The Portal of Wonderland

New Monday arrives, the ticket will be recalculated again, the ticket is requested!

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At night, the moonlight is like water, mapping everything below into a white color.

A young man sat on his knees in front of a small river, parked in a carriage, lit a bonfire next to it, and raised his hands and made a strange move.

The flame of burning jumping extinguishes the brightness of the young man's steadfast face.

The young man is Shi Mu.

A little moonlight came together and blended into his body.

After a long time, Ishima's body shook and slowly opened her eyes to reveal a glimmer of joy.

This road returns to the Dark Gate. He cultivates the moon through dreams as he rushes to cultivate it during the day, cultivating it as if it were a celestial work. At night there is a moon night.

This has been the case throughout the journey, without any delay.

I wonder if it was the influence of the last incarceration of the white monkey in the forbidden land, and now he is practicing swallowing the moon to gather the moonlight more and more quickly.

Only a few months after he left the Sacred Snow Palace of the Barbarian Nation, his mind had once again condensed into a bean-sized grain.

Silk ice cooling energy emanates from the grains and is quite comfortable.

Ishima's magic trick has now gradually reached the fourth level, and he intends to continue absorbing the Moonlight essence for some time, trying to break through the fifth layer of bottleneck, but it is clearly not the time yet.

Shi Lian stopped practicing the swallowing moon style, turned his hand to take out a quenching dan and a blood dan and took it, silently operated like an elephant kung fu, refining the chemical power.

His likeness of celestial work has reached the tenth layer of bottleneck at this time, with dandrug-holding, breakthrough is imminent.

Little by little time passed, until the sky filled with a hint of fish belly, Shi Lian opened his eyes again and his body jumped away.

His true qi, such as water beads, has reached its peak, a wave of strong forces burst out of his body, the bones are a little itchy, quite a feeling of not throwing up.

He glanced, shouted, waved and grabbed the meteor hammer next to him, waving up on the bank of the river.

The long meteor hammer is like a black dragon, dancing around the stone pasture, as if a storm swept around the ten legs.

The whirring wind swept up the dust on the ground and the river flooded, stirring up waves after waves.

loud sound!

Meteor hammers hit hard on a grinding disc-sized boulder by the river, smashing it to pieces.

Stone pasture suddenly stopped and danced alone, inevitably boring some monotony.

He had a figure of smoke in his head, his eyes slightly lit and his mouth chanted a spell.

A black gas appeared out of thin air, and people flashed inside, appearing as if they were smoky.

“Smokey, practice martial arts with me! ”

Shi Mu ordered him to come and wave his arm, the meteor hammer as if the oolong had made a hole and fired towards the smoke as a chest, bringing a strong wind together.

“… Yes!” At this very moment, an ambiguous idea appeared in his mind.

Ishima's face changed and a hand pulled on the meteor hammer, and the hammer stopped a foot in front of the cigarette.

“Now... you can talk?” He looked at the skull in front of him in surprise.

Ishima's eyes flashed, and at this moment he noticed that the colour of the soul fire in the eyes of the tobacco had changed again, turning sky blue and appearing to be a little more intelligent.

“… yes…” Yanro's voice blurred and his soul flashed as he looked at the beast's soul bag between the waists of Ishima.

“There is no beast soul in it.” Ishima noticed the sight of Toro and smiled bitterly and said.

The smoky soul fire couldn't help but glow and seemed somewhat disappointed.

“Indeed!” Shi Mazhen secretly said.

If it had been before, there would never have been such a rapid reaction, it would have seemed that as its strength had improved, Toro's mind had evolved quite a bit.

But it was also unexpected to him that Smallpox generated wisdom, and not necessarily a bad thing for him.

Shi Mu's mind turned and a moment later, he threw all these thoughts away and shook his arm.

Meteor hammer is like an oolong rising up and hitting the smoke.

Although Ishima has not practiced hammering, she is now gradually exploring some techniques of use.

The hammer drips and spins and looks erratic.

Tobacco shook his body and moved the rest towards the side, avoiding the hammer bombardment.

A smile appeared on Ishima's face, his arms trembled, and the meteor hammered into several shadows, sweeping from several different directions towards the smoke.

Smallpox just stood steady and the black hammer reached him, as if it had been anticipated that he would duck toward it.

It had a soulfire in its eyes, and the bone gun in its hand suddenly turned into several bone white flowers, colliding with several black shadows that had come in.

Pfft, pfft, pfft! A series of metal collision loud noises.

The Meteor Hammer is extremely heavy, compared to the Toronto's bone gun, which is more than ten times lighter.

The flowers broke apart, but the dark shadows that came in were also shaken up a few points, and the smoke rose again, flying out of between the shadows.

Ishima's eyebrows wrinkled, just a couple of times seemed simple, he had almost done everything he could, and Toros hid so easily from the past.

