The Portal of Wonderland

“Knock” a cracking bone crisps!

Dragon field arms twisted at a strange angle, followed by a "bang” sound, like the remainder of the stick impinging continuously on his chest.

His mouth sprayed a mouthful of blood and his body flew backwards, falling to the ground and fainting directly.

Ruyi Ruyi Iron Stick circled back and again fell into the hands of the stone herder.

“Bang” sound!

The shepherd's body shook and his hands held the stick firmly in front of him on the ground, which did not bring him down.

The scene was silent.

Halfway through the sky, the eight-foot gorgeous mirror spins slowly, casting a blue light over a rubble beneath it.

Around the ruins, people looked through the light curtain and looked at the shadows that had not yet fallen inside. The colors of the gods varied.

Today's battle between Ishima and Dragon Warfare has far exceeded expectations, especially the infinity of heaven and earth, the near-extinction of heaven and earth, and the power to destroy it, creating an indelible impression.

At this moment, Ishima proved to everyone that he was no less powerful than the heavenly one, and all the words questioning his strength would dissipate themselves.

Among the surrounding crowd, Qing Changtian, Jiangshui Shui, Qiqiaozi, Maroon and others, looking at the figure of Shi Liam, complexion, surprise, sigh, admiration.

This people, who had joined them in the Holy Land, had reached an incredible level in less than two decades.

Zhao Yan, who was adopted by Qinglan Saint Joe as his biological disciple, was only a tie with Dragon Field. Now Dragon Field has fallen. Shi Mu, though seriously injured, is still standing.

Lu Jing, Zhao Shenlei, Zhao and other people who have had problems with Shi Lian, but at this moment it is difficult to see the extreme point.

They were going to watch a good show, watch what they thought was a madman being taught a lesson, making an ugly scene in front of everyone, and it turned out to be against their will.

Not far away on the high platform, Nangong Guardianship one-handed, eight feet of golden mirror turned into a green light, it was retracted by it.

Jin Tao, a unicorn old man, flew somewhere below the rubble, examined the wounds of Dragon Field, stood up and looked deeply at Shi Lian not far away, declaring:

“Shi Mu has won the first three hundred years of disciples in a row, gaining the qualification to challenge phantom demons! ”

……

Seven days later.

Shi Mu had just stepped into the Palace of Illusion and saw the old deacon standing in the Palace with a respectful face, and beside him was a middle-aged man in blue with a long sword, the Yue guardian of punishment in the ruling gate of the commandment hall.

“See Yue Custody Law for disciples.” Ishima walked forward, arching her hand.

“There is no need for formality, now that people are here, let's get started.” Yue Custody nodded at the deacon.

The old deacon would like to hurry up and say to Shi Liam:

“Shi Mu, you are now eligible to invade magic. Before you enter, Yue Custody will explain some matters to you, and then you will decide whether or not you wish to continue. ”

Shi Lian heard, just nodded and didn't speak.

“The magic of illusion is a wonderful array of eighteen steps, one world at a time, and one world at a time, thousands of years ago, set together by the existence of several sacred steps in this door. The ability to get out of this side of the world depends on your heart. Remember, fantasy starts from the beginning, and the magic comes from the heart, and you go through years or even decades in it, and on the outside, maybe just a flick of a finger. But since most of your minds enter the magical world, if it's too long, it's mild, it's silly, and heavy, it's directly spiritual. You still insist on breaking and entering?” Yue said.

“The disciple's heart has been decided, please ask Yue Custody to complete it.” Ishima's eyes were bright and her tone was firm.

“Okay!”

Yue Custody heard that in the eyes of the original well, the color of praise flashes.

“Now that you've made up your mind, do as I say.” The old deacon said so, walking with Shi Mu towards the inner palace.

Walking into the inner palace, Ishima saw a circular formation of stone columns on the ground in the center of the inner palace.

Thirty-six white stone columns were erected on the periphery of the law, carved on the columns a beast resembling a pandora, but without horns and scales.

The beast was wrapped around the stone column, and his head protruded from the top of the stone column, toward the center of the formation, with a big mouth with pointed teeth.

Ishima saw that the beast was so strange, she looked at it a few more times, but suddenly remembered that she had seen the beast in an ancient book called Mirage, a family of dragons, whether born in it or not, and the ability to create illusions.

Looking at the center of the law, there is one side of the black stone, six feet high and low, irregularly shaped.

The black stone is crystal clear, like a crystal, with a dazzling glow, hidden in a delicate and complex spell.

“This is a magic stone that you can connect with by dropping a drop of your own blood on it.” The old deacon said to Shi Lian.

