The Portal of Wonderland

Volume 3 of the Xuan Realm is over, and volume 4 begins!

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Somewhere in the star domain, Shi Mu's eyelids trembled and she woke up and turned.

When he opened his eyes and looked around, he found himself wrapped in a faint silver light bulb, suspended in a large fragment of meteorite, while the smoke had disappeared.

Ishima closed her eyes and felt for a moment. In addition to a slight weakness in the spiritual power, she found herself recovering by seventy-eight points, so she immediately ran her true qi and stood up in the sky.

He just stood up and the silver light bulb surrounding him spread away and vanished.

At the next moment, Ishima felt that there seemed to be a wave of unstable chaotic energy coming towards her in the surrounding stars, which, although not as strong as the turbulent flow of stars, eroded herself impenetrably.

Fortunately, the power of the Xuan Gong he practiced has formed some kind of balance environment in his body, and this weak chaotic power does not pose any threat to him.

Shi Mu must be a god, close his eyes, spiritual power on his body, trying to contact Toro through God.

Smallpox was badly injured in the previous Great War, and there is no trace of him at this moment, nor does he know what happened.

After a moment, he opened his eyes and revealed a heavy colour on his face.

Smallpox is not back in the realm of the Dead Spirit, he should be around himself.

And it is somewhat worrying that the connection between Toro and his divine soul is already very weak.

Behind the stone herd, he swept open his wings and rushed out of the fragments of the meteorite that surrounded him, heading in one direction at great speed.

In this starry sky, huge meteorite debris can be seen everywhere, some dozens of miles in size, and there are hidden traces of the legacy of a higher civilization, and it is not long before the ruins of this star are formed.

Because of the weak contact with the soul of Yanaka, Ishima feared that she would miss out, so she didn't fly too fast. She traveled through the star fragments for about half an hour before falling towards a giant meteorite.

The dusty brown meteorite was bare and the stone pasture had not yet landed, and a dim silver light was seen at first sight.

Smokey's figure was covered in the silver light.

“Smokey!” Shi Mu's eyes lit up and flew over immediately.

Before falling close, Shi Lian saw the tobacco in the silver light, face pale, eyes closed, curved eyelashes wrinkled with eyebrows, beating a few times from time to time, appearing a little painful.

At this moment, Yanro, the silver coat on her body has disappeared, only wearing a white palace suit, appearing a little thin, and the silver light covered in her body is also eroded by the power of chaos, becoming incredibly dim, as if the next moment was going to collapse.

Shi Lian lifted the tobacco and waved his palm, a soft light wave of water blue slowly spit out of his palm, wrapping the entire tobacco inside.

As soon as the blue water curtain appeared, the silver light that covered the cigarette fell apart.

Shi Lian frowned slightly and raised his fingers, carefully tapping on the forehead of the smoke, a circle of light blue light swung over him like a wave of water.

A moment later, Ishima retracted her hand, and at this moment, although she was unconscious and her soul was very weak, she was lucky that her life was not in danger.

He sighed in relief, thanking himself for finding Smokey in time.

He stood up, waved his hand and sacrificed the Spirit Feather Racer, hugged the smoke and jumped up, painted a blue light in the stars, and flew away towards the distance.

He doesn't know this area, it definitely doesn't look like a pumice sea, but the chaos in it is not insignificant, so it's urgent to get out of here before planning.

He continued to travel through the ruins of the stars with cigarettes, with fewer meteorite fragments passing by.

It took three hours to finally break out of the ruins of the stars.

Leaving the siege of meteorite fragments, the field of vision suddenly widened, dotted stars and clustered nebulae on the far side of the tent, lined in a pitch-black tent, appeared to be incredibly deep and unusually beautiful.

At this moment, Ishima had no time to admire it. Driving at full speed, she flew to the nearest earthy yellow planet.

Half a day later, on the turkey planet.

A winding mountain, squeezing a thick cloud of lead, in the center of the cloud, suddenly lit a red light, a red light like a meteor, tearing a mouth out of the cloud, diving down at great speed.

At the moment the red light rushed out of the lead cloud, it turned into a giant red fire ball, dragged a long flame tail and hit a mountain hard from the sky.

“Boom”

Along with a loud impact sound, the mountain shook suddenly and fell for three points.

And where the fireball directly crashed, it blew up a deep pit deeper than its height, and countless fire groups came out of the pit * * * *, and blew up many coke pits in more parts of the mountain.

A blue light suddenly lit up in the pit, and the flame flashing at the bottom of the pit suddenly extinguished. Large strands of white water vapor evaporated from it, covering the ten length range of the square.

Half a mile later, the white steam slowly converged, revealing the shadows of two people at the bottom of the pit, but it was the stone pasture and the smoke.

