The Portal of Wonderland

Chapter 561 Lost Secret Realm

“No…”

At this moment, Shi Mu suddenly raised his head to the sky and shouted a loud roar in his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, he was surrounded by flame, as if wearing a layer of flaming armor.

As soon as the flame came out, the plasma around it burst into flames.

His eyes were still red, and apparently his consciousness had not yet been fully restored, but he had emerged from the marshes of plasma only with a hint of residual reason.

“Kill…”

He flew up, the whole man bent into a strong bow in the middle of the sky, behind him dragged a long stick, suddenly forward, danced a black stick shadow in the air, with Tarzan pressing the top, suddenly smashing towards the big man.

The monk didn't seem to expect Shi Lian to make such a move. He showed surprise and grabbed the moon knife with his bare hands. He immediately danced violently and blocked it.

ka-cha

A broken voice sounded, and the long knife in the hands of the big man was struck by a long stick and split in half.

And his half shoulder, completely trapped, appeared to fold together and was shortened by half.

“Pu”

A mouthful of blood spit out in the mouth of the big man, then laughed strangely haha.

Shi Liam only felt a little dizzy in front of him and saw the big man's helmet fall off, but it revealed a clean, bearded young man's cheek.

He didn't look well, but was surprised at first glance. The person in front of him was Wang Tianhao.

“Haha… Ishima, your natural waste vein is always a waste material, there will be no greater achievement in your lifetime…” Wang Tianhao is dying, but he growls at Ishima with a grunt.

“I'm not a loser, I'm not a loser, I'm not a loser...” Shi Mu once again shouted uncontrollably, the action in his hand was stagnant.

“This is a well-known iron fact. What can you do if you deny it? Hahaha...”

Wang Tianhao's eyes flashed a sly color, his figure retracted, while his eyes appeared dark fog, slowly spinning.

“No! ”

At this moment, Ishima suddenly realized what was happening. Her confused eyes flashed a little bright. After shouting her head, her arms swung down with a stick.

Suddenly a huge black stick shadow with an incredibly powerful power can hit Wang Tianhao, instantly crushing him into a piece of meat mud.

Immediately afterwards, the surroundings suddenly became silent and silent, and all sounds seemed to disappear except his own.

The head of the stone pasture was in severe pain, and the roar of exhalation subsided slightly.

As soon as he lowered his head, he found the surrounding battlefield, the bodies and the plasma all gone.

And at this moment, he stands alone on that black crystal trail, still in the first place.

He was in a trance in his heart, then a bit sudden.

It's been a long time in the illusion, but in the real world, it seems like it's really only a moment away.

When Shi Lian rubbed his forehead, he found that his palms were covered in wet sweat, and his body felt sticky. The long blue shirt he was wearing had been completely soaked with sweat.

Stone Pastor remembered the scene over and over again, silenced for a long time, took a deep breath, then lifted his feet again, and took the second step forward.

The sight changed and he appeared on a prairie.

Looking at it, the eyes are filled with green grass and some cattle and sheep can be seen eating grass in the distance.

The warm sun shined on him, the breeze slowly blew in, the nose and mouth only had the scent of dirt and green grass, a sense of tranquillity, people had to indulge in it.

“Where am I?” Ishima looked around and muttered to herself.

He looked at it for a moment, shook his head and tried to fly away.

But the next moment, his face changed dramatically.

In the Dantian Linghai, it is empty, so many years of hard cultivated true qi magic, vanished.

“How can it be like this? Where's my fix?” Shi Liam's face was full of shock and roared.

His face was gloomy and uncertain. After a moment, he suddenly thought of something. He sat down on his knees in the original place and searched all over his body desperately.

But no matter how he searches, he never finds a trace of true power.

It feels like you've never practiced!

“No, is this the effect of illusion?” Ishima took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

Now there seems to be only one explanation, but can illusion really reach this level?

In the illusion in front of him, although he was temporarily killed and lost his mind, when he woke up, he was still practicing himself.

Shi Mu grabbed his head a few times, slowly stood up and looked around again.

If this is really the effect of illusion, then somewhere in this prairie, there must be a key to breaking the illusion.

He calmed his mind and recognized one direction and stepped forward.

As a result, he walked for an hour before reaching a hillside as the sun was about to set.

Standing on the hillside looking down, it was a small village, seemed to live in more than a dozen households, at this moment in the household's chimney, there was smoke.

In the village, a group of children were chasing after each other, and there was the sound of poultry dogs barking.

Shi Mu looked at everything below and a little confusion appeared in her eyes.

How familiar this scenario was, when he lived his childhood by the sea.

