The Portal of Wonderland

The face of the old man in grey clothes had returned to calm when Shisheng stepped out of the circular stone platform.

“Do you dare ask seniors if the next element sensing ability has reached more than three degrees?” Ishima looked at the different colors that had flashed on the face of the old man in the gray coat and probed.

“Cough, it should be... sort of!” The old man in grey coat looked up and down at Ishima with a pair of strange triangles, and his face became strange again.

“Senior, is there something wrong with the disciple?” Shi Mu heard the answer of the old man in grey clothes first a joy, then saw the old man's color, hidden in his heart felt a little bad.

“Unlike samurai, a man's elemental senses are strong and weak, almost representing the magnitude of his potential in the way of magic. Several of our gates have already reached a consensus that the spiritual roots with less than three degrees of elemental sensitivity are essentially unlikely to have the possibility of advanced astrologers, so even if it takes a lot of resources, it will ultimately be futile. So more than three degrees of elemental inductance is the limit within which each gateway really determines whether there is cultivation value. If you have more than five degrees of elemental inductance, there is even a slight opportunity for advanced lunar magicians in theory.” The old man in grey clothes retracted his gaze and suddenly explained after a slight indulgence.

Hearing this, Ishima couldn't help but take a look at the black crystal pillar and start to get a little excited.

The old man in grey clothes shook his head when he saw Ishima's move, seemed a little sad and groaned strangely to continue:

“With the exception of black and white crystals, if you excite any of the other crystal columns above five, the door will naturally take great care of you. But the black crystal columns that you trigger, the elemental inductance that represents the power of a very vain space, are rare after the force of time in almost all elemental inductances. Looking at the entire Dark Devil Gate, no one has ever inspired such element sensibility, and there is no formal corresponding cultivation method, slightly edged, presumably the Matrix Mage and Soul Master. But if you choose these two magician's methods, you can practise natural things half the time, and the chances of advanced advanced magicians are minimal. ”

The old man in grey clothes said this, Shi Mu was greatly disappointed, but when he thought about it, his heart became open again.

Before he came in, he had no hope for his magician talent, and now even becoming an apprentice is a great thing for him.

If he remembers correctly, many of the tasks published in the Palace of Hiroshima are eye-catching and can be picked up by the sorcerer apprentice.

I can't wait to think about it.

“Excuse me, seniors, am I now eligible to become a full magician apprentice?” He looked at the blue and red crystal columns with some concern, neither of which reached the third level.

“There's no problem with that!” The old man in grey clothes replied without any hesitation.

“Can I choose to be a sorcerer?” As soon as I heard the answer from the old man in grey clothes, Shi Mu's eyes flashed with excitement and urgently asked his most important concerns.

“With your qualifications, other than Formation Master and Sorcerer, what other options are there?” The Old Man in Grey Triangle looked a little silent.

The words of the old man in grey clothes, though mean, are like the sound of heaven for Shi Lian. His heart is extremely excited. If he can truly become a magician of the formation, he will practice nature in the future without worrying about resources.

“Registered Magician Apprentice Place in the true Spiritual Palace, you come with me!” The old man in grey clothes is much more excited to hear that he can become a magician at first sight.

Nor did he ignore the stone pasture, walking directly behind the palace, then strolling twice on a seemingly ordinary wall, a slight chirp, one by one a high dark disciple appeared.

Ishimura followed in a hurry, and her heart secretly marveled at the ingenuity of this organ's design.

The passage behind the dark door was not long, and the two quickly arrived in a secret room.

The secret chamber has little space and is very concise in its layout, with only a huge circular array inscribed on the ground in the middle position, countless silver patterns and unknown Xuan Ao texts, in some mysterious pattern.

“What are you staring at? Come in!” The old man in grey clothes had stood at the center of the pattern, and he saw that Ishima was still staring at him. He couldn't help but stare at him and drink impatiently.

Ishima dared not speak much, rushed into the map array, then the old man in grey clothes came out with a yellow charm, the top of his wrist shook a light, burned quickly, quickly disengaged from the control of the old man in grey clothes, turned into a group of yellow light wrapped in strange energy did not enter the map array.

“Buzzing," the air shook.

The silver pattern and text in the map array seemed to come alive, the flow rotated, the silk white glow spread out, a moment later the glow rolled up, the stone pasture and gray clothes of the elderly disappeared in place.

After a familiar spin of heaven and earth, Ishima found herself in a temple.

The entire hall is made of some unknown green stone, covered with acres, yet empty and magnificent, with dozens of fist-sized night pearls set at the top, illuminating the entire space as daylight.

In the middle of the hall stands a huge blue jade wall, a huge bronze beast head incense oven is placed in front of the jade wall, a baby arm thick purple incense candle is inserted straight into the incense oven like a wooden stick, and the head of the incense candle remains grey-black after use.

Ishima's eyes swept away and eventually landed on a giant green jade.

Hundreds of different markers are printed on the blue jade walls from top to bottom, the top two light red star-shaped markers, the second row is eight cloud-shaped green markers, and the bottom is more than a hundred white light spot markers.

All the markings are shiny and look mysterious.

Looking at these mysterious and unusual markings, Ishima somehow suddenly reminiscent of Huo On that day, Kawakatsu said that there were only ten magicians and more than a hundred magician apprentices in the Dark Devil Gate, and there were a few speculations hidden in his heart.

“Don't talk, don't look at Dong Zhang.” The old man in grey clothes suddenly looked serious and drank loudly.

In Shi Lian's heart, he hurried to look at his nose and nose and looked at his respectful standing. The atmosphere in the hall instantly stirred up. The old man in grey clothes nodded satisfactorily and walked forward, waving on a giant candle in the incense furnace.

“Zhu” shouted, the top of the candle sparkled without fire and a flesh-eyed green smoke rose.

The old man in grey clothes immediately greeted him with humility.

A moment later, one of the star-shaped markers on the leftmost side of the top of the green jade wall flashed, spraying a pale red light column from it, dripping over the incense furnace, and then herniated into a fuzzy phantom.

At first glance, Ishimakeshi was a middle-aged Confucian born with a black dragonfly.

“Master Xie!” The old man in grey clothes immediately humbled himself.