Originally at the level of Ishima today, there was no way to get into a perfect planet without passing through a teleportation formation or a large warship, but merely by passing through the body of flesh, a nebula bound by the gravitational forces of the planet alone would be enough to tear him to pieces.

However, when Stone pasture arrived in front of this earthly yellow planet, it found that the spiritual power of heaven and earth contained in the planet was already very thin, that the nebula was almost invisible outside its body, and that there was only a hint of thin chaotic power scattered implicitly.

Stone herds estimate that in a short time, maybe more than a decade, maybe decades, the planet will also fragment into pieces, just like the ruins of the stars he sees in his path.

Therefore, at great risk, he ran the full power of Xuan Gong, wrapped the entire Spirit Feather Flyer and the two of them in the chaos of his own yin and yang, and rushed into the earth and yellow planet.

But Yu's planet's heavenly and earthly energy is so gruesome, its appeal is still terrible, he has tried to control the speed of the descent of the Spirit Feather Caravan, but he still inevitably fell heavy.

Shi Mu groaned, sighed a sigh of blood, and jumped off the Spirit Feather Racer with a smoke.

He first looked at the apparent cracks in the bike and then looked at the sleepless smokey in his arms.

At the time of the fall, he was fully protective of the smoke, and at this moment he was not affected by the impact of the fall, so he was relieved.

One hand waved away the Spirit Feather Flying Carrier, and the stone herd jumped out of the pit with the smoke.

He looked around and showed a little tiredness on his face.

Above this mountain, the whole body is yellowbrown, large rocks scatter around, the mountain body is exposed to the air, not a tiny bit of green vegetation can be seen, looks very desolate.

“Boom, boom, boom.”

Suddenly a thunderbolt sounded in the sky, already heavily piled in the clouds of lead, flashing a lane of blue light.

At the same time, a sudden whirlwind on the hills swept up the dust on the ground and the air became cloudy.

Ishima raised her head and glanced up at the sky, shifting her gaze to that dark brown peak not far away.

The sparse natural energy of heaven and earth above this planet is much worse than that of Blue Starfish, not to mention Ganoderma fairy grass, which is a rare choice of flowers and trees.

Where the eyes reach, there is a deep gulf and a huge pit, making the whole earth look full of eyelids.

At first glance, it can be seen that these should be traces of uncontrolled collection of spiritual minerals throughout the year, so that the spiritual veins have been damaged that today's landscape has emerged.

Considering that this planet, which is mostly an ancillary planet to certain sects or forces of the world, is a victim of its flourishing development.

At this moment, the situation is unclear, and Shi Lian is not willing to take the tobacco with him to places where there are sects or family forces, so not far away from the rare peak of that person, it is the best choice.

A moment later, Ishima hugged Toro and stepped on a white cloud and flew over the summit.

He flew around the summit and found nothing but dark brown rock, but fortunately there was a cave on the side of the hilltop facing the sun.

“Boom”

There was another lightning bolt in the sky that suddenly lit up what was around it, and a huge drop of rain fell on Shepherd's cheek.

Shi Lian only felt some stickiness in his cheek, as if the raindrops dropping on his face were not water, but some kind of sticky oil, and then he hurried down the white cloud and fell towards the summit.

In front of the cave, Shi Mu looked inward and saw that the cave was semi-circular, more than ten lengths tall, the left and right two perfectly seated, the rock raised, not like a manual act.

The black paint inside the stone cave doesn't distinguish anything.

Shi Mu's heart moved, releasing the divine sense to probe inward.

However, as soon as his mind had penetrated, there was a strong fluctuation coming from the hole, and then a raging wind swept out of the hole with reddish brown sand and dust.

Immediately afterwards, a loud whistle broke out of the cave and a giant carving, almost ten feet in shape, rushed out.

As they rushed out of the hole, their wings swept toward the sky and circled over the top of the mountain.

Seeing this, Shi Mu looked at the large carving with no emotion.

At this point, the long backlog of cloudy rain finally began to fall.

“Hula la la la la”

Those sticky raindrops, falling in a pouring force, shouted on the stone pasture, lit a bright white light and covered him and the smoke all in.

Drops of rain fell on the white light, and were immediately heated to the power of the sun, evaporating into a strand of grey mist vapor.

The large sculpture was drenched with sticky rain and the bones of two lantern-sized eyes turned, seemingly measuring the strength of the stone pasture.

At this moment, the smell of stone pasture is restrained, all over the body and down, without releasing a hint of smell, like a mortal.

The sculpture seemed to have found that there was no threat from the stone pasture, with a tsunami in his mouth, his eyes releasing two red fierce flashes, then his wings swung violently, and his huge figure drew a gray shadow in the middle of the air, diving towards the stone pasture.