Shi Mu listened, the Yue Custodian and the Deacon arched their hands and walked into the formation law. The spiritual strength of their arms fluctuated, and a drop of red sperm blood condensed in their palms, pressing down towards the black crystal stone.

As soon as his palms touched the crystal surface, there was a light shining on it, immediately followed by a red light on the intricate lines, reflecting the face of the stone pasture.

Shi Lian waited for a moment, but did not see any other changes. When she was doubting herself, she listened to the Yue Guardian's opening remarks:

“The opening of this illusion must be presided over by at least one holy martial artist, and I will open it for you. ”

Say it. With a single lift, the palms suddenly illuminate a blue light and shoot straight at a white stone column.

Seeing that white stone column suddenly sucked in the blue light, it suddenly became bright and seemed as clear as a jade stone.

The stone column lit up for a moment, and the white light flowed out onto it, extending towards the stone columns on both sides. Immediately thereafter, the two stone columns also flashed white light.

But for a moment, those 36 pillars were lit up.

Ishima saw that the miracle skull at the top of the stone columns suddenly moved like a living creature, opening its mouth and spewing a clear white light towards the center of the formation.

In time, thirty-six dazzling white lights converged and shot into the black crystal stone in front of the stone herd.

Just listen to a "buzzing” sound of trembling.

Above that black crystalline stone, a black vortex suddenly emerged and a powerful ripping force emanated from it.

Without any resistance, Ishima let that force drag her into the vortex.

As soon as his figure disappeared, the black vortex disappeared and the buzzing noise in the hall ceased to sound.

……

After a day of spinning, Ishima found herself in a bright spot, already in an alien space.

Ishimaki glanced around and looked at the dark fog that rolled all over her eyes as if she were standing in a void.

And in front of him, there was a curved path that seemed to be made up of a thin layer of black crystal stone, winding down to the deep fog.

Instead of rushing onto the trail, his eyes lit up and his pupils turned golden yellow. He looked around with his spiritual eyes.

Surprisingly, however, what he saw through his spiritual eyes was still a dark fog that covered everything.

It's not that he can't see through the fog, it's that there's only the fog left in this space, except for the path in front of him.

Since there was only one path in front of him, Ishima stopped thinking and then lifted her legs and stepped over that black crystal trail.

As soon as he stepped on it, his heart suddenly had a very strange feeling, and his heart began to beat violently.

He couldn't help but cover his heart and bend over.

With this bend, Ishima saw her reflection from the crystal trail and her angular face.

What stunned him, however, was that the reflecting self was not wearing a blue long shirt, but a bloodstained golden armor, a round mirror guard, a silky belly, which looked like a battlefield general.

Shi Lian suddenly raised his head and heard a whistle in his ear, a black arrow shooting past his ear.

“Ah…” a fierce howl sounded behind him.

He immediately turned around and saw a soldier in an iron coat, holding the black arrow in his orbit with one hand, screaming in agony.

After Ishima was shocked, she immediately swept around and saw countless armored soldiers beside her, holding the blade and killing them.

In the distance, a number of lightly armored archers are holding bows and arrows and shooting black feather arrows at them.

The earth has been stained with blood, many pits have solidified blood that has not yet dried up, there is a bloody breath in the air, and the shouting of slaughter in the sky is directly vibrating in Shi Mu's ears.

“General Shi, take the men and kill them immediately!” A roar came from the ears of Shi Mu, and the sound was as loud as thunder, shocking a spiritual in Shi Mu's heart.

He looked over there, but saw a pile of corpses piled up on the hill, standing a big man with a heavy armor, waving a long moon knife with one hand, holding a stubborn head with one hand, staring at himself and yelling.

What the hell is going on here? How did I become a general?

Shi Mu was in a trance.

At this moment, several soldiers dressed in black armour, with their faces full of blood, came towards the side of the stone pasture, and suddenly the servant fell to the ground, yelling in his mouth:

“Please ask General Shi to take me to kill the reincarnation...”

“Kill out the reincarnation...”

“Kill out the reincarnation...”

Ishima looked at a purgatory scene around her, breathing heavier and heavier in her mouth and nose, her heart beating faster and faster, and a burgeoning feeling of bloodthirsty violence immediately burst into her mind.

“Kill!”

Shi Mu drank loudly, single-handedly, and a three-foot knife was grasped tightly in his hands.

He stepped out, jumped in the sky, held the knife in his hands, and a heavily armored cavalry, accompanied by a horse, split in half.

A fiery piece of blood spilled out with his guts, most of it on the stone herd, his eyes almost covered in blood, but an indescribable pleasure arose in his heart.