The Phantom of Jazz

【Aslan Josephine Tower City】

Silver dust, where are you?

Why can't you even give me the last hope?

The huge black sky slowly turned upside down into the boy's desperate eyes, the dry wind of Josephine Tower City ravaged the boy's soft hair, the boy who was silent under the black hurricane and his whole soul fell into a gray silence, for a while. Zero seemed to have once again tasted the piercing pain in Shi Jue Yin when the news of Yin Chen's death came. He didn't notice that twelve identical white ghostly figures were standing quietly behind him. In the silent darkness.

The boy silently buried his head in Cangxuezhiya's fluffy hair, tears fell coldly, and Cangxuezhiya turned his head and rubbed the boy's shoulder with a mournful cry.For a moment, Qi Ling felt Cang Xue Zhi Ya's body stiffen, "Cang Xue?" Qi Ling stood up vigilantly, and there were 12 identical white ghostly figures in Qi Ling's blurred vision.

"Who are you?" The voice trembled slightly in the dry air.

There was no sound, only the fierce murderous aura around him and the frantic surge of soul power could be felt.Without hesitation, Qi Ling summoned [Feng Jin] vigilantly, and the next moment, the 12 tall and straight figures were shorter.

Qi Ling, who was about to fight, noticed the kneeling area, and hesitantly looked at the Horcrux in his hand: "Are you from Fengyuan?"

Before Qi Ling came back to his senses, 12 snow-white figures had already surrounded him like lightning, the ancient pattern on [Fengjin] lightened slightly, and Cangxue Zhiya had already carried Qi Ling on his back and soared into the air, wanting to kill Qi Ling. Zero shifted out of a disadvantaged battle situation.A transparent wall of air suddenly opened up in the air, firmly blocking a man and a beast.

The swirling airflow condenses into a transparent air blade, which rotates and cuts pervasively in the enclosed space, shattering the rising ice wall.Not long after, the encirclement has become two, isolating Qi Ling and Cangxue Zhiya.

A coolness rose from Qi Ling's back. I'm afraid that he, the seventh-degree prince in name, is not their opponent.

Cangxue Zhiya on the side has already turned into a disadvantage under the attack of 6 white shadows in turn. In Qi Ling's wide-open eyes, the soft and fluffy fur has been stained with mottled blood, and Cangxue Zhiya utters the wail of a trapped animal , looked sadly at his master, turned away, then turned away, staring stubbornly at the increasingly rapid attacks around him.

Qi Ling turned his face away, "Who are you?"

"Fengjin Hunter." Almost in unison.

Qi Ling suddenly remembered the Holy Land of Fengyuan mentioned by Akeluke after he knelt down to [Fengjin]. Fengjin said, it must be the people there.

"What do you think?"

"Respected Lord Zero, we are ordered to bring you back to Fengyuan." One of the white shadows stepped forward and bowed his head respectfully.

"You have misunderstood the person. I am the seventh-degree prince of Shuiyuan, not what you call the zero-degree prince."

As soon as Qi Ling's voice fell, a charming and ethereal smile suddenly sounded from outside the encirclement: "This is the person chosen by [Feng Jin]?" It can be so charming too.

The silver-white figure gracefully walked into Qi Ling's field of vision along the path that Fengjin hunters automatically left. For a moment, Qi Ling thought he saw Yin Chen again.

Zeng Jin, Yin Chen also often mocked himself like this, even so, no matter how hopeless he behaved, he would still build an igloo for himself when he was too cold to sleep, and he would put his Pulling herself behind, she will carefully shelter herself under the [Goddess's skirt].It's just, how far is this kind of silver dust from him now?

The silver-white man locked his eyes on the boy in front of him who had changed his facial expression a few times. He looked at Qi Ling's complicated eyes, secretly amused. This man, as the seventh-degree prince, would actually wander off when he was about to fight. Well, over the years, has Aslan produced such waste?

"Silver dust?" The next moment, the silver-white man heard the voice of the young man opening his lips, and his expression was cautious, as if he had seen a beautiful mirage. heavy snow.

The man approached the boy curiously, as if standing in front of him was an inexhaustible treasure of soul art.Yinchen is his prince, right? Thinking of the information about Aslan compiled by Iheros not long ago.Yinchen seems to be the previous seventh-degree prince.

He does not have a so-called prince, he has been destined to be a prince since he was born, and he has planted the treasure [Golden Pupil] in his body. He does not need a prince, because he himself is a king standing on the peak.

What is the past and future of the young man in front of him, this container made for the same purpose as himself.Don't worry, this boy will still be under his firm control for quite a long time.

"I'm not silver dust." Boyce said coldly.

The boy's confused eyes instantly turned clear, and Bois felt a little regretful, as if he shouldn't have punctured the boy's expectations.

"Who are you?" Qi Ling felt a little ashamed for his lack of focus, and just now he also lost Yin Chen's face.

With a helpless smile, Boyce's peerless face made Qi Ling slightly startled, "Fengyuan was once a prince, Boyce."

At this moment, Qi Ling felt that it was really over.It was unlucky enough to meet Achilles, the seventh-degree apostle of Fengyuan who lost all his face, but now he has met the first-degree prince of Fengyuan, so he can bear it.Why do I keep meeting these shocking characters recently?

But after such a long time, he still has the idea that Yin Chen is still alive.If he was alive, why didn't he come to find himself?

"Do you want to know the life and death of your lord?" Boyce walked towards the young man, and during the process of him walking towards Qi Ling, the soul power in Qi Ling's body seemed to be bound by an invisible rope, unable to function at all.

"How do you—"

"Of course I know, I can still tell you." The man in front of him was like a god, his deep eyeballs seemed to be able to stir up waves of despair.

Qi Ling's black eyes were fixed on Boyce's face, not wanting to let go of any expression on his face.

"Silver Chen is dead," Boyce looked at Qi Ling's dimmed eyes, seeming a bit unbearable, "However, Gilgamesh and Aios are already using [Dementor] to revive Yin Chen."

"Then, can I see him soon?" The young man raised his head, the young man's face buried in the shadows under the moonlight gradually revealed his delicate and handsome face with his bangs scattered, and his starry eyes were captivating , for a moment Bois lost his mind.

"Once Aios succeeds in instigating the soul, he needs to find a 'container' that can re-accommodate the soul of Silver Dust. The soul has high requirements for the 'container'. Generally, it must have a physical body with very close structure and attributes to succeed. Silver Dust The Resurrection needs a container that so demands."

"Then, isn't Silver Dust——"

"It just so happens that the silver dust by your side these days is a perfect container without a soul. It's a pity that you let him run away." Boyce looked at the depressed young man in front of him playfully, " I can help you find it, but in exchange you must return to Fengyuan with me."

"Okay." Qi Ling nodded, his heart-shattering smile was bright and brilliant, as if he was trying his best to smile.