The Portal of Wonderland

That's it, time passes day by day.

Two months went by in a flash, and Ishima also welcomed the second myeloablative technique.

Though psychologically prepared, this is far more painful than the first tearing of his lungs, and even with his tenacity and strength, he can't help but feel it.

Fortunately, his heavenly elephant kung fu had reached the fifth floor, and he had always motivated Zhenqi to protect the meridians before finally insisting.

What delighted him was that after the second layer of detachment was refined, the physical strength and horizontal level increased dramatically.

Compared to the pre-abortion period, both strength speed and physical toughness are now about two-thirds higher.

Shi Mu's confidence has greatly increased, and he continues to cultivate the third level.

However, three months later, he was not as lucky as he had been the first two times when he was faced with marrow lavage again.

Kun is in the stone room.

The stone pasture is sitting on a stone bed with a painful expression all over his face.

His fine red upper body was already red, his body appeared as if someone had cut his muscles inches by inches with a knife, his pores couldn't hold up to the spray of blood, and his blood soaked the stone bed.

At the same time, the bone marrow in its body, like countless ants, is eating, itchy.

This time it was almost twice as painful as the last time!

Especially from the pain in the divine soul, which nearly crumbles the spirit of the stone pasture.

Finally, after holding on to half a column of incense, his eyes darkened and he fainted instantly.

……

After not knowing how long, Shi Mu slowly woke up again, subconsciously wanting to shake the sinking head, but suddenly found that his body could not move half way.

He was surprised to find that his body surface had an extra layer of long white hair, which had already entered the dream again and turned into that mysterious white ape!

To his surprise, this appearance was not a cliff-top boulder that he was familiar with, but a vast open space surrounded by a sea of lush forests.

In the distant forest sea, every giant tree needs dozens of people to surround it, as deep as the giant pillars of the sky, and not into the cloudy sea above.

All of a sudden, the sound of the heavens and the earth shook, pulling the consciousness of the stone herd back into the white ape.

Only then did he notice that this time the white ape, instead of practicing the swallowing moon as usual, most of his body was buried in the dirt and only one furry head was exposed.

Around the white ape-centric ground, dense and numb strange symbols and patterns are painted, emitting a glimmer of silver like a star.

These symbols and patterns extend in all directions, and implicitly form an immense and immense array of laws, shadowy and impossible to see at all the faithfulness of the array.

On both sides of the Great Formation, each stood a giant in yellow coat with a huge figure like a hill. His head was bright and bald. One hair was not there. The five officials were ugly as a ghost. His muscles burst up together, each wearing an abnormality of breadth, and a bright silver text appeared in a yellow robe.

They are both expressionless, each holding a large, silver-shinkling hammer, in a certain rhythm, smashed somewhere on the edge of France, making a shocking burst of noise.

Each time the hammer strikes the ground, the earth trembles as one, while a silver thunderbolt flashes on the surface of the hammer into the formation method, making the surface of the Falun Front flash with silver light and shadows of light.

Located in the center of the Falun Front, Stone Shepherd felt a strange stream of energy wrapped around the ground after a shock, like an ice-cold liquid, and constantly squeezed.

As the silver hammer moves faster and faster in the hands of the Yellowcoat Titan, the squeezing power of strange energy increases.

Ishima felt that her body was getting cooler and cooler, and soon countless tiny needles of strange energy drilled in through the pores on the white ape.

zhī zhī

The white ape grinned for a moment and shouted a terrible scream.

As soon as these cool, tiny energies penetrated the white ape, they slowly invaded his five dirty six provinces. As if countless fine needles were raving, it was difficult to use ink to describe the sharp pain to make Ishigami painful.

Even worse, in the soul of Ishigami, there was also a time of pain several times more intense than when he washed his medulla before he fainted, which caused him to tear apart his heart and lungs.

Tens of feet away from Silverlight, an elderly man with white eyebrows sits on an empty, suspended green futon.

He looked at the screaming white monkeys in the battle, frowned, single-handedly pinched, and began to whisper what was coming.

This man is the mysterious old man who taught the White Ape to swallow the moon in his dreams.

At this point, Ishima is on the verge of collapse. The intense pain makes her consciousness more and more confused. She feels that she may not be able to bear it and faint again.

But at this moment, his ears suddenly clearly sounded the unknown spell of the old man.

After hearing it, the white ape actually withstood the pain, his mouth was just as wide as his mouth was spitting and his words were recited.

The language used in this spell is very strange, but the feeling of familiarity rises again when it is introduced into the center of the stone meadow, as if it has been learned a thousand times already.

Strange things have happened!

