The Portal of Wonderland

In the three months of drawing the symbol, Shi Mu did not slack off other cultivations in addition to practicing the Chihwa Fire.

There is a small hill near the house purchased by Shimu, which is usually uninhabited.

He will come here every morning to practice Japanese style. At night, as long as there is a moon, he will come here to practice and swallow the moon.

Nowadays, he no longer draws the symbol during the day, then he returns to the underground cave, spurs the Yinghua array, and continues to enlighten the cultivation of the ninth layer of the fire.

Time flies, in a blink of an eye, a small half a year has passed.

At night, the peak of the hill.

Shi Mu sat on his knees and his body was swallowed in a swallowing posture. A round of looming shadows of the moon appeared behind his head.

In the midair, the moon and the moon shed and blended into the shadow of the moon.

I don't know how long it took in the past, Shi Mu's body moved slightly, and the shadow of the moon disappeared. He opened his eyes and showed a hint of joy in his eyes.

The moon-shaped grain that condenses in his mind is already quite large, almost the size of a baby fist.

Shi Mu took a deep breath and closed his eyes again. As soon as he came to his mind, he touched the moon.

"啪嗒", the grain shattered and turned into a round moon, and then a pure mana was injected into his body.

A nebula emerges from the top of Shimu, the three stars are flashing, and the fourth star is still in a bleak state.

As the mana continued to inject, the nebula rolled over and the fourth star glowed.

A bang!

After the nebula surged, the fourth star reached a semi-bright state and finally stopped to light up.

Shi Mu opened his eyes and his face showed mixed colors.

This graining month, although his cultivation of the gods has grown a lot, but the distance has become a four-star warlock, at least one or two years.

At this moment, Shi Mu suddenly floated a thick fog behind him.

The thick fog was exhausted, and the smoked silver armor suddenly crossed the border.

"Smoke!" Shi Mu saw the smoke, his eyes with a bit of joy.

The armor of the smoky body looks different from the previous one. A strange pattern appears on the circle, and several sharp spurs grow on the shoulders of the two sides. The spurs at the top of the spurs flash.

Compared with the last appearance, the strength of Yan Luo seems to have made no small progress, and the soul of the two eyes is faintly close to deep purple.

"Well, it’s almost like it now." Yan Luo looked up and down on Shi Mu, and a pleasant voice sounded in Shimu’s mind.

Shi Mu heard the words and looked awkward. His speed of cultivation was quite exaggerated in the eyes of ordinary people, but for Yan Luo, naturally it is nothing.

He sighed and asked: "Would you like to borrow something again this time?"

"The stick lends me." The smoke and the soul of the fire flashed and nodded.

Shi Mu did not say anything more. He took off the short iron rod from the back and handed it to the tobacco.

Yan Luo waved a short stick and turned to look at Shi Mu. He asked: "Is there no supplement?"

"I am trapped in this city now, I can only draw characters to earn Lingshi, for my own cultivation has been somewhat reluctant, how can there be extra Lingshi to add aura to the stick." Shi Mu secretly turned his eyes and said.

"Don't be embarrassed, give me five thousand Lingshi first!" Yan Luo did not care, his hand reached in front of Shi Mu.

"If you want Lingshi, you can change things with your things." Shimu said with arms around his chest.

"What do you want?" said Yan Luo.

"It was the kind of green flower of the last time. It is not like this in the future. Let's make an agreement. How about a green flower for five thousand Lingshi? How about?" Shi Mu did not think about it.

The smoke was silent and seemed to be under consideration.

"One thousand Lingshi one." Yan Luo opened the bargain.

"A word is fixed!" Shi Mu did not hesitate, immediately said, the color of the eyes flashed away.

The value of that kind of green flower is definitely more than 10,000 Lingshi. This is definitely not a loss.

The smoked nodded, and the black smoke appeared on the body, and he had to return to the outside world.

At this moment, its move suddenly stopped, looking at Shimu, it seems to be somewhat doubtful.

"What's wrong?" asked Shi Mu.

Yan Luo walked over and walked around Shi Mu, and finally the probe sniffed at Shi Mu.

"What happened?" asked Shimu frowning.

"There seems to be a special kind of death in your body? Have you encountered anything strange recently?" asked the smoker.

Shi Mu a glimpse, then the mind flashed in his mind.

"Right, you don't say that I almost forgot, it should be this thing." He waved his hand and had a white cheekbones in front of him. The sound of "嘭" fell heavily on the ground.

It is the corpse in the underground cave.

The smoke was on the corpse of the ground, and the soul of the fire was brighter. The hand lifted, and a gray light flew out, holding up the white skeleton and pulling it to the front.

Yan Luo carefully looked at the cheekbones in front of him, and the soul fire was getting brighter and brighter. It seemed to be a bit happy.

