The Portal of Wonderland

As soon as Ishima's mind moves, she runs her spiritual power, drives the milky white cloud in her mind, and tries to congeal it into a symbol.

He had an attitude to try it out. I didn't know this idea had just come up. The next moment, something strange happened!

The milky-white cloud in his mind moved quickly, and it was easy to gather into a symbol. It was precisely the fire attribute symbol that he had tried many times before without success, the difference was that it was milky-white.

He dawned and the white runes in the sea collapsed, turning into a milky cloud.

Shi Mu's heart is uncertain!

Doesn't it help to congeal up in a dream?

After a bitter laugh, he restarted his mind and continued to watch the converted white ape swallow the moon, continuing to absorb the essence of the moonlight.

The night will pass and the sky will be bright and the moon will not enter the sky.

Shi Lian's body shocked, awakened from the dream, spiritual exhilaration, and general comfort.

He exhaled for a long time and stood up, simultaneously with a mental subconscious urge in his brain.

At this moment, Ishima's face was stiff and her body solidified in place.

Because in his mind, a fiery red quote is floating quietly, emitting a soft light, the same fire attribute quote that was painfully meditated on during the three days.

“This…” Stone pasture is dumb and almost impossible to believe.

But the next moment, his face revealed ecstasy, but considering the surrounding circumstances, he endured not laughing out loud.

A moment later, his face was silenced with a smile.

Looks like the White Ape Dream is far more magical than originally thought!

Shi Mu shot the exposed water from the bullet and quickly walked toward the residence.

……

A few days later, Shi Muxing rushed to somewhere in Valley Square, in front of a three-story attic with a red glass top.

This “five-row building” specializing in the sale of magician's goods is actually a block away from the "Dan Xiangkou". When Ishima came to buy Dan medicine, she kept an eye on it.

As soon as Shi Mu entered the first floor of the attic, he found that there was no one in the shop. The first one in the curtain was a large red wood counter. A skinny middle-aged man with a goat's beard was picking up a thick stack of animal hides behind the counter, and the two black shirt miscellaneous disciples beside him were also helping to take stock of something.

“Your Excellency is here to buy something, or to sell something?” As soon as Shi Liam came in, the skinny middle-aged man stopped and turned to greet each other with a smile.

“Oh, you guys still buy stuff?” Shi Mu's heart moved and seemed to ask casually.

“Yes, we take all sorcerer-related items. Is there anything good here, Your Excellency?” Slimming middle-aged people in front of them.

“That's not true, I wanted to buy some painting materials today, and look at the recommendation of the master cabinet one, two.” Ishima smiled slightly.

“The material used to paint the symbols is nothing more than a French pen, ink, and token paper. As you can see, this is the best charm paper in our store, made from over a hundred years of purple spirit wood mixed with a variety of prestigious materials, very adsorbent on French ink, enough to add a layer of charm power to your drawing.” The skinny middle-aged man said, skillfully taking out a pile of parchment on the shelf behind him.

“Don't know how much this stack cost?” Ishima asked.

“Not much, just 30,000 taels of silver.” The slender middle-aged man stretched out three fingers with a smile.

Shi Mu was surprised by such an astonishing price, even though he was prepared.

Thirty-two thousand and a hundred, that is, three hundred taels of a token paper!

“So... how much is the cheapest token paper?” Stone herding frowned and asked simply.

“1500 taels!” Slimming the middle-aged man heard, his face gradually converged, slowly lowering the charm paper in his hand, faintly echoing.

“How much is the cheapest French and French pen?” Shi Lian secretly reckoned in his heart and asked again.

“The lowest of all is 3,000 taels of French and French pens. ”

“Okay, give me one each.” Shi Lian secretly bit his teeth and handed over 7500 taels of silver from his arms.

Skinny middle-aged man took over the silver ticket in Shi Pastor's hand with no expression, swept a faint glance, then waved to a handyman disciple not far away, and when the other side came along, he said a few words, and turned to pick up the skin of the animal.

Shi Mu was not surprised by the change in attitude around the middle-aged and thin people. He measured all sorcerer-related items in the store with a sense of flavor.

“Brother, your stuff!” Soon, a handyman handed over Shi Lian's things.

A low-order spellpen made of unknown demonic beast fur, a bottle of common French ink made from a mixture of demonic beast essence blood and a stack of 100 pieces of yellow charm paper.

Shi Lian looked at it and nodded with satisfaction, letting the other party wrap it up and immediately left the five-row cabinet. The wind and fire rushed towards the stone house area.

When Ishima returned to the stone house, she adjusted her physical and mental state for a moment on the stone bed before getting up again, walking to the stone table, taking out one of the stacks of paper she had just bought, carefully laying it on the desktop, and putting the French ink and pen aside.

The bottle plug of Farmer was opened and a faint smell of blood drifted out.

Ishima's right hand picked up the spell pen, the divine color gradually condensed and closed her eyes. When her mind paused, a red symbol appeared that was spinning.

After a moment, he opened his eyes and breathed out a long breath, carefully grasping the red symbol in his mind, while the right hand pen was stained with ink, slowed to a speed that could not be slowed any longer, writing this symbol out a little bit on the symbol paper.

As a result, it took a perfectly fragrant amount of time with just one symbol.

When the rune is finished, Ishima finds herself sweating.

He carefully picked up the token paper and glanced slightly for half a day, confirming that there was no poor pool, then his suspended heart finally let go.

Immediately thereafter, Ishima reached out her right hand index finger slightly toward the charm paper, and her body's magic surged from the Dantian field, then slowly injected into the charm as required in the "Spirit Charm Book”.

With the infusion of his magic, a grain of light gradually emerged on the script, quickly connected into pieces. When his last magic infusion, the whole script flashed like a living creature.

Everything went very smoothly, Ishimaki happily put down the charm in his hand, reached out and the just painted charm paper immediately fell into his hand.

He swayed gently with the token paper, then threw it into the air, "bang” sound, the token was not windy spontaneous burning, turned into a bean particle-sized Mars, instantly lit the token paper violently, a faint fluctuation of power came out.

Shi Mu saw this, his face immediately showed joy!

However, his face quickly calmed down again.

This is just a basic fire system script. Even if it is drawn as a script, it has limited power. I'm afraid that if it really works, it can only be used to ignite it.

The Spirit Talisman Treasure scripture contains only a few elementary five-line spell symbol arrays, in addition to some basic characters.

In addition, on that day in Tibetan Scripture Palace, Uncle Ju had told him that some of the rare charm arrays in the Dark Devil's Gate were sold in Linglong Palace, but of great value.

Shi Lian shook his head, put away what was on the table and sat down on the disc knee.

As long as he can become a true matchmaker, he will receive a great deal of tasks in the Hiroshima Hall and accumulate a great deal of cultivation resources.

Ishima was so pleased to think that once again she took the Spirit Talisman Treasure from her arms and began to enlighten herself about the next symbol.