The beast begins with evolution

Phoenix Mountain is located at the intersection of Qiuyang and Shannan.

Because of its great strength, no one went back to ask for trouble.

Qiu Yang opened the door, put the beasts from the beast world into the human world, and used this way to attack Hongguo, which was nothing to Phoenix Mountain.

They have been able to live in peace with humans all these years, how can they not interfere with the beasts?

However, no matter what kind of consensus Qiu Yang and the demon king reached, ferocious beasts are a race of unruly beasts, and many of them caused disturbances in Qiu Yang, and some of them even made a detour to Phoenix Mountain somehow. There were a few scenes on the mountain.

She lives in seclusion, but is rebellious and unruly. There is no word forbearance in the dictionary of the self-proclaimed noble Phoenix clan.

Not to mention going to trouble with Hongguo, Qiu Yang was dealing with the sudden attack of the Phoenix Clan, and he was so overwhelmed that he had no time to take care of it.

In a museum in the Western Continent, the Siren focused on an ordinary-looking scepter.

The scepter was only half a meter long, dark brown, like some kind of dried branch, with a wide and concave top, with a dark mottled translucent turbid crystal embedded in it.

The introduction said that this is the legendary Poseidon's scepter that came to the Western Continent and led people to defeat the evil beasts. It represented the authority of the Poseidon.

Call.

"Eye of the Storm, I finally found you."

The siren's eyes left the scepter, and stayed on the profile for a moment.

"Is this the so-called history? Human beings are really interesting."

It stretched out its left hand and covered the special glass in front of it. The spider web-like shattered lines did not appear, and a hole of invisible material appeared in the palm of the siren's left hand. The hole froze this piece of time and space, creating a spatial fold. And twisting, it took a step forward and entered the huge special glass vessel.

The eye of the storm is at hand.

It took another two steps forward, the scepter was close at hand, it reached out to touch it, but stopped the moment it was about to touch it.

The siren's eye tails were raised, revealing a half-smile, and in an extremely gentle tone, he said to himself, "You want me to touch it, don't you?"

There is no second figure in the huge museum.

But when the words fell, the thick and deep sense of history suddenly became heavy and sticky, and it was terrifyingly depressing.

The siren didn't seem to feel it, and its smile became brighter and brighter. It gently looked at the scepter in front of it, as if looking at a long-lost lover. Its beautiful face made it seem to be shining. Think of it as an angel who has fallen from the mortal world.

"Then I will do as you wish."

As he spoke, he stretched his long and slender fingers forward, and the Siren firmly held this ancient history called the Eye of the Storm in his hands.

It began to activate the power contained in the scepter.

This is a museum of mythology, which houses those ancient and indistinguishable mysterious things.

It houses the Poseidon's scepter--the eye of the storm, the sun god's crown--Faith Geer, the night god's curtain--the moonlight veil and so on.

It's just that, except for children, no one will believe these legends.

However, leaving aside other myths, the eye of the storm seems to be true.

At least, judging by the behavior of the Sirens and those who guard here.

With the injection of the siren's power, the off-white turbid spar at the top of the scepter began to change, becoming more and more clear and shining.

But in the next instant, a faint green light appeared on the dark brown handle of the scepter, surrounded by the sirens.

The siren felt something strange, and seemed to be about to let go, but the dark green light was like bone-eating maggots, sticky on the siren's fingertips, clinging upwards, covering half of his body in an instant.

The siren's left hand holding the eye of the storm had an ice-blue light flashing, the temperature in the museum suddenly dropped to the extreme, and ice fog suddenly appeared in the air, and the ice fog condensed into droplets, which should have hit the ground, but turned a corner , such as splashing activity, radiating away.

In the hidden corner, the distorted space began to fluctuate.

Several figures left from where they were, avoiding the splashing ice particles.

The place hit by the ice particles began to condense and freeze, and shattered into powder along with time.

"Do it." A voice sounded in everyone's ears.

There are three figures running towards the siren.

Youlu's power has been contained by the siren and forced to retreat, and it is only left in the siren's left arm.

Looking at the three figures coming towards it.

The siren opened his mouth, and the melodic humming reached the ears of the three people first. The advancing body froze, and a silver light flashed, and two three-meter-long sickles suddenly slashed at the leftmost person.

The person on the left avoids the two sickles of the beast in the middle, and stabs the person on the far right with the spear in his hand. The person on the right raises his rapier to resist, and it melts like mercury, and appears behind the beast in the middle again. The sword pierced towards the beast's back armor.

Between the lightning and the flint, they are actually fighting together, fighting with each other with their lives.

The wonderful singing continued, the humming became more passionate, and the battle became more intense.

The siren stared at the three people at its mercy, and the smile in his eyes grew stronger.

You Lu in his left hand is about to be forced back to the scepter.

On the scepter, the broken spar changed silently. Suddenly, a ghostly transparent paleness shot out from the spar, and hit the siren's eyebrows. The siren seemed to feel it, and stretched out his right hand, but In the middle of the road, he was held by a pale giant hand that drilled out of the ground.The giant hand resisted for only a moment, before it was broken under the ice-blue light.

But this moment is enough.

Pale light shot into the center of the siren's eyebrows, and the charming and magical singing stopped abruptly. The three people who were fighting each other regained their clarity, and the countered green on the scepter shot out, covering the siren instantly.

ended?
Before the eyes of the three of them had time to flash their excitement, they heard a rushing sound in their ears.

"Go back!"

Simultaneously with the voice, the siren's body also changes.

Like sand like foam, it melted and collapsed, and exploded with a bang.

The seriously injured woman with a thin sword tore through the space, and the man with a spear twisted time, with a sickle horizontally in front of the three of them, backing back again and again to avoid the lasing green powder.

But the powder travels through time and space, trails behind, and hits the sickle one by one. The green erodes the sickle, becomes soft, thinner, and brittle, and at a certain moment, it is pierced.

The dust particles penetrated the armor of the scythe beast in an instant, and even the men and women behind it were unavoidable.

In the empty museum, the Eye of the Storm landed on the ground with a muffled sound, the distorted time and space lost control, and three complete but lifeless bodies fell to the ground one after another.

The dust condensed again, and a white arm protruded from the space, followed by a complete person.

The siren happens to be in another showcase.

Also in the showcase is another object from a fairy tale.

An ancient dark veil.

The veil of the night god.

The siren reached for it.

Turning around, he said to the empty museum, "Okay, I've got the things too, and I'm leaving."

"The space blockade is complete."

"The time blockade is complete."

"The mental blockade is complete."

"The element blockade is complete."

"Target locked."

"Attention all units!"

"Ready to launch."

"emission!"