That night…
Compared with the daytime, the night in the desert is actually colder.
The wind and sand blowing in the desert brought the cool air, making the starry sky look extraordinarily transparent. Even if it was not as beautiful as the starry night view of the Xingli Temple, it still made people feel peaceful.
And in a corner of the desert, a wooden hotel is quietly located in the center of the wind and sand. It looks a bit fragile, but unexpectedly strong.
This wooden hotel is naturally a stronghold for the outside world to stay in this desert.
At this time, Shana was at the top of the hotel, sitting on the roof, hugging her knees, wearing black clothes, and staring at the night sky in her eyes, her waist-length straight black hair was even more impressive. Flying in the wind, the picture looks very beautiful.
However, Shana's heart is definitely not as calm as she seems on the surface.
During the day, Fang Li's words kept playing back in Shana's heart, causing Shana to sink into deep thoughts.
The disgusting feeling has completely disappeared.
The emotion of fear also slowly subsided.
Just as the intense feelings during the day are just an illusion, Shana no longer has the mood that is not like her own style, and some are just reflections and considerations.
I have to say that Fang Li's words really resonated with Shana.
And this resonance, Alastel also has.
So Alastel spoke like this.
"I think what Fang Li said is not unreasonable." Alastel said in a low tone: "If the "Masquerade" really changes in the future, your strength may be a little insufficient. "
This is exactly what Shana is also considering.
"Although you have been blessed by that man before, you know how to draw out some of my power, but you are only using my flames." Alastel said: "As a "scorching killer." In other words, your fighting style has not taken shape. "
That's right.
Shana's fighting style did not take shape.
For a long time, Shana had only used Zhidianzhana to fight with super-strong physical stamina and physical skills. As a fire-mist fighter, she was still immature.
Although, due to her talent, Shana’s combat power is definitely not weak among the Fire Mist Warriors. Before she mastered her own fighting method, she had the strength to rival the Red Devil King, and she defeated Ma Qionglin more than once. For this senior with some qualifications, Shana has not done enough to explore her own potential.
"The power of the Fire Mist Warrior comes from his own strong imagination of power and the power of the contract demon in his body. Only after the two are merged, will the real power be exerted."
It was difficult for Alastel to explain to Shana in a verbose way.
"For example, the previous generation of "scorching-eyed killer" understood his own power as the imagination of the "legion." Therefore, after fusing my power and imagination, she developed a flame that can build hundreds of mines. The free law of the human knight army, even the equipment can be substantiated, and it has always been on the battlefield. In that era, it was even hailed as the strongest fire-mist fighter. "
However, Shana simply drew out the flames of the Contract Demon in her body, yet she hadn't comprehended her own strength, gained her own understanding of power, and merged it with the power of the Contract Demon to form a real way of fighting.
Therefore, if Shana really cares about it now, she can only be regarded as a half-hearted fire-mist fighter.
This is also one of the reasons Shana feels inferior about her unwilling use of Alastel's power before.
"Think hard about "the mourner chanter" and the "ravaged minion." "
Alastel gave another example.
"Her flame coat Toka and slaughter impromptu poems are all derived from her own imagination of power and fusion with Marcusias' power, and you can only use my flames to condense wings or temples. The main combat method of Chana's blade is still physical skills. That is proof that your strength is not yet mature."
In other words, Shana actually has a very broad room for improvement.
"What Fang Li said is correct."
Alastel summed it up with such a sentence.
"You haven't become a real "scorching eye killer." "
Shana knew this matter best.
Otherwise, with the terrifying power of Alastel as the true demon god of the Red World, if Shana can use it, it will definitely not be only the fourth level.
Shana knew very well.
Very clear.
But it was precisely because she was so clear that Shana understood what Alastel wanted to express.
Therefore, Shana spoke in a low voice.
"Alastel also agrees with me to leave, do I exercise my strength first?"
Alastel did not answer.
However, this silence is the invisible affirmation.
Shana also understood this.
Therefore, Shana didn't ask Alastel what she should do if she wanted to become stronger.
Because Alastel couldn't answer either.
What Shana lacks now is her own comprehension and understanding of power.
As long as this can be accomplished, Na Shana can integrate her own imagination of powerfulness into Alastel's power, discover her true power, and awaken to become a true "scorching eye killer."
At this point, Alastel could not help Shana.
Otherwise, Alastel would have helped.
So Shana raised her head again and looked at the night sky.
At this moment, Shana recalled many things.
Recalling the study in Tiandao Palace.
Recalling the heart-shaking scenes that Fang Li's bloody battle once brought to him.
Recalling the tragic situation when he faced the three pillars in the Xingli Temple.
Finally, what Shana remembered was the sentence Fangli said to herself while holding the happiness trigger, pointing to her forehead.
"Sana, do you believe me?"
Thinking of this, Shana finally made a decision.
…
The next day...
When Fang Li woke up, he immediately noticed it.
There was something on the head of his bed.
That is a pineapple bread.
A piece of paper is pressed under the pineapple bread.
I took the pineapple bread in the square and spread out the paper.
On that, there is a line of words.
— "Next time, I will become stronger than you" —
Fang Li couldn't help laughing when he saw this line of words.
"It's not frank at all..."
Saying such a sentence, Fang Li turned his head and looked out the window.
In the endless desert, it seemed that a girl in black was walking slowly against the wind and sand.
Left to Fang Li, a thin but tall figure from the back.