The Portal of Wonderland

In the past three months of painting, Ishigami has not been lazy in cultivating anything other than the Red Monkey Fire Book.

There is a small hill near the mansion where the stone herd purchases, and it is usually deserted.

He comes here every morning to practice sucking, and at night, whenever there is a moon, he comes here to practice swallowing the moon.

Today, during the day, he no longer draws symbols, but returns to the underground cave, provokes the ignition array, and continues to learn to cultivate the Red Monkey Fire through the ninth layer of the technique.

The time flies, the time flies, the little half a year passes.

Night, little peak.

Sitting on her knees, she swallowed the moon in a moon-like position, and a hidden circle of moon fiction appeared behind her head.

A half-air moonlight spills and blends into the illusion of the full moon.

Not knowing how long it had been, Ishima's body moved slightly and the moon shadow dissipated behind his head. He opened his eyes and revealed a hint of joy in his eyes.

The moonlight grains in his mind are already quite large, almost the size of a baby's fist.

Ishima took a deep breath, closed her eyes again, a strand of magic deep into her mind and touched the luminous grain.

With a bang, the grain broke apart and turned into a circle of full moon, which was injected into his body by a pure magic force.

A nebula appears above the stone pasture, the pattern of the three stars sparkles, and the fourth star remains bleak.

As the infusion of magic continued, the nebula suddenly rolled up and the fourth star lit up.

Buzz!

After the nebula surged and the fourth star reached a half-light state, it finally stopped and continued to brighten.

Ishima opened her eyes and revealed a mixed face.

In this month of granulation, his magic trick is to become a four-star magician, although it has grown considerably, and it will take at least a year or two.

At this moment, a thick mist suddenly emerged behind Shi Mu's body.

The fog dissipated and the smoke suddenly crossed the border in silver armor.

“Smokey!” Shi Lian saw the cigarette, and his eyes were a little delightful.

The armor on the tortoise looks different from before, with a strange circle of patterns and several sharp bone spurs growing in both sides of the shoulder armor, and a wave of electrical light flashing at the top of the bone spur.

Compared to the last time it appeared, the strength of the Tobacco seemed to have improved considerably, and the soul fire of both eyes was hidden close to the dark purple color.

“Well, now it looks like something.” Tobacco weighed up and down the stone pasture, and a pleasant ear sounded in the stone pasture brain.

Shi Lian said that the time lagged behind, his cultivation speed was quite exaggerated in the eyes of ordinary people, but for Toro, nature is nothing.

He exhaled softly and asked: "Are you here again to borrow something? ”

“Lend me the stick.” Tobacco's soul flashed for a moment and nodded.

Shi Mu didn't say much either. He removed the Meteoric Short Stick from his back and handed it to Yao Luo.

Yanro waved a short stick and turned to Shi Mu and asked: "Hasn't it added spiritual energy? ”

“I'm stuck in this city now, and I can only earn spiritual stones for my own training. I can't help but add spiritual stones to the stick.” Ishima rolled her eyes and said.

“Shut up and give me 5,000 spirit stones first!” Tobacco reached out to the stone herd without a scratch.

“If you want a spirit stone, why don't you trade it for something.” Shi Mu's arms hugged his chest, "he said.

“What do you want?” Smokey said.

“It's the last kind of green flower, why don't we make an exchange agreement, a green flower for 5,000 spirit stones?” Ishimaki did not hesitate.

Smallpox silent for a moment and seemed to be considering it.

“Ten thousand soul stones a piece.” Tobacco openly bargained for money.

“It's a deal!” There was no hesitation on the part of Ishima, who immediately said that the colour of cunning in her eyes flashed away.

That green flower was definitely worth more than 10,000 spirit stones, and he would never lose the deal.

Smokey nodded and the black smoke appeared on his body, returning to the opposite realm.

Just at this moment, it stopped behaving suddenly and looked at Ishima and seemed somewhat confused.

“What's the matter?” Ishima asked.

Smokey came over, circled around Shi Mu, and finally the probe sniffed on Shi Mu.

“What the hell is going on?” Stone pasture frowned and asked.

“You seem to have a special death scent on you? Have you come across anything strange lately?” Smallpox asked.

Stone pasture flashed, then the spiritual light flashed in my mind.

“By the way, if you don't say I almost forgot, it should be this thing.” He waved his hand and an extra white bone appeared in front of him, “bang” heavily on the ground.

It's the body in that underground cave.

Tobacco glanced at the dead body on the ground, his eyes lit up a few points, his hands lifted, a gray light flew out, lifted up the white bone and pulled it in front of him.

Smallpox carefully weighs the bones in front of him, and his soul is getting brighter and brighter, seemingly with some joy.

“I recently got this by accident, the bones are a little special and may be useful to you, and if you like it, it's yours.” Stoneshepherd said.

