Vol 4 Chapter 420: Put the sticks on the master

The great plain of Karimdor, the brilliantly lit city of Miklorenza. \\mStarter\\
If the Kingdom of France is the art center of the human kingdom, the city of Miklorenza is undoubtedly the art capital of the Kingdom of France.
There are beautiful scenery, beautiful mountains and green waters, and there are countless masters of humans and elves who study art and beauty-related topics all the year round. Anything closely related to art can only get a truly perfect evaluation here.
Tonight, Prince Lyman of the Kingdom of France exhibited a famous plant from his recent collection at the National Museum of Art in Miklorenza-"Blue Sacred Flower" and invited all the art masters of Miklorenza Come together to admire the beauty of this world.
The "green sac flower" is rare in the world. It is said that every year it blooms only on the night of the full moon in midsummer and withers in a moment; the fragrance and beauty of the flowers are unparalleled in the world.
What is even more peculiar is that every time the "green sac flower" is in full bloom, a delicate and lingering Philippine poem will naturally appear on the petals.
The poem "I used to be a horse, but unfortunately never caught up with you. Now I am making a flute, and the green plums I play are so green." This poem is copied from the "green sac flower". , So the world calls the green capsule "poetry flower".
This kind of strange flower has been extinct in the Aegean continent for many years. It dances with the music and sings the sound of nature by itself, the famous grass "Qilucao", which is also called the peerless Shuangshu.
Prince Lyman was able to find this rare and famous plant this time, which greatly shocked the art world of Miklorenza.
Even Master Titian, the most famous painter in the entire human kingdom, has left behind the creation of the peerless painting "The Saint". Not far away, the dusty and dusty rushed to the National Art Museum of Microlensa City this evening. In order to see the beauty of the legendary "poetry flower"-Tian is pitiful, Master Titian has been living in seclusion in the mountains for nearly two years in order to create, and rejected several kind invitations, including Pope Paulo Martini. .
Like all masters, Master Titian tried his best to endure his anger before listening to Prince Lyman's endless chatter about how he led the knights. How to defeat the fierce Warcraft. How to climb the cliff digs back the experience of this famous flower.
When the "blue sac flowers" planted in the precious Far East blue and white porcelain jars were carried on the exhibition stand by four beautiful girls dressed in splendor, the anger of the masters instantly disappeared.
Only the main in the dark can create such a beautiful flower!
Even looking at the budding flower buds, the masters even felt that they were blaspheming this sacred flower!
In the middle of the moon, the beautiful buds quietly unfolded, like a beauty after a nap, and the entire National Museum of Art was suddenly silent, and the needles dropped.
I don't know how long, countless pairs of hot eyes have even seen the thick black writing on the petals. The slowly blooming green sac buds suddenly fell with a fragrant fragrance, and fell quietly.
In an uproar, Master Titian got up and picked up a petal with a trembling hand.
The beautiful petals with the big mouth of the bowl are rapidly withering, and you can still see a clear line of graceful Aegean texts-"His Majesty the King of Flowers"
A slowly flowing drop of dew on the petals fell on the palm of Master Titian's hand, clear and cold.
"This must be the tears of the blue sac. \mStarting\"
The tearful art master is so artistic in thinking.
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Tel Aviv, the country of ice and snow.
Snow particles and the howling wind raged across the vast white land, here is the cold hometown.
On the endless snowy field, there are three-high, tomb-like icy houses. This kind of igloo is built with huge ice bricks weighing thousands of pounds each. Without the ladder-like power of the Northern Berserkers, it would be a dream to build such a house.
Jianyi's sweet thick ice ridges hang down from the roots under the eaves, and the sled is covered with foggy pine. The plump snow dolphin oil and lamp moss ignite the peas-like lights, not afraid of the wind. How crazy the snow is, bright and persistent.
The berserkers of Tel Aviv, dressed in black and white bear skins and bare rocky chest muscles, focused on the vast glacial rivers, facing the fascinating wind and snow, looking up at the huge thick falling from the clouds in the distant southern sky. Lightning, reverent eyes.
These flashes of lightning were so dazzling in the dark night sky, like the huge sword that pierced the sky.
