The Portal of Wonderland

Meanwhile, Ishima is in a large black pit, where the golden head of the size of the house is lying, half of it embedded.

From previous signs, the golden soul that he devoured through the power of totem should be a new soul that was reborn after his head was beheaded, otherwise he would not have been able to crush it so easily.

After observing for a moment, Ishima walked to the tip of his head, grabbing the unicorn in the middle with both hands, sighing low, and his arms banging hard.

“Boom Lung Lung” burst out, the golden head under the pressure of stone pasture, a little dragged out of the pit, leading to a landslide in the pit.

A moment later.

Stonegrazing looked at the golden head of the house, almost the size of the house in front of him, and walked around the object and circled around it.

This head was struck by his left hand, the surface scales were broken in half, and the skull was filled with cracks, but the golden head of such strength was covered with treasure, and many precious spirits could still be extracted from it.

After three laps, Shi Mu stood still and had a general plan in mind.

In the next time, Ishima used a black meteorite knife to break the dragon's head into thin limbs, and dragon scales, dragonbones, and dragon blood were not wasted into the storage ring.

……

Time flies by and half a month passes by.

The stone pasture tray sits next to the underwater lake and retracts its gaze from the pale red lake surface.

Since entering the lake, there has been no movement, and that martial night has remained motionless, as usual, by the lake.

Shi Lian shook his head, stood up and turned towards the outside.

Yet at this moment, behind me came a wave of water.

The heart of the stone herd moved, turning around and seeing the middle of the underwater lake, the blood red water rolled over and swung a circle of ripples.

The sound of "La La La La” gradually grew louder and the ripples on the surface of the water gradually turned into tumbling waves.

In the middle of the lake, a slowly rotating swirl gradually formed, and in the center of the swirl, a white figure rose from it.

This scenario is like a bloody flower that reveals a perfect white flower blossom.

“Yanro, are you all right?” Seeing this, Shi Mu was delighted and hurried through the Heart God's sermon.

The tobacco turned to look at the stone pasture, shook its head and seemed to indicate that it was unobstructed.

At first glance, Shi Lian saw that the entire body of the tobacco was covered by silver armor again, and the cracks on it had disappeared. Even the breath emitted from the body had recovered as it had been in the beginning.

Yan Luo walked ashore on a bloody wave and swept around. Wu-night had stood up and waited not far from him.

Smallpox's eyes beat for a moment, locking his eyes on the stone herd again, weighing them up and down, then turning around and walking in one direction.

Wu Night met here and followed.

“Smokey, are you getting out of here?” Ishima asked.

“You're safer here.” Yanro's footsteps continued, and his crisp voice echoed in Ishima's heart.

Ishima chased him up and asked, "What are you going to do? ”

As if he hadn't heard of it, he didn't answer Shi Mu, and his footsteps didn't stop.

Shi Mu had long been accustomed to the indifference of Toro and was not angry. After a little reflection, he still followed.

Smallpox couldn't help but follow Shi Lian and didn't say anything to stop him, but kept walking forward.

So, Yanlo, Wu-night, Shi Lian three people, went this way and gradually left the range of the underwater lake.

Legion of Reapers stationed on the outskirts of Underwater Lake, after the three of them approached Toronto, silent words made way for the three of them to pass.

Over the next period of time, every time Tobacco takes a walk, it stops for a moment, adjusts direction, moves forward again, and the speed is getting faster.

Shi Mu didn't speak either, but followed in silence.

Intuition tells him that Smallpox should have something to do, and as long as Smallpox doesn't object, he intends to follow it, on the one hand, to take the opportunity to learn more about his spouse and, on the other, to make plans to get out of here.

The altar needed to fall into the Sendai, on its own, will certainly not be built.

Before, Yanagishi also confronted him, his life and death were hanging on the line, and Yanagiro arrived here. If he let him go at this moment, he would like to see her next time, and he doesn't know when.

Anyway, there is a Falling Sendai Light Protector, and the Death Spirit smell here can't do him any harm.

So much for about an hour.

Suddenly, Smokey, who walked in front of him, stopped and turned around, and the martial night behind him stopped as well.

Seeing this, Ishima stopped.

Smallpox looked at Ishima and preached through Heart God:

“Before you came to me, I was chasing a bonebird. Now, I'm gonna go find it. ”

I'm coming with you. ”Ishima said without hesitation.

Smallpox looked at Ishima, his eyes slightly trembled a few times, without saying yes or refusing.

The next moment, she turned her body and flapped her wings behind her back, stood up and flew away.

Following the martial night behind the cigarette, he jumped up and suddenly raised a gray mist on his soles. He also flew to follow.