His face was sunk, his body really breathed, the meteor hammer spread in his hand to the extreme, and a handful of shadows appeared crosswise and staggered, the maximum number of shadows appeared at the same time more than a dozen shadows, such as a storm storm attack toward the tornado, the momentum of the mountains to the sea.

Stupid scene has appeared!

No matter how hard the stone herds attack, they are easily avoided by the smoke, the wind of the hammer gusts, the nearby trees tremble, the leaves fall like rain, and drift down.

Flying leaves and hammers dodged here, the smokerows suddenly left and right, shaping themselves.

Sometimes bending over and bending his head, his arms bent gently, his hands raised and his feet swept like a breeze, and his white bones glistened with glitter and glow in the light of the bonfire that was not extinguished beside him.

At this time, Yanro, rather than being in hiding, may as well be said to be dancing, like the Han Palace flying in the wind Feiyan, but also like the book student Danqing's pen walking dragon.

The woodland riverside, the campfire falling leaves, the shadowy man, the dancing skull, outlines a slightly strange and somewhat soft picture.

“Bang” squealed!

The metal chain of the meteor hammer in the bone gun in Yanro's hand led the hammer to deflect it towards the side for a few points, rubbing its body over.

Ishima's eyes flashed and her body flew up, shaking her hand, pulling out the black meteorite knife on her back.

The blade flashed and thirteen blades swept away towards the smoke.

A bone gun shook in Yanro's hand and a white light appeared in the lane, crossing an arc and stabbing into thirteen blades.

A loud noise of steel crossing!

The thirteen knives broke apart, a massive force coming from the black meteorite knife, and the stone herd couldn't help but take a step back.

Tobacco's body was also like a willow in the wind, flying towards the rear and landing slightly lighter on the ground.

The expression on Ishima's face changed and she did not continue to attack.

Just now a series of offensive defenses have clearly shown that Smallpox's strength is now above him.

In the race just now, I'm afraid Toronto didn't even show up half his strength, and even if he had a totem transformation at this moment, he wouldn't necessarily be able to defeat Toronto.

“Ha ha!” Ishima suddenly laughed loudly.

Tobacco slightly crooked his head and looked at Shi Lian, seeming somewhat confused.

Shi Mu is quite excited, the stronger the tobacco, the better for him naturally, and with such an innate expert practice in the future, it will also greatly help him to improve martial arts.

He turned around and the sky grew bright.

He is situated at the crossroads of Great Qi and Flaming Country, which, although wilderness, is not without smoke.

Shi Lian waved back the cigarette and packed it.

When the sky was clear, he drove on towards the Black Demon Gate.

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One night after six months.

The moonlight softened the earth, in the grass next to the official road, where a carriage parked, two yellow grinding horses next to the carriage swinging their tails from time to time, leisurely eating the grass in the moonlight.

Ishima sits quietly on an empty lot not far from the carriage.

After more than half a year of constant cultivation, the luminous grain in his mind finally had the size of a dragon's eye.

He glanced at the full moon in the sky, closing his eyes and quickly entering the dream.

Still that silver boulder, the white monkey swallowed the moon with both hands in the sky, and its milky white liquid-shaped vortex in its mind constantly swallowed the power of the moon flowing into its body.

Just to make Ishima strange, this practice was particularly long, he was bored and forced himself to calm down and enjoy the mountain view.

After a long time, Ishimaki felt something was wrong.

He sensed slightly and was surprised that the grain in the white ape's mind had turned into an egg-like size.

Shi Muyu felt something was about to happen!

The next moment, he discovered something unusual.

Although the white fog that the power of the moon has become constantly pouring into the liquid vortex, the grain size is not changing, but the liquid vortex becomes denser and denser.

The light of the whirlpool became brighter and brighter, and the whirlpool center suddenly murmured a white light, emitting from the top of the white ape's head, dozens of feet tall.

The duck-sized grain rises slowly from the white light column and passes through the baihui point above the white ape's head, eventually staying at the top of the light column.

Soon the grains glowed with white masks in the middle of the sky and spinning quickly, there were plenty of white light dots in the sky that swept towards the grains like a tide.

As time goes by, the white light on the grains becomes brighter and more surprising, with hidden signs of instability.

At this point, the white ape howled and the sky suddenly darkened.

The next moment, Ishima opened her eyes and immediately woke up.

This is an incomplete dream, and this is Shi Mu's first reaction at this time.

He frowned slightly, carefully recalling what had just happened in his dreams, and seemed to have become enlightened.

After a moment, Ishima closed her eyes and entered the dream again.

An hour later, he woke up again, his heart moved, but a moment later, he shook his head.

So many times, when Ishima woke up for the eleventh time, her eyes flashed brightly and she felt like she was about to catch something.

When he entered the dream again, when the sky faded again, he finally saw that after the white ape roared, almost most of the light of the moon hanging in the sky was absorbed by it instantly.