Pirate’s Infinite Wings

Because for six years, I didn't feel Fang Lang's small universe.

Those who knew him well thought that Fang Lang was dead.

Fang Lang is no longer in the world, he went to the kingdom of death. In these six years, he has gained quite a lot in the underworld.

In the past six years, he has realized how profligate his control over the small universe is.

Therefore, in the underworld, he will abuse the underworld fighters as training equipment for him to further control his own small universe.

This is also part of Fang Lang's west and east, and he can't find suitable materials. Aren't these fighters wearing the materials he needs.

As long as one's own small universe surpasses Hades, the king of the underworld, then this dark garment will be contaminated by his small universe.

After refining it into the holy clothes he needs, it looks like this.

"In order to realize my ideal, I will do whatever it takes."

This is what Fang Lang insists on, and it is also his motto.

Regardless of any consequences, regardless of all means, as long as the result is what you want, so what?

There is no need to care about the process or anything, as long as we respect our hearts.

Only in this way can you get what you want, and it is also the best solution to test the confusion ahead.

So, the biggest achievement of the journey to the underworld is not to find Olufi, the silver saint of Lyra, but that he has learned to control his own small universe delicately.

Now, I'm finally leaving, leaving this world full of dead energy.

In other words, we will finally see the sun.

"The sun, the sun I haven't seen in six years, I will finally reach the ground." Fang Lang said with a little emotion.

Olufi and his lover, like Fang Lang, looked at the sun quietly.

I almost forgot about the sky where the sun exists, so it's nice to see the sun again.

The two smiled in satisfaction, this smile was particularly dazzling, and even more brimming with happiness.

"It's nice to be young." Fang Lang looked at the two people hugging each other tightly, at the sun and the two people with happy faces.

 …

China * Lushan * Wulaofeng

The waterfall is rushing, and an old man is sitting opposite the waterfall.

The old man's eyes were closed and his skin was purple. White eyebrows and beard. The dignified look on his face has not changed in any way, since six years ago, his expression has not changed.

This old man is one of the survivors of the previous jihad, the former Libra gold saint Tong Hu!

There were too many doubts about the incident six years ago, and Tong Hu couldn't figure out what was going on. The only thing he was sure of was that he kept simulating the scene at that time in his mind, and even inspected the incident site himself.

He knew from Mu that Leo's golden holy cloth did not fall into the hands of the enemy, that is to say, Aiolia probably perished with the enemy in an instant.

I really can't imagine what terrible things happened to Aiolia.

Tong Hu noticed the enemy's small universe at the scene of the incident. Although there are very few remaining small universes, they were obviously dealt with by the enemy.

However, if it is not handled properly, it will be noticed.

"Who is the enemy? What happened at that moment? Why can't I notice anything?" Tong Hu's brain was almost overwhelmed by these questions.

It's really hard to understand what kind of battle it is.

"The battle that is not noticed by others is only in the domain. The small universe of the domain will be revealed when it is broken. That is to say..." Tong Hu suddenly felt that he was close to the truth, he opened his eyes, The eyes are full of resentment, can you finally find the mastermind behind the scenes?

Is it a sign of a jihad to attack the saints who defend the goddess of justice?

Are you trying to weaken the strength of our Saints, or are you warning us?

All these are unsolved mysteries, what a brain that makes people unable to stop.

"It's really not letting us old people rest, Aiolia." Tong Hu looked at the sky, his eyes seemed to see Aiolia, who had passed away in his eyes.

"Aiolia, I hope you can find your brother and learn the truth in heaven."

 …

Japan

The Japanese side is very lively, because a terrible guy appeared here.

Of course, compared to this group of bronze novices, after all, he is known as the strongest bronze saint, the phoenix, Ikki.

"Haven't you awakened yet? Shun, you still haven't changed, you still love to cry, but you're still so weak." Ikki said unceremoniously, even to his own brother.

Really, it is still so weak, but Sanctuary has undergone major changes.

"Who are you? Could it be, Ikki!" Binghe said in disbelief. In his eyes, Ikki was really a terrifying opponent. He had only experienced such a terrifying small universe from his teacher. No, Ikki Ikki's small universe cannot be compared with the teacher's. If it is terrible, it is Ikki's aggressive small universe.

"Aha, it's rare to still remember me." Ikki pushed up his mask, and his familiar face appeared.

"Brother...Brother!" Shun's eyes were full of disbelief, he couldn't believe, how could such a gentle brother back then become so strange and terrifying.

"Have you sold your soul to the devil? Ikki! This group of people dressed in black

Who is the guy in the holy clothes? "Xingya asked righteously.

However, the pitiful situation was not clear, and his clenched fists couldn't make a big blow.

"We are the shadows of Lord Ikki, you can also call us Dark Saints!" said a guy in black holy clothes.

"A dark saint? Then, Ikki, have you already sold your soul to Er, right?" Binghe asked, but this question did not have any questioning tone.

"It's such a boring question, Binghe." Ikki replied disdainfully, he even felt that answering this question was a bit disgusting, which simply lowered his IQ. ..