The Portal of Wonderland

“Roar…”

As a loud howl sounded, the ground shocked, a huge white figure jumped out of the pit and landed on the ground.

He only saw his body covered with thick white hair, mouth full of parallax interacting giant teeth, muscles swelling over his arms, palm tip with long claws, looks like a white giant monkey, that looks a little similar to the old white monkey ancestors.

But if you look into their eyes, they are hidden by the light of God, and they burst out, head up, chest up, not for a lifetime.

This person is not someone else, it is Ishima.

He lifted his hands and lowered his head to gaze at himself, as if he was still not used to the body.

“I... can I become a giant ape?” Mumbling in the mouth of Ishigami, a sense of complexity appeared in his heart.

Although he had been transformed into a white ape more than once before, most of the time he was like a bystander and had no control over this white ape body, so this was his first real control over the body of a giant ape.

Shi Mu's consciousness tightened his fist and felt the power coming from it, gradually appearing a touch of joy and excitement in his eyes.

He raised his head and looked at the "White Monkey Ancestors” in front of him. There was not much slaughter in his heart, but more gratitude.

Because of Zhong Xiu, he awakened the blood of the stone monkey in his body and became a giant monkey, but seemed to have been unable to pass the Great Sanskrit Martial Scripture due to blood insufficiency, and smoothly transformed into the true body of the giant monkey.

Unexpectedly, today's coincidence not only made him more sophisticated in his understanding of the immortality stick and the Nine Spirits of Xuan Gong, but also inspired his bloodline change, making the Great Brahma Pan Wujin go further and succeed in transforming into a Massive Monkey.

At this time, "Ancestor White Monkey” stood still and did not attack again.

“Bai Dung, Shi Lian certainly won't do what you want. Next, use this club to teach you.” Shi Lian gave a gift to “The White Monkey Ancestor," he said solemnly.

Come on, Ishima got up straight again, flipped her wrist, and a long stick of shiny gold appeared, with a burning golden glow in her eyes.

Shi Mu's circumference sparkled with light and his upper lane hair rose upside down, a red flame spreading from above his left arm, instantly covering the entire flip stick.

Immediately afterwards, the flames continued to wrap around each other, wrapping the entire body of Ishima's giant ape.

As the flames rolled, the golden armor of the Kowloon lock of the stone pastoral watch was also covered by the flame, and a huge fire screen of hundreds of lengths was set on fire behind it.

The fire curtain is like a giant fire red cape, hunting and drumming in the wind.

“Ancestors of the White Monkeys", opposite Ishimakeshi, also seemed to have a feeling at this moment, and suddenly raised a golden flame on his body, wrapping his whole person up.

Shi Lian can clearly feel that the breath from the golden flame is constantly climbing and becoming incredibly powerful.

One gold and one red and two giant apes rolled with flames on their bodies, their eyes facing each other, and at the same time roared, a long stick in their hands, rushing towards each other.

“Ho...”

Shi Muzhu's mouth drinks continuously, and a golden light is reflected in his eyes, buzzing on the turning stick, smashing it down towards “Ancestor White Monkey”.

“The White Monkey Ancestor" was carrying a long stick upside down, sweeping up and waving towards the stone pasture.

loud bang.

The two batons seemed to be slowly and abruptly knocking each other in mid-air, then centered on the two, surrounded by a hundred miles of void, violently trembling, a circle of ripples swept away in all directions.

The figure of Ishima and “Ancestor White Ape” was immovable and held together.

A wave of white air visible to the naked eye emanated from the two of them, expanding constantly in all directions, and the direct turmoil rolled away towards the surrounding area.

Shi Mu's eyes were brighter, the war spirit had reached its peak, the long stick under pressure suddenly turned, the stick tip picked up, straight towards the white ape chest.

“Ancestors of the White Monkeys" saw, his arms gripping the body of the stick, the stick pressed down, pressed down the stick of the stone pasture, “Ying Yi” stepped back.

His figure just stood steady, and the long stick flashed, jumping up and hitting Shi Lian.

Shi Mu saw, did not retreat, also jumped in the air, staggered with the figure of the white ape in the air, wrapped up.

“Bell, bell."

A string of metallic rays of loud noise continued to sound, and the golden and red rays of light in high altitude shone together.

The thick white clouds were roasted in these two colored flames, stained with red gold, and soon disappeared.

The sky's red gold two-color stick layers overlap, filling the entire space, not only the clouds burn out, but even the sky has a crack.

The ground beneath the two men was already volatile, with countless rocks bursting apart and large tracts of trees buried in floating soil, and even that waterfall, the draping curvature became larger.

