The Portal of Wonderland

Ishima was delighted and quickly removed a white porcelain bottle from her arms, unplugged the bottle, and threw it against the grey black smoke in Falun.

“Bang” sound.

A bunch of black liquid poured out of the bottle and flew into the grey black smoke to vanish from sight.

Originally slowly flowing grey black smoke, immediately after the black liquid did not enter, it made a mad roll of roaring noise and, guided by some force, rotated, forming a rough-sized grey black vortex.

Large pieces of grey black smoke scattered from the whirlpool and spread towards all sides, quickly overhanging the entire legal matrix by a layer of grey black smoke.

Stone pasture looked somber, his eyes stared round, his mouth quickly recited a spell, suddenly pointing out.

A black light flies out of your fingertips and disappears from the grey black vortex.

“Bang," “bang," a series of crisp sounds came.

The spirits that were embedded in the array were almost simultaneously broken apart.

“Pfft”!

An arm thick black arc emerged in the middle of the grey black vortex, and after a whirl, another thunderbolt disappeared.

The whole stone house shook for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, the light of the octagonal array was extinguished, and the grey and black vortex in the center of the array suddenly disappeared. Instead, it was replaced by a blurred, thin figure, and a ray of smoke that had not yet dispersed wrapped around it, as if it were a long ribbon of uncertainty, unable to see clearly.

Shi Mu stood up and gazed at the shadow.

The next moment, however, he remembered something, hurriedly grabbing the black meteorite knife, which had long been on his side, and pulling a charm out of his arms.

As a result, the vague figure stood motionless and did not move at all.

Seeing this, Ishima felt slightly loose in her heart.

The grey and black smoke gradually dissipates and the figure gradually becomes clearer.

Hershey is a grey white human skeleton slightly shorter than herself, standing in the center of the battlefield, two eye sockets, burning two dots of green flame, slightly flashing.

Shi Mu looked at the nearby skeleton and felt the psychic mark he had planted in the other party, indicating that it was the skeleton he had previously chosen in the interface of the Death Spirit, his heart slightly rejoicing.

But he looked up and down a few more times and couldn't help but be somewhat surprised by the dark.

The skeleton in front of me seems a little different from what I remember.

He remembered that when the mark was planted in the realm of the Dead Spirit, the skeleton was completely shattered and even one arm could not fly.

Now this skeleton across the street, not only has full arms, but the bones that make up the body are missing many cracks, and even the color of the whole body bones is deepened by a few points.

Just as Ishima measured the skeleton in front of her, the skeleton raised its head, two burning eye sockets facing Ishima, and seemed to be looking at the man in front of her.

Shi Lian waited a while to see this skeleton without any intention of attacking himself. After a slight relaxation in his heart, he slowly said:

“What's your name, do you understand what I'm saying? ”

The skeleton is still motionless and has not responded at all to the words of Ishima.

Ishima saw this, brows slightly wrinkle.

Look at this skeleton that you have summoned at such a great price, not only is it not energetic, but it is also quite low in intelligence.

He suddenly had a feeling of sympathy for the sickness of Uncle Junior, who had summoned up Colored Parrot's savings.

Colour can still talk with him, but this skeleton doesn't even understand human language.

Shi Mu was turning his mind, and the green fire in the skull's orbit jumped and nodded slowly.

Shi Mu was stunned first and then overjoyed. He quickly said:

“Take two steps forward. ”

The green flame flashed twice in the skull's eyes. After a while, it seemed to understand the meaning of the stone pastoral discourse. It swayed the steps and took two steps forward.

“This reaction… must have been too slow!” Ishima sees this, some silent.

“Sit down." He tried again to give the order.

The skull shook its head, and moments later it sat on the ground as promised, sending out the squeaking sound of bone friction.

At last, there was a hint of satisfaction on Ishima's face.

This skull is a bit silly, but it finally has an honest advantage, you know, he hasn't made a real servant contract with it yet.

“Listen, I summoned you here, and I have been your master ever since, and now you need not resist by placing a summoning deed in your body.” The stone pasture side of the covert security skeleton brutally injured people, walking over and slowly speaking.

The green flame flashed in the skeleton's eyes, without any abnormality.

Shi Lian frowned and immediately released.

It is presumed to be too long, and although I have deliberately slowed it down, I am afraid with the wisdom of this skeleton it is still incomprehensible.

Nor did he have patience to explain too much to a skull. He reached out and pressed the skull's head, and the words came out of his mouth.

Suddenly, the silk black light emanated from his palm.