Seeing this, Ishimaki smiled, flashing behind her, stretching out two flaming wings, flashing fiercely, the whole human being turned into a red light and chased in the direction of Toro.

……

The landscape of the Dead Spirit interface varies from one end to the next, and the stone pasture flies with the smoke for a short time. It is found here that sometimes the mountains rise and sometimes the valleys cross, sometimes passing through some small area of bloody lakes.

These lakes are surrounded by more or less dead creatures.

Along the way, Smallpox still flies for a while, stopping, reorienting and continuing.

One day and one night later, the three men arrived in a rolling hillside and landed.

As soon as the smoke had landed, he raised his head and looked somewhere ahead.

Shi Mu saw this and looked in the direction of Toro.

The next moment, he saw a bloody lake in front of him, a grey bone bird over twenty feet in size, half of his body immersed in the water.

Wired bloody fog rises from the water of the lake and falls out of the bone birds.

“Is this the bird you're looking for?” Stone herd retracted his gaze, his eyes flowed down and looked around and asked.

“Yes.” Smallpox said, just walking forward.

“Wait a minute." Shi Liam shrugged. said.

Smells of smoke, turns his head, looks at the stone pasture, seems a little confused.

“You said you've been chasing this bird before, and you can see that it's not easy to catch up. If we rush up, I'm afraid the bird will turn around and flee immediately. Instead, we might as well brake statically.” Stoneshepherd said.

“How?” Smokey Lane.

“Follow me.” Shi Mu said, walking in the other direction.

When Yaro saw this, he turned around and looked in the direction of the bonebird, or followed the stone herd.

A minute later, they bypassed the bloody lake where the bonebird was located and came to another bloody lake not more than a few hundred feet from it.

There was a bunch of necrotic creatures that weren't very powerful, and after seeing the smoke coming, they had long gone intelligent and ran away.

Ishima walked to the lake, holding her breath, pulling out the black meteorite knife and holding it in her hand, one hand down, the tip of the black knife pointed on the ground, immediately after his wrist spinning, the black knife drew an arc on the ground.

The arc was drawn to the end, and the wrist of Ishima turned again, and the arc immediately circled back, moving in a different direction.

As the wrist of Ishima rotated, a less complicated pattern of the Falun Formation appeared on the ground.

Stone pasture stashed away the black knife, turned over and removed several medium spiritual stones, inserted them in various parts of the law array, and then removed three different colored symbols.

He clamped one of the yellow tokens in his hands and placed it in the center of the Pharaoh, which lit a yellow light that disappeared immediately after the tokens.

Then, Ishima again clamped the remaining two blue symbols, each dotted on either side of the pattern, both sides also lit up two groups of blue light, and then the symbols disappeared.

Shi Pastor looked at the legal formation in front of him and read words in his mouth. Several laws were firmly struck out. They passed away in a flash and did not enter the legal formation.

Several of the spirit stone rays inlaid in the formation flashed and the entire formation disappeared.

This is an anonymous character array. It is one of the few Yin attribute arrays that Shisheng can learn from the Dry Heavenly Talisman. It belongs to the auxiliary type of cold-door character array, which can mask the spiritual fluctuations emitted by the magic instrument.

The French array itself is an extension of the symbolic array, which, coupled with the fact that the array is not complicated, is directly and slightly altered and arranged here.

Later, Ishima arrived at the remaining three locations of the Bloody Lake and carved them up.

When the last Anonymous Character Array was finished and placed into the three Characters, Ishima stood up and took a long breath.

The stone pastoral trick pointed to a dark print on the surface of the falling Sendai above his suspended head, a roll of black light swept out, and the little translucent skeleton that he had previously subdued appeared.

“Dagger spirit, you lurk here invisibly.” Shi Mu commanded. The Dagger Spirit, the name Ishima gave to this assassinated crystal skull, means the ghost with the dagger in his hand.

The dagger heard the words and did not speak. He lay down on the ground, his eyes flashed, his translucent bones gradually became more transparent and his breath vanished instantly.

Just one or two breathing kung fu, the dagger is like disappearing in front of the stone pasture.

If Ishima hadn't known his divinity, she wouldn't have thought that there was such an assassin lurking on the ground in front of her.

Ishima nodded with satisfaction.

Throughout the day, Yaro stood not far away, watching Ishima busy, his eyes and soul flames trembled slightly from time to time, not knowing what he was thinking.

Stonegraze glanced at the fading, bloody lake not far away and walked up to Toronto and said:

“I observe that, without surprise, at most one more hour, the lake will lose its role as a recovery. The skullbird seemed to have suffered a severe spiritual drain and would never give up this nearby underwater lake. ”