……

Beyond the Secret Realm.

The elder stood still and stared at the black stone tablet without blinking.

Yet the Second Elder White Tibetan walked back and forth. From time to time, he looked back at the black stone tablet and looked at the elder again. He wanted to stop talking, but eventually he didn't speak.

At this time, it has been a short time since the stone pasture entered the secret realm, and the faces of both appear a little heavy.

At this point, however, listening only to the "click” sound, the black tablet cracked several cracks, looking like a messy spider web.

Caier immediately shouted: “Look, look, look, the tablet is breaking! ”

The Second Elder Bai Tibetan heard that he hurried up and looked closely at the cracks on the tablet.

After a moment, he slowly raised his head and shook his head with an ugly look.

“What's going on? Why isn't the rock out yet?” Caier shouted.

“What seems to have changed in the mystery and there appear to be some signs of space collapse?” The Great Elder moaned.

“What should we do? The stones are still in there.” Caier said, suddenly shouting anxiously.

“The only key to getting in and out of the land is the Iron Monkey Order in Stone Pastor's hand, and we can't help him.” Hidden sighed and said.

“What should we do? Don't you do anything?” Caier shouted.

“No need to panic, we have to believe in Ishima.” The Great Elder said solemnly.

“But...” Caier knew that it was useless to say more, and opened his mouth and stopped again.

At the same time, there was already chaos in the secret realm, the original sky could no longer see what it was, and there were cracks in black paint everywhere.

Collapsed and fragmented ground rocks swept by strong winds into countless dull sandstorms that ravaged the entire mystery.

And the center of all the confusion is the Stone Pastor and the White Monkey Ancestor.

The use of a flip stick on the body of a giant ape, although extended in time limit, is enormous, both for the true qi and for the consumption of the flesh.

By this time, Shi Mu's chest was fluctuating and he had already felt a little weak.

But his eyes are glowing, and his excitement is revealed.

At this moment, his eyes lit up, his hands whistled and his feet switched, his body spinning like a gyro.

Only a cloaked shadow emerged, illusory of crossed paths.

Black, white, blue, yellow, gold, red six-colored light emerged, like a colored sun, flooding the entire herd of stone.

“Boom, boom, boom.”

There was a thunderous sound that shook heaven and earth on the chaotic tent, and several black lightning bolts as thick as a hundred feet fell from the sky, looking like twisted dragons, sounding shocked and horrified.

In the black lightning dragon, six colored stick shadows emerged, one pressed and pressed down successively, covering the past in the direction of the white monkey ancestors.

And the “White Monkey Ancestor” side, already a thunderbolt storm, is no worse than the stone pasture side.

The golden long stick in his hand carried hundreds of continuous shadows, whirring like a golden flag, and coincided with a second before it struck with the stone husbandry turning stick.

loud bang.

In the secret realm, the whole heavens and the earth are a quake.

However, there was plenty of time to rest, and there was no noise in the mystery, as if the wind had solidified at this moment.

The brief tranquillity was followed by a violent shock that swept the heavens and the earth.

Wind rolls, clouds scattered, landslides, ground cracks...

The landscape of rocky earthwood collapsed, the soot and fortune dissipated, and the flames scattered across the sky, falling like meteor fire.

In the rain, the "White Monkey Ancestor” huge figure, surrounded by golden light, the surface symbols circled, like fireworks, a little breaking apart.

In his hollow eyes, at this moment, it seemed as if suddenly there were more than a few splendors, sparkling with bright light.

Shi Lian looked at the figure of "Ancestors of the White Monkeys” with a complex taste in his heart, more thankful.

The next moment, its black-white wings slammed behind it and burst into the flames of a falling group in the sky.

At this moment, his figure has been restored to his ethnic appearance, but his breath is a little unstable, and his flight movements are very fluid. On several occasions, he was almost hit by a flame.

The whole world is in chaos and disorder, with only the mountain peaks that drained the waterfall, still slightly intact.

Ishimaki's gaze was slightly condensed, and he couldn't care less to supplement his spiritual powers. Black-and-white wings kept stirring, traveling back and forth in the rain, flying towards the already severely deformed waterfall.

And as the figure of the "White Monkey Ancestor" completely dissipated, the dotted fluorescence gradually became transparent and integrated into the surrounding space, the scattered electric light in the sky gradually disappeared, along with the constant falling rain, slowly diminished.

The wind gradually stopped, the sand and dust gradually subsided, and even the pitch-black rift in the sky gradually closed.

The secret borders are returning to stability little by little.

Beyond the secret, the cracks on that black tablet also stopped expanding, and the starting light on it was recovering at an extremely slow pace.