Elven History Song

Facing Ling Aoyan who was about to go out to replace Xiao Zhaozhen, Ling Aohan suddenly called him

"Wait, I suddenly thought of something."

When he heard Ling Aohan calling him, Ling Aoyan froze at the door of his room and turned towards Ling Aohan's room. Opening the door, Ling Aoyan asked with some confusion.

"What's the matter, brother?"

"Those leaders all stay, they cannot die."

"why?"

"We need them to restrain the Four Sovereigns and Five Emperors for the time being. I can't predict what the world will be like after losing these people. But for the time being, I can know that such a structure will not be beneficial to us. I just But it won’t be easy to say in the future.”

"I understand, brother."

"Yours is the penultimate gift, don't let the guests down."

"Of course, brother."

Ling Aoyan's innocent face actually showed a cruel and cunning smile at this moment. That smile was exactly the same as Ling Aohan's before. Ling Aoyan's nature was actually very close to Ling Aohan, but he was moving towards a completely different person from Ling Aohan. Ling Aoyan's nature is actually full of anger and cruelty, but he chooses to hide it all under his smile and innocence, while Ling Aohan is even more stingy. Even Ling Aohan's sincere words The smile was only shown to a handful of people.

Ling Aoyan walked out of Ling Aohan's room and went to the front line to replace Xiao Zhaozhen. Xiao Zhaozhen was slightly surprised to see Ling Aoyan instead of Ji Xiangli. Then he put on his standard poker face and nodded towards Ling Aoyan. Without saying a word, he walked towards Ling Aohan's house. .

Ling Aoyan also knew that he was not very talkative, so he didn't pursue the matter. He just nodded towards him and took over his position. Ling Aoyan transformed into Hercules. His brown body was covered with blood-red patterns. His long black hair like a lion's mane fluttered in the evening breeze. His eyes with golden light looked directly at the enemy in front of him. He just appeared in front of him. The oppressive feeling brought by Ling Aoyan here made those enemies feel difficulty breathing, their hands and feet trembled unconsciously, and their bodies subconsciously wanted to retreat, but the soul fire from behind had gradually come forward. There was no way out for them, but they didn't even dare to try the last chance to risk their lives. Just looking at Ling Aoyan and the others' sixth sense kept warning them that the enemy in front of them was too powerful. It is so powerful that there is no possibility of defeating it.

"This is the gift I give you, and you will receive the next gift immediately, so please look forward to it."

Ling Aoyan made a gesture of holding the knife, and the unique-shaped knife appeared in his hand. At this moment, the knife had changed its appearance. The whole body of the cyan knife contained exquisite and revealing details refined by the hand of God. The pattern of killing intent, the whole knife exudes a cold blue light that flickers on and off like breathing.

Ling Aoyan raised the knife in his hand and swung it towards the ground. The wind pressure brought out instantly cut the ground. Huge cracks continued to spread from all directions to everyone's feet. The moment the ground shattered, he even maintained himself. Unable to balance, those people could only watch the ground crack and then helplessly fall into the bottomless abyss.

Having said that, those who were falling suddenly felt a pain in their backs, and they stopped falling instantly. His hands hurriedly groped below him. It turned out that the so-called abyss was only a dozen meters long. This height would not kill people immediately, but the impact they received really made many people feel dizzy in their heads. Several bones have been broken, but fortunately I have saved my life. Then I will wait for the encirclement of the soul fire to disappear early tomorrow morning and leave here immediately. I will be able to escape. This is what most people think. Yes, but the truth is often in the hands of a few people.

Some unfortunate people saw the threat lurking in the shadows, but before they could tell their teammates, they were already caught. Heart-rending shouts spread from the shallow abyss to the distant territory of the Yalian family. Lu Sen was instantly awakened from his sleep and immediately went to check the information fed back by the reconnaissance magic. When he saw After what happened in Ling Aohan's territory, he immediately ran to the door of Yalian's room, smashed the door desperately and shouted Yalian's name. Yalian, who was still sleeping, was awakened by Lu Sen's knock on the door and pushed away Men rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked tiredly.

"What's wrong, Lucen? What happened?"

"I'm extremely sorry to disturb you at this time, but please come and see it for yourself. I really don't know how to describe it."

In desperation, Yalian immediately followed Lu Sen and ran to the room they had arranged in their home specifically for storing magic. Through the translucent mirror-like existence suspended in the air, Yalian also saw the surroundings of Ling Aohan's house. Things that happened. She didn't dare to neglect, and immediately rushed back to the room to change her clothes. She didn't even have time to fix her hair before she immediately kicked off her blood and ran towards Ling Aohan's house.

"This is the real gift I give you. A trap made of arrows soaked in Hydra's poisonous blood. It took me a lot of effort. I hope you like it."

The people standing in the abyss have no idea that their feet are already empty. Buried underneath are arrows soaked in the blood of the poisonous snake Hydra by Heracles. It only takes a small cut by the arrow to cause death. It is no exaggeration to say that people who have been corroded by this poison only want to do anything crazy due to the unbearable pain -

"Kill me!! Please kill me!! Ahhhhh!!"

Yes, people infected by this poison just want to die, because death is too pleasant for them, but they can't get such good treatment.

"Thousand Feathers Raid."

Countless feathers turned into arrows and instantly penetrated everyone's limbs. For a moment, everyone was nailed to the ground and unable to move. The screams came and went like a symphony, but it was a little noisy and unpleasant.

"It's time to come."

Ling Aoyan knew who was coming without even turning his head. Ji Xiangli put away the bow in her hand and walked slowly in the Mongolian royal attire. She looked at the people in the abyss and sneered.

"These ants are so strong. Are the few people the king asked you to leave behind still alive?"

Ling Aoyan pointed to a corner with his chin and said

"There, I deliberately made them fall away from the poisonous arrows I laid. My brother asked those who stayed behind to dare to move. At most, their limbs would be broken and they would be taken back."