"This is the anger that Thor can only have!? An elderly berserker with thin eyes, crutches, and draped in toba and bone ornaments, looks at the south with his dilapidated pupils. If he has a gaze, he The look in his eyes must be as admired as his tone: "Odin's messenger is calling for help from the loyal Tel Aviv Berserkers! We are looking for our messenger! "
The Kingdom of Bemun, the King City of Shabak.
His Majesty Grek Sall looked up at the vast starry sky with a green expression.
A huge thorn bird with blue rays of light connected by mountains and rivers all over, dragged the long tail feathers that dissipated little fluorescence, fluttered under the shampoo, and scattered, and the stars were like rain.
The thorny bird vibrated its throat with a heartbreaking and sad cry. Finally, it dissipated in the moonlight and turned into strands of simmering blue stardust, like the Haibo Galaxy falling into the Aegean.
In the history of Beamon, only when the dragon sat and watched Keqishi died in battle, this kind of vision appeared between heaven and earth. In the "Hippo Epic", this is the so-called "the swan song of the thorn bird".
The lament of the thorn bird represents the fall of a talented soul singer.
His Majesty Greci Salle was cold all over.
Elder Petr, the flower wizard, was in shock.
Above the "Silent Sea" in the valley, countless bolts of lightning thicker than a thousand-year-old tree, one after another winding down from the eddy black clouds, slammed at the top of the Temurraya. In the camp of the Demon Air Force!
On the huge and dazzling silver electric pillar, there is still a blue flame from flying around. This is the sacrificial fire that burns the soul from the depths of hell.
In the sky full of electric pillars lingering in the circle dance, there are two towering giants in pure gold armor. His face was solemn and solemn, holding twenty-four golden bells in his hand, with a colorful glow, suddenly appearing from the sky, bending down together in the demon formation and turned into a sea of ​​fire.
The Southern Cross Forest is as bright as day, and the dazzling glare can make people appear blind! The scorching high temperature made it two miles away, but Elder Cech was still on the ground with his hands covering his eyes, and there was a feeling of burnt scorching all over his body!
Twenty-four overlapping seas of fire gathered into an ocean current-like vortex, spinning around in the demon army, incinerating everything that could be incinerated, and bursting into the sky with a flame fountain. The diameter of this flame fountain was so large that Ren Jiying witnessed the volcanic eruption in ancient times.
At the same time, on the wet ground below the Demon Air Force, a giant vine, like a Roman stone pillar, broke through the soil on the ground, flew straight to the sky, and entangled every Demon warrior who could reach it!
These vines are covered with sharp wooden thorns with thick wrists. The texture of non-gold and non-iron gleams with a coquettish cyan glow, forming a sea of ​​guns and halberds, piercing the sky and darkness, like the giant tentacle sucker that the king of the sea king squid chooses to eat. Evil flooding out of the hole!
Leaning against the shampoo, the red dazzling flame fountain finally turned into two beautiful women with their feet picking lotus flowers, golden rings in their hands and red moles on their eyebrows. The two women opened together.
The eyes, sad eyes, glittering tears and petals all over the sky fell together, slowly turning into nothingness, and finally dissipating into a red cloud on the horizon.
Although it is two miles away, even if you just take a look at these "Zila Zila" weirdly howling lightning pillars, the swirling flames raging, lift off the thorny vines that swim up the sky like a giant python, Elder Cech's heart will tremble.
Fragmented, charred, pierced. . . .
shining. Hot and whistling. . . .
Meat scraps and blood are flying in the sky like powder, and the devil laughs excitedly while eating in hell!
This is no longer the basin valley of the ocean of flowers, this is the slaughterhouse from the bottom of the abyss of hell!
Under the dim moonlight, a huge thorn bird crossed the sky, and finally spread a sentimental song to the world.
Beside Elder Cech, there was a thick incapable black shadow, gradually twisting and struggling in the illusory fluctuations, forming a clear human form.
The evening breeze dissipated the black mist and the strong smell in the air. Liu shocked his hands and clenched his fists, and he appeared.