Smallpox did not answer, suddenly a mouth spit a purple flame and flew into the skull of the body.

The hollow orbit of the corpse flashed rapidly, revealing a flame of soul fire, but in blue.

A soul fire was ignited and the body trembled for a moment.

Half a mile later, his head looked a little blurred around him, then some stiff motion of his hands and feet, and the joints made a clicking sound.

Immediately afterwards, a breath characteristic of a necrotic creature emerged on this white skull and grew, stabilizing a moment later to the level of the late congenital period, before changing.

Ishima looked at everything in front of her with some dismay.

Raising a hand and throwing a foot room to make a skeleton a dead creature, the strength can still reach the congenital period, it's actually a bit appalling.

“Perhaps related to the skeleton itself?” Ishima thought so.

The white bone skeleton looked around, and a moment later, his eyes fell on the smoke, the blue soul flashing in his eyes, his eyes revealing a cordial feeling.

White bone skeleton half knelt on the ground, lowered his head toward the smoke, buzzing sound in his mouth:

“Lord...... man! ”

“Get up! From now on, you will follow me. Well, I need to give you a name.” Smallpox said, his eyes burst into flames, like he was thinking.

Smallpox thought about it for a while and didn't seem to come up with any good names and turned around to look at the stone pasture beside him.

“Since he's yours, it would be better if you gave him a name yourself.” Shi Mu swayed his hand.

“Master, I... have a name, I... call... Wu Night.” The white bone skeleton sounds vague, but the meaning is clear.

“Ok, you can call me Wu Night.” Smokey nodded, black smoke poured over her body, and the void fluctuated, as if it were a water wave, and she stepped in.

The white bone skeleton followed.

“In a few days, I will try to collect the flowers and you prepare the spirit stone!” Before the void fluctuations dissipated, the sound of the smoke roared in the mind of the stone herd.

Shi Lian revealed a smile, and with this green flower, his magic was fixed to reach four stars, so he could stay.

As for the spirit stone, he still has some left.

Now that you have made a deal with Yanro, you just need to spend some time refining the charm and exchange it with each other.

He was worried that Smallpox would ignore himself, and now that Smallpox has asked for himself, he can handle it.

Shi Mu thought so, shaking his figure, and flew toward the residence.

……

The time flies and another three months flies by.

Dead Spirit Interface, a huge black mountain peak, the black shadow wind whistles and makes a ghost cry.

Two Undead Legions are fighting on a gentle hillside, halfway up the mountain.

Nearly all skeletons are on one side, while the other is dominated by decapitated organisms, with similar numbers.

The Skeleton Legion is headed by a tall white skeleton warrior with a dark blue soul flashing in his orbit, holding a white sword about his size in his hand.

White skeleton warrior is extremely powerful. Each time the sword waves, it can lift a white sword shadow and cut off one or two dead creatures from each other trying to get close.

Skeleton Legion is gradually gaining ground under the leadership of the White Skeleton Warrior.

But the attention of the white skull doesn't seem to be in the current struggle, looking halfway into the sky from time to time.

Halfway through the sky, a slender figure with white armor was holding a short stick in his hand and killed with a giant black corpse dog.

Six months later, the body of this slim figure is changing again.

A pair of broad bone wings grow on the back, a translucent membrane in the wings that flashes, and its body moves extremely flexibly in mid-air.

The black corpse dog had two large, tapered corners on its head, as if it were a horn, with a body size of twenty or thirty feet, a dark purple flame flashing in its eyes and a grey air beneath it, lifting its body flying in mid-air.

It emits an incredibly powerful aura that surpasses the smoky one across the street.

The dark purple flame in the eyes of the black corpse dog amplifies and the giant body jumps towards the place of the tortoise.

The shape of the tobacco suddenly stopped, the figure did not move, there was no intention of dodging.

The black corpse dog was delighted, and a thick layer of black light appeared on one of his giant foreclaws and grabbed it down towards the smoky void.

The sound of "chi chi” made a big scene of black light condensed into a giant black giant palm fiction and suddenly grabbed it.

At this moment, the black bars in the hands of Toronto amplified with black light, and suddenly a beast roared, and a large piece of black light emerged, congealing into a thick black bar-shadow, smashing into the falling palm of the flying giant.

“Bang" loud sound!

The black palm broke apart as if it were a rag, and the black stick continued to cast itself toward the black corpse dog.

The black corpse dog showed a frightening look on his face, and the two corners of his head were magnified by black light, heading toward the black stick shadow.

Ka Cha

The black corpse dog's head broke apart at a double angle, and the stick hit the corpse dog's head.

The corpse dog's head immediately burst open as if it were a rotten watermelon.

Black corpse dogs fell like giant body meteorites and fell into the Corps of Deceased Below.