The green flame in the skull's eyes dimmed twice and the body did not move, leaving the black light emanating from the palm of the stone pastor to penetrate into its skull and turn into a black rune.

A glimmer of godliness of Ishima, along with the law of covenant, merged into the spiritual flames of the skeleton, quickly indistinguishable from each other.

Since the skeleton had no resistance at all, the process was extraordinarily smooth.

Ishima's complexion was relaxed, which really reassured her to retract her arm.

With the conclusion of the Fathi, this skeleton is truly his spiritual pet at this moment.

Next, Ishima allowed the skeleton to move freely and attack herself a few times, and although it had been anticipated, there was some disappointment in her mind.

This skeleton does not appear to have any special abilities, except that it is attacking at a faster rate and has a strength similar to that of a general quencher of seventy-eight layers of martial arts.

“Never mind, you go back first, I'll summon you if you need me. Besides, look at the smoke when you show up, it looks like a belt of smoke, and I'll call you Smokey.” Ishima did not feel the skull was of great use and finally sighed and said.

The two spirits had a Fathi connection, and the skeleton seemed to understand Ishima's words a little faster, nodded quickly.

Maintaining the Divine Spirit in this world requires consuming the spiritual power of the summoner, and Stone Pastoral has already consumed a lot of formations, and through this exchange and application, God has become very tired.

As he waved his hand, his mind moved and a grey black smoke appeared around the skull, his figure gradually disappeared into the fog.

“Be careful not to get killed in the Dead Spirit World.” Before the skeleton disappeared, the last voice of the stone herd was heard implicitly.

……

At the foot of a mountain at the height of the Necromancer interface, a grey black smoke emerged, and a moment later, a grey white skeleton emerged from it, which is exactly the smoke that was just summoned by Ishima.

It stood there motionless and seemed a little confused.

Green flashes in the cigarette nest, a black symbol appears hidden in the soul fire, has a slight connection to a distant place, a hint of weak but cool energy comes from constant sources in the cigarette, implicitly makes it feel comfortable, and the mind seems a little more flexible than before.

Tobacco stood still for a moment, looking around and walking towards the distance.

I wonder if it's because of the black runes in the Soul Fire that Toro seems to be moving a little faster than before.

It walked forward for a moment and suddenly a "click” of footsteps came from the front, not far ahead, a miserable white skull swaying face, two faint green fireflies in the eye socket.

Skeletons are one of the lowest and most common creatures in the interface of the Death Spirit, and there are several forces of the Death Spirit around this high mountain in front of them. Many skeletons wander aimlessly around the neighborhood without being summoned by high-ranking leaders, but do not get out of range due to some constraints.

The miserable white skeleton across the street also found the presence of smoke, but it did not respond.

In the Dead Spirit interface, skeletons and other low-order creatures meet on a weekday basis. If there is not a Legion War, they are not disturbed by each other and do things separately.

The green flame flashed in the cigarette nest without any unusual movement, and the footsteps slowly moved forward.

The skeletons were about two feet apart and rubbed shoulders past.

At this moment, the white skull suddenly heard a sharp whistle in its ear, and the next moment, the world in front of it suddenly spins fast.

“Tap," the miserable white skull's head fell to the ground.

Without waiting for its low intelligence to think about what really happened, a gray white bone foot quickly amplified in the field of view it had just focused on. After a bang, it stepped on the miserable white skull and tore it apart.

A green light flies out of the shattered skull.

Tobacco shook his head, a mouth, sucked the green light into his mouth, two o'clock green flame in the eye socket jumped a few times, seemed to feel quite satisfied.

Next, Smallpox squatted down next to the headless skull of the miserable white skull, reaching out and knocking out several bones that looked sturdy and mounting them in some shabby place on his body.

A black grey mist passed, and several ribs and a piece of arm bone on the tortoise turned white.

The body between the gray and white looks a little odd, but Tobacco obviously doesn't care about them at all. After a little activity, some joyful hands and feet dance and then continue to walk towards the distance.

Where the hell is it going?

Smallpox doesn't know, he just knew that after seeing the man before, he had an extra idea in his mind, constantly driving him to become stronger, at the same time there is some kind of roaring echo deep in his heart, constantly saying that time is running out, find something quickly.

What do we need to get back?

There is some confusion in Yaro's heart. His head is even more dim. He wishes to think more, but his subconscious mind continues to wander. For him, the road forward is like a sinking abyss under the Nine Springs, and never ends...

(Number three! Forgot to spell too, there should be an updated chapter below. At our speed, four a day is a very small thing. Brothers and sisters, subscribe and help cast your monthly tickets!