The relationship between the villagers' neighbors is simple and simple. Although life is clear of poverty, it is worry-free. There is no strong enemy who wants to take his own life with all his heart. He does not have to struggle to kill, but only in exchange for an opportunity to make progress.

“Brother Shi, is that you?” At this moment, a gentle woman's voice came from behind and her voice trembled a little.

Stone herding creeped, turning towards the back, his body suddenly stiff.

Behind him stood a young girl in a long white linen skirt with a barrel full of fresh water.

This woman looks euphemistic, like a fluffy flower, wearing a rough cloth, but still difficult to hide her spiritual temper.

This woman is not someone else, she is Zhong Xiu.

“Xiu 'er!” Shi Mudong shouted with surprise.

“Brother Shi, it's really you!” There was a big drop of tears in Zhong Xiu's eyes, and the pear blossoms were raining.

Her hands were loose, the barrel fell to the ground, and the fresh water inside sprinkled the ground, ignoring it, and she flew into the arms of the stone herd.

“Brother Shi, where have you been all these years? Xiu misses you so much...” Zhong Xiu grabbed Shi Liam and said while sobbing.

Shimashi's face changed and his hands tried to hold the person in his arms, but he suddenly thought of something and stopped.

He keeps telling himself in his heart that this place is an illusion, who knows if the person in his arms is demonized?

“Brother Shi, what's wrong with you?” Zhong Xiu buried his head in front of Shi Mu's chest, seemed to feel something, looked up at Shi Mu, saw the anxiety and hesitation in Shi Mu's eyes.

Zhong Xiu trembled and slowly stood up from Shi Lian's arms, showing a desperate look in his eyes.

“Brother Shi, we were separated from Xihe Mainland, and now there are decades. Do you have a new joy outside, don't you want to show?” Zhong Xiu's face was incredibly pale, saying that, finally, her eyes were red.

Seeing Zhong Xiu's face, Shi Mu felt a great pain in her heart. She immediately threw her suspicions clean and grasped Zhong Xiu's hands.

“Absolutely not! Xiu, you disappeared that day for no reason. I've been looking for you all these years. How could there be other women?” Shi Lian explained in a hurry.

“Really?” Zhong Xiu's eyes lit up with a hint of glitter.

“On that day, I could swear to heaven that if I had a slight change of heart, I would have let...” Shi Lian raised his hand to the sky, pointing to the sky, about to swear, a white hand covered his mouth.

“Brother Shi, Xiu Er believes you.” Zhong Xiu's face was filled with love and pity at this moment, he said softly.

“Xiu...” Shi Mu relieved and looked at Zhong Xiu. His eyes were filled with love. He reached out and held the small hand that covered his mouth in his palm.

“Why did Brother Shi just look at Xiu like that?” Zhong Xiu asked with some grief.

Shi Mu hesitated for a moment and said his concern.

“Fantasy magic? Brother Shi, have you joined Azure Orchid Holy Land?” Zhong Xiu looked shocked and said.

“Xiu 'er, do you know the magic path?” Ishima asked in surprise.

“Naturally I know that this mystery of loss was created by the grandmasters of the three great holy places together for the exile of the disciples abandoned by the factions, and since I am here, naturally I know something.” Zhong Xiu said.

“Lost? Isn't this the magical world of illusion?” Shi Mu was shocked.

“Big Brother Shi, I don't know what you've been through in magic before, but do you now realize that you've been rehabilitated as a mortal?” Zhong Xiu asked.

“This… is good… is it…" Shi Lian heard, the colour of the gods darkened.

“It is true, Brother Shi, that this is not a fantasy, as I was then, that the power of blood in my body was drained as much as possible and then exiled here for several years.” Zhong Xiu smiled bitterly and looked a little bleak.

“What!” Shi Mu heard.

“Brother Shi, I know how you feel right now. I didn't want to believe in all of this, just like you, but it's a reality. We've all been abandoned by Sect, and the rest of our lives can only be spent here.” Zhong Xiu said.

Shi Lian's face changed dramatically, shook his head desperately, shaken his body for a moment, sat on the ground, and did not believe in all this.

Zhong Xiu saw, snuggled Shi Lian to sit down, nothing more said, just holding Shi Lian's hand, silently accompanied him.

The sunset in the sky is finally settling, with only a hint of golden lingering, bringing the last hint of the world.

Shi Mu looked up slowly and looked at Zhong Xiu.

“Sue, did you just say you were abandoned here too? But why did you join Azure Orchid Holy Land?” Ishimura asked.

“No, I joined another major cultivation sanctuary in the Miyang galaxy, the Dust Sect. Later, some changes occurred, which led to the exile of Sect.” Zhong Xiu said.

“What's changed? Can you tell me?” Ishima asked.