As the spell in the mouth of the white ape converted by the stone pasture reads out, the pain in the body and in the divine soul actually instantly decreases by eighty-nine tenths. Although the pain is still painful, it is not unbearable.

This surprised and surprised Ishima, a spirit, suddenly both eyes black, unconscious.

Next moment, Kun is in the stone room.

Ishima suddenly opened her eyes in bed and woke up from a coma.

He hasn't moved yet, his head suddenly sinks, a strong feeling of dizziness strikes, followed by a sore weakness in his limbs.

The pain in the third layer of demyelination was completely beyond expectation, and he had to recall the words of the dreamer in the original scripture palace, which was indeed a fatal defect in the demyelination technique.

But the next moment, his body shook, detecting some abnormalities in his body.

Once again, its physical strength has greatly increased, and the power of Yin Cold in Dantian has increased considerably.

Shi Mu was surprised and surprised.

I can't believe he did it for the third time!

Shi Mu's heart kept spinning.

This time he can break through, eighty-nine out of ten is related to the newly emerging dreams, the cause of which should be related to the set of tricks taught by the elderly frowns in dreams that can greatly reduce pain.

The spells of the white monkeys in the dreams are always blurred and not a word is remembered.

He was uncomfortable. After some thought, he jumped off the bed, quickly washed the blood stain from his body with the prepared fresh water, and changed into a clean clothing before taking the Meteor Knife and walking outside the rat's nest.

It's late at night and the moon is empty.

After Shi Mu left the stronghold, the light vehicle came into the woods.

After confirming that there was nothing unusual around him, he pulled out the black meteorite knife and soon dug a pit in the open forest space, before jumping in without hesitation.

The right fist instantly crystallizes like a jade, striking out.

“Bang" sound.

The surrounding soil collapsed and buried him in the blink of an eye, revealing a head.

Shi Lian's eyes closed for a moment before entering the dream.

Unexpectedly, the white ape reappeared in the Silverlight Battle. As the giant hammer wheel fell in the hands of the two giants of yellow coat, a sudden and unbearable pain arrived as expected...

A moment later, Ishima woke from her dream with a trembling body and a cold sweat.

He didn't climb out of the pit and frowned directly at the spell of the white monkey in his dreams.

It was disappointing that although the mind was a little clearer than before, it still could not remember any spells.

Shi Lian bit his teeth and closed his eyes, entering the dream again.

In the next time, Ishima woke up from the dream over and over again and went into the dream. She listened carefully to the spell of the converted white ape. Although each time she suffered abnormally, the impression in her mind gradually became clearer.

After going through so many and forty repetitions, he finally managed to repeat in his dreams the strange spells the monkey had read.

When he first recited the entire spell, there were three silver lights in his head.

When Shi Mu woke up from his dream again, he hastily tried to repeat it.

What excited him was that he had managed to grasp the spell and could utterly recite it in some strange language.

“Boom!”

Shi Lian jumped from the dirt pit, tidied his clothes slightly, and rushed towards the position.

The sky is still dark, the bright moon is sloping west, the surrounding woods are shadowy, and the light is quite bleak.

All of a sudden, a loud sound came from afar, much like a human footstep.

Ishima's face changed and she lurked behind a bush, holding the black meteorite knife in her hand.

The sound gradually subsided and it seemed that the footsteps were toward the distance.

Ishima's face changed for a while, her eyes narrowed and she followed the past silently in the direction of the sound.

Dozens of feet were chased away, and the sound of the footsteps suddenly disappeared.

His eyes flashed, his feet stopped, his nose suddenly twitched, and he smelled a hint of blood.

Ishima's face changed and walked in the direction of the smell. She quickly arrived near a pile of rocks and her face changed suddenly.

I saw a spotted leopard lying in a pile of rocks, not too small, with a long leg, a rolling neck epithelium, blurred flesh and blood, seemed to have just died for a short time.

Shi Mazhen was surprised that the leopard's body was visibly dry and seemed to be sucked away by something.

Ishima was about to take a closer look, and at this moment, an evil wind came from behind * * *, and a furry black claw grabbed the back of Ishima's brain.

Ishima's face turned in shock, lightning, her right hand instantly turned into snow and white crystal clear, a punch came out, turned into a white light and greeted her up.

The furry claw suddenly turned into a fist, touching the fist of Ishima.

“Bang” bang!

Ishima trembled and took a step back.

But he also saw at this moment that it was a grey monkey monster who attacked him, and his mouth was covered in gray hair with blood, apparently the one who drained the leopard's blood.

Two fists collided, the monkey monster was blown away, but apparently not injured, rolled over the ground, immediately climbed up again, a pair of blood red eyes looked at the stone pasture, full of bloodthirsty colors.