Chapter 656 (1/2)

Listen to a sound of ethereal, as if from the call of the chaotic dream.

Zhao Xu did not know why, vaguely aware of his inner restlessness, as if a long-standing secret was opened.

At this time, he could feel the storm on the edge of the sea.

”Flying wings.”

Zhao Xu immediately displayed the Sorcerer's ring of magic. At once, his two wings were huge, broken and translucent. They were flapping the wind pressure around him.

After he had already possessed ”flying skill”, Zhao Xu increased his flying speed by one level again.

At the same time, he also updated his ”step of God” duration.

However, Zhao Xu found that it was still difficult for him to maintain his body shape in the current level of storm, so he continued to wave his hands to chant the mantra, and cast the four ring spell -

”the wings of the higher atmosphere.”

After touching the translucent wings behind him with the Flying Magic of the palm of his hand, his maneuverability was improved to the extreme.

Perfect level.

”Lalaiye --”

”Hoo --”

the ethereal voice on the other side awakened Zhao Xu's immersed thoughts again.

For this time, the deep voice mingled with the beat of the waves, as if someone whispered in his ear.

In an instant, Zhao Xu rushed forward and forced to turn around in this process, looking back at what strange situation was just behind him.

Many years later, Zhao Xu still can't forget what he saw at this moment.

In the turbulent sea level with waves and raging waves, an ancient stone building suddenly appeared.

Around it, there are a lot of seaweed silt and other sediments that only exist in the deep sea, and even the rotten skeletons of sea monsters.

There are countless stone pillars with different shapes and styles that are hard to describe in the megalithic buildings, with different edges and corners.

At the moment, under this pure black sky, this mysterious spectacle exudes a chilling green light, as if only a little bit of the head of the boulder fortress.

And those stone sculptures, stone statues and stone carvings are completely different from any knowledge in Zhao Xu's mind, and there is no Arthur world at all.

Even if anyone stepped into it, the space between heaven and earth would be blurred in front of these twisted and strange geometric rocks.

It is impossible to distinguish between the top and the bottom.

Mingming did not see any creatures, but Zhao Xu's heart has emerged a trace of ”terror” feeling.

”Lalaier...”