skin; heavy snow falls on my body wantonly, chilling my bones. The snowflakes were connected together in the strong wind, making it difficult to open your eyes. The vast white sky had no end, as if the entire sky was about to fall.

In fact, Mo Qianjun had heard of such a heavy snowfall that was rare in a century.

It is said that at the end of the Fantasy Emperor, such heavy snow fell in the sky, and the flying snowflakes covered every corner of the Fantasy Continent for ten days and ten nights.

Then, rumors of "the witch bringing trouble to the world" quietly arose in the palace. Queen Menglan, a god-level magician, suddenly died of illness. The fantasy emperor, dressed in white and plain, stood alone on the top of the palace, looking at the vast world covered by heavy snow. , as if seeing the end of reincarnation and destiny, he sighed deeply and wrote the last prophecy about the doomsday disaster in "The Oracle of God"...

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In the cold world where snowflakes were flying, two small and fragile figures stood silently. Even though the dark stars were shining against the sun and the snow was flying thousands of miles away, Li Xingkong didn't feel the cold at all, because in this snowy morning, he met that famous man. A beautiful girl named Luo Yingxue.

Luo Yingxue, Luo Yingruoxue, such a beautiful name, as beautiful as the person.

"Well, that's enough." Luo Yingxue skillfully bandaged the wound on Li Xingkong's left shoulder with a handkerchief, and then solemnly warned, "You must be more careful in the future. If a wound like this is not treated in time, The whole arm could be broken.”

"Oh..." Li Xingkong looked at the wound that had stopped bleeding, scratched his head guiltily, and hurriedly handed over the lunch box he grabbed, "I'll give this back to you."

"No need, just take them all." Luo Yingxue smiled gently, as bright as the sun in the snow.

"You... why are you so nice to me?" Li Xingkong looked away sadly, lowered his head slowly, and suddenly felt that in front of such a pure and pure person, he had even thought of bullying her and grabbing her lunch box. Such a person How abominable.

"Because you and I are very similar." Luo Yingxue looked at Li Xingkong with a smile, her eyes becoming warmer. "It's just that I was a little luckier and was able to meet a loving adoptive father and mother. Later, the family adopted many children in the same situation. Brothers and sisters, when I first met them, everyone looked like you. Well... maybe they are better than you, at least their hair is not..."

When she saw Li Xingkong's hair again, it felt like a half-built bird's nest was lying upside down on his head. Luo Yingxue wanted to laugh out loud, but was worried that if she really laughed, it would hurt Li Xingkong's heart, so she She had no choice but to hesitate and then suppress her smile, causing a blush to rise on her beautiful cheeks.

"You don't understand this. My current hairstyle represents postmodern abstraction." Li Xingkong naturally knew what his hairstyle looked like at the moment. In order to prevent Luo Yingxue from enduring too much hardship, he might as well do it himself After saying it, the two of them looked at each other and smiled, as if the coldness of winter had gone away.

While laughing, Li Xingkong finally knew that Luo Yingxue was also an orphan. She was abandoned by the world and could still be so pure and kind. How rare this was. Her adoptive parents also took in many similarly helpless children. It can be imagined that it must be a warm and happy family.

Luo Yingxue, with a smile on her face, stretched out her hand to catch a few white snowflakes and stared at the pure white elves in her hands carefully, as if she wanted to see every detail. Then the wind blew, and the snowflakes began to flutter again, tirelessly drawing arcs, like butterflies dancing, tightly surrounding Luo Yingxue.

"You like snowflakes very much?" Li Xingkong stood quietly, feeling that the beautiful girl surrounded by snowflakes in front of him was the most beautiful scenery in the world.

"Well, there are also cherry blossoms in midsummer. They are all pure white." Luo Yingxue turned her eyes to the distant sky, her beautiful face showing a look of reminiscence, "I heard from my parents that when they found me abandoned , it is the season when cherry blossoms are flying, and countless petals are flying, just like the white snow falling at this moment, it seems that later, snowflakes really fall down."

"They must be coaxing you. How could cherry blossoms and snowflakes appear at the same time?" Li Xingkong smiled, but he was very envious, because in his memory, no one had ever coaxed him like this.

"I have to leave, otherwise I will be late for school," Luo Yingxue showed her beautiful smile again, "Take care of yourself."

"Then we'll see you later." Looking at Luo Yingxue's retreating figure, Li Xingkong wanted to follow her, hoping to see her every day.

But what should I say even if I see her again? Li Xingkong scratched his head in annoyance and almost pulled off the remaining half of his hair. It seemed that he had never been so entangled in the past few days and nights when he was hungry and cold.

Hey, isn't her handkerchief still here? Returning the handkerchief should be a good topic. Li Xingkong suddenly noticed that Luo Yingxue's name seemed to be embroidered on one corner of the handkerchief bandaging the wound on his left shoulder, and the faint fragrance came from it, which was refreshing.

I hope she can remember my name when we meet again. Li Xingkong smiled slightly, as if he was the happiest person in the world at this moment, but his heart suddenly trembled. He had forgotten the most important thing just now, and ran away in a hurry, shouting:

"Hey, my name is Li Xingkong, the star of the stars, the sky of the sky!"