People are singing in the tide, but there is no crown

Drifting in the darkness.

There is light coming in.

Ling An widened his eyes, his blurred consciousness finally slowly gathered, and he stretched out his non-existent palm towards the direction of the light.

More than just light.

He heard a sound.

"Ling An!!!"

An urgent call was stirring in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Someone was calling him.

How could Ling An not be familiar with this voice.

"Chao Mei... has she come here yet?"

Following countless rising frequencies, Ling An headed towards the only beam of light.

Nearly.

closer.

The call grew stronger, the light grew brighter.

He was like a drowning man sinking into the sea, trying desperately to raise his hands out of the water.

he knows.

This light is his only chance.

He seemed to be almost reaching that warmth.

Suddenly, a strong wave suppressed it.

Like a mountain, it pressed down on the sea, trying to sink him to the bottom of the sea.

The formless lord!

How could he just sit there and do nothing?

A huge amount of power gathered together to cut off all of Ling An’s hopes.

We must crush this wandering soul into irresistible powder!

Ling An was unable to resist the pressure of this power.

He looked at the light that was getting farther and farther away in front of him, and fell towards the dark seabed.

"Is there... no chance?" A feeling of loneliness came from Ling An's confused consciousness.

Countless rising frequencies passed by around him.

Ling An felt a faint warmth coming.

These frequencies represent the countless souls that have died on the battlefield since Ming Shi appeared.

The frequency formed by countless deaths in the war is the nourishment of Mingshi Wuxiang Xianzhu, who represents war.

But no crown.

The resentment of those who died in battle and the fear of those who survived constitute the whole of the crownless.

Ming Shiki could take away the frequency itself, but he couldn't take away his otherworldly soul.

Is he not the only one who is exiled and wandering in this dark place?

Drifter...

It is a celestial being that has descended.

It is also an lingering obsession and soul.

"I see, this is the true meaning of wandering..."

At this moment, with the influx of light and Chaomei's call.

Something seemed to have changed in the sea of ​​consciousness.

When?

One figure after another flashed past him.

A soldier who died on the battlefield.

It was the look of fear as he cowered at the feet of the remaining elephant.

Figures gathered together and surrounded him in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The sound suddenly became noisy.

"Brothers, I'm leaving first..."

"Mom, I don't want to die..."

"Imashu...Imashu will not perish..."

"Where is this? I want to go home..."

"You must, you must live for us!!!"

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Ling An was enveloped by thousands of frequencies affected by Chao Mei's light and call.

Above my head, the light gradually shrank and was about to disappear.

But countless frequencies lifted him up to the surface of the sea.

"The body...seems to be back?"

Ling An moved his fingers and suddenly found that he could move again.

He looked around and saw phantom figures whispering.

Rush towards him and merge into him.

At last.

Be him.

Ming Shiki's power pressed down again.

But this time, he could no longer be suppressed.

Ling An looked at the sea and the light had gone out.

He spoke, his voice old and high, deep and delicate, rough and soft.

When he opened his mouth, it seemed as if thousands of people were joining in.

Men, women, old men, naughty children...

Countless tones merged into one and came out of his mouth.

He said: "Ten thousand frequencies are added to me, I am the eternity of the dead, I am... the one without a crown!"

now.

The passage of light has been extinguished, and the exit of the sea of ​​consciousness seems to be blocked.

Ling An smiled calmly and said, "There must be light."

As soon as he finished speaking, he spread his wings.

Wrapping around him, golden flames flowed like magma.

The dazzling light illuminates all rivers!

In this bright and clear road, countless pairs of phantom arms lifted him up.

Ling An stretched his hand out of the sea and whispered to himself, "We are going home."

In the heart of the giant statue.

Chaomei looked at the Wuwang man in front of her dejectedly.

She could feel that Ling An's frequency was within Wuwang's body, within the phantom moon that the other party was connected to.

But she has tried her best.

I wanted to use the opportunity just now to wake Ling An up, but it was no longer possible.

Chaomei glared at Wuwangzhe.

Now she has regained some of her power, and the wings behind her are proof of that.

She pointed her sword at Wuwang and said coldly, "If that's the case, I'll kill you and then go explore the moon phase."

She still didn't give up.

But as he looked, the Wuwang man in front of him suddenly struggled.

"Mother...power..."

Wuwangzhe spoke incoherently, his appearance distorted and painful.

next second.

An arm wrapped in flowing fire suddenly stretched out from the core of her chest.

This sudden change instantly shocked Chao Mei and Ji Yan.

Just like flames burning the scroll, Wuwang's body began to burn from the chest.

In the blink of an eye, an elegant yet ferocious body tore the body of the Wuwang man apart.

Revealed.

Chao Mei stared in front of her in disbelief, muttering, "Ling An..."

She could hardly control her expression, which was full of surprise and joy.

Ling An gently shook his hands to get rid of the remains of the Wuwang on his body:

"I am back."

"Wanderer, be careful. This aura belongs to the other party, who is even more powerful than Wuwang!"

Ji Yan took a step forward and protected Chao Mei behind him.

The remaining elephant in front of me was extremely imposing.

It looks somewhat similar to the Crownless One, but is more powerful.

Ling An just stood there, and the power he exuded was enough to make even him feel scared.

Chao Mei shook her head, took a step forward, and said excitedly: "You're still alive, that's great."

Ji Yan was stunned.

The current situation seemed to be completely beyond his expectations.

This person and this remnant seem to know each other...

Ji Yan felt a sense of redundancy.

For a moment, it was neither right to fight nor to retreat.

But soon, a huge wave instantly descended upon the heart of the statue.

"Be careful, it's Narutoshiki's power!"

This wave of force completely descended upon Ling An who had just appeared, trying to suppress him.

Ling An struggled, trying desperately to resist this power.

"Ling An!" Chao Mei said worriedly.

Obviously, Wuxiang Xianzhu was angry.

It wants to retrain this disobedient guy from scratch.

Lines of dark purple energy enveloped Ling An.

This is the most authentic power that comes from Narutoshiki.

"Crownless man...weapons...stronger weapons!" A whisper came from the phantom moon.

“Hahaha!” Ling An covered his head and laughed up to the sky, “So that’s how it is. You still want to drive me…”

He flapped his wings and flew into the sky, Mingshi's power emerged from his body, and a crown-like energy gathered above his head.

Just like the coronation ceremony of a king.

But he was using the restraints of power to try to regain control of his current body.

Ling An's whole body was burning with flames. He stretched out his hands, grasped the top of his head and crushed it.

The crushed power flowed into the body and transformed into a crown burning with golden flames.

History has always been like this: a king needs divine authorization to ascend the throne.

This symbolizes both power and bondage.

But this time.

The king stopped the god's arm, took away the power, and said:

"I am the one without a crown! Who can crown me? Who dares to crown me?"

He just stood in the air like this, his voice seemed to be the howling of thousands of people, and the golden figure was like a god or a devil!