"This thing was accidentally obtained by me recently. The bones are special and may be useful to you. If you like, it will be yours." Shi Mu said.

Yan Luo did not answer, suddenly a mouth, spit out a purple flame, flew into the skull of the body.

The hollow eyes of the corpse quickly flashed, and a cluster of soul fires emerged, but it was blue.

The soul fire ignited and the body trembled.

After a long while, his head looked a little stunned toward the surroundings, and then some stiff movements of the hands and feet, the joints made a squeaking sound.

Then, the unique breath of a Necrotic creature emerged on this white scorpion, and it continued to grow. After a while, it stabilized in the middle and late stages of the congenital, and it no longer changed.

Shi Mu looked at everything in front of him with a blank look.

Raising your hand and letting a skeleton become a dead creature, the strength can still reach the congenital period, which is really shocking.

"Maybe related to this cheekbone itself?" Shi Mu thought so.

The white bones glanced around, and after a moment the eyes fell on the smoke, the blue soul flashed in the eyes, and the eyes showed a kind of affection.

The white skeleton squatted on the ground, bowed his head toward the smoke, and made a squeaking voice in his mouth:

"the host!"

"Get up! From now on, you will be with me. Well, you need to give you a name." Yan Luo said, the eyes of the soul rushing, seems to be thinking.

Yan Luo thought for a while, and did not seem to think of a good name, turned to look at the side of the stone animal husbandry.

"If he is yours, it is better for you to take a name yourself." Shi Mu puts a hand in his hand.

"Master, I... have a name, I... called... Wu night." The bones of the bones are vague, but they still express their meaning.

"Okay, you are called Wu Ye." Yan Luo nodded, his body black smoke rising, the sky was fluctuating, like a wave of water, it stepped in.

The white skeleton also followed and went in.

"A few days later, I will try to get the flowers, you will prepare the Lingshi!" Before the volatility of the void dissipated, the voice of the smoke rang in the mind of Shimu.

Shi Mu reveals a smile. With this kind of green flower, his mana repair is just around the corner.

As for Lingshi, he still has some around him.

Since the conditions are set with the smoke, you only need to spend more time refining the symbol, and it is convenient.

He was worried that the smoke would ignore himself. Now that the tobacco is seeking for himself, it is better to deal with it.

Shi Mu thought so, his body swayed and swept away toward his place.

......

Time flies, and in the twinkling of an eye it is three months.

The interface of the Necromancer, a huge black mountain peak, black whistling and whistling, making a ghostly crying sound.

Halfway up the mountain, on a gentle hillside, two Necromancers are killing.

Almost all of them are cockroaches, while the other is dominated by carrion-like creatures.

The leader of the squadron was a tall white warrior with a deep blue soul flashing in his eyes, holding a white sword with a foot and his body.

The white scorpion warrior is extremely powerful. Every time the big sword is waved, you can pick up a white sword and smash one or two dead creatures that are trying to approach each other.

Under the leadership of the white warriors, the squadron gradually gained the upper hand.

However, the attention of the white cockroaches does not seem to be in the current battle, from time to time to see in the air.

In the middle of the air, a slender figure with a white armor is holding a short stick and killing with a huge black corpse.

This slender figure is the smoke. After half a year, its body has undergone some changes again.

A pair of broad bone wings grow on the back, and there is a translucent membrane in the bone wing. The bone **** flash, and its body is extremely flexible and moves in the air.

The black corpse has two large, tapered corners on the head, like a horn. The body is twenty or thirty feet in size, with a deep purple flame in his eyes, and a gray gas under his body. The body is flying in the air.

The breath that it exudes is so powerful that it has surpassed the smoke on the opposite side.

In the eyes of the black corpse, the deep purple flame was released, and the huge body jumped and flew toward the smoke.

The shape of the cigarette was suddenly stopped, and the figure did not move.

The black corpse is overjoyed, and one of the huge forepaws is covered with a thick black light, which is caught in the hollow of the smoke.

The sound of "嗤嗤" was a big hit, and a large black light condensed into a huge black giant palm, which was suddenly caught.

At this time, the surface of the black short rod in the hand of the smoked man was black, and suddenly a roaring sound of a beast was heard. A large black light emerged and condensed into a large black lacquer, and the giant palm that fell to the sky.

A loud noise of "嘭"!

The black giant palm is like a rag, and it crashes. The black bar is going on, and it goes to the black corpse.

The black corpse's face showed a terrified look, and the two corners of the head were black and light, and they greeted the black bar.

Hey!

The black corpse's head was broken at the top of the head, and the shadow of the corpse was bombarded on the head of the corpse.

The head of the corpse dog burst immediately, as if it were a rotten watermelon.

The black corpse fell into a huge body like a rock, breaking into the carcass army below. (To be continued.)