At this moment, all the wild flowers in the basin weakly broke away from the shackles of the flower pedicles, and fell to pieces.
Liu Zhensha slowly loosened his right hand, and in the tight cyan palm held by tension, there was a round pearl and a shining pyramid-shaped gem.
In the center of the crystal clear gem, there is a scaled miniature Liu shocked. This little man is violently twisting, curling his hands and feet, moving mechanically.
A crack spread from the head of the villain to his lower body, banging violently, turning into a pile of fragments.
The originally transparent and clear gem suddenly became muddy at this moment, and the milky white mist filled with countless bubbles filled the interior of the gem.
In the end, a white stone in the shape of a pyramid appeared in Liu Shock's hand.
Known all over the world, how many people are crazy about the "Kagarid Gem", the life-saving stone, and ultimately just an ordinary stone.
Elder Cech took a lot of effort to twist his neck. His body was trembling violently, as if soaked in the ice water of a cold lake for ten thousand years. The loss of blood-colored lips made the elder shiver like a hiccup. Fart old coffin.
"You're ruthless..." Elder Cech couldn't control his venomous calf in the end, and sat down on the ground, looking at His Majesty Kao with trepidation and helplessness.
Elder Cech couldn’t help but panic. When the Majesty the Kao grabbed his collar and snatched the "Kagarid Gems" in his hand before his head came and reacted, he did not respond. What was going on here, and then he saw that a tragic massacre was artificially created in the sky two miles away!
Three dreadlords!
A fallen angel!
Four winged demon knights!
Ten skeleton dragon witches!
Thousands of demon elite fighters!
With such a powerful force, all the smoke disappeared at this moment, and there was no bone scum left, only the thick blood mist floating in the air, like a mountain mist!
"In order to be different from the hole cards, those who have the backstage, I must be more fierce and darker!" Liu Zhenshock smiled and tucked this scrapped "Kagaride gem" into his arms.
Anreda was panting violently, staring at Liu Shock without blinking. She was unbelievable. She didn't know who the Magic Air Force was, but she could feel how many menacing visitors were. Awesome! There are people in this world who can kill them all at once!
Liu Zhenshan raised his left hand, and the garbage bag inlaid with quark multi-mercury gloves caught the scattered blood mist in the air, condensed into bunches at a speed discernible to the naked eye, and quietly formed a blood-colored dragon on his left arm. Winding and circling.
"Why? Why?" Elder Cech still didn't understand, his eyes were round and he muttered to himself in disbelief, and he seemed to ask His Majesty Kao: "Why is this! Impossible! How could it be one? The Priest of Bimen can kill so many powerful hands...The power of these demons combined can kill three Saints...How could it suddenly release so much magic..."
Liu Zhenhuan didn't bother to care about this idiot. He was sweating heavily behind him, and he was a little chilly now.
This time I really walked back and forth on the tip of the knife! Others looked at the boundless scenery, only Lao Liu knew in his heart how susceptible this time was!
The battle of Huye Ancient City~EbookFREE.me~ witnessed the tragic death of countless Beamon warriors in the Ant Sea, and saw countless blood sacrifices contributing his own lives. Liu Zhensha was like any conscience and Beamon. I thought of desperately in an instant!
If it weren't for that time, he would definitely not be able to comprehend the ultimate battle anthem of the Beimong sacrifice "The Last Elegy-The Star Goes to Chain Lightning"!
But then again, he just thinks about things like fate. Anyway, he is a dragger, and he really didn't push him to that point, and it wouldn't be enough.
So this battle hymn of life became the only battle hymn that he had comprehended on his own, but had not been announced to the public. It was really nothing glorious to publicize this matter, and it was impossible to experiment. I couldn't sing it out to see it, right?
In the ancient city of Huye, he always claimed to return to Feilengcui to invent and create. In fact, he was hitting the idea of ​​"The Scroll of the Battle Hymn of Life", but this matter is a bit unresolved. After I came back, I happened to be busy with the Eudemons, so I didn't care about it for the time being.
Maybe even Liu Shock didn't expect that the Battle Hymn of Life would actually come in handy one day-this opportunity that gave him an inspiration is a "Kagarid Gem"!