Above the gray fog

"What about the square pillar?"

"What about a big square pillar?"

"And...where are those three little ants just now?"

"..."

"Could it be...that everything was actually a dream, and that decades of wear and tear have caused me to hallucinate?"

"roar!!!"

"Three ants, don't let me catch you!!"

"You gave me knowledge for nothing, and you also took away the only thing that could accompany me..."

On the other side, hundreds of meters in the air, three people were sitting cross-legged on a soft blanket, with an oval bamboo basket in the middle.

This blanket is the embodiment of Wu Wang's spirituality. His inner light retains the characteristic of 'transforming matter'. Although this characteristic can be played more beautifully, it is far inferior to 'transformation' in terms of combat.

'Transformation' can maintain the shape without consuming extra spiritual energy, and can also transform into an entity. Changing various shapes and sizes can be completed in an instant, but 'transformation of matter' cannot, and requires additional spiritual energy to maintain the shape. The larger the body size, the smaller the shape. The more additional spirituality is needed, it is just an extra embodied substance that is not helpful in actual combat.

If Lin Shan retains the property of 'converting matter', his current fighting style will definitely have to be reshaped, and it will no longer be possible to divide the flames without restrictions.

Comparing the two, for the enhancement of combat power, retaining the 'transformation' is definitely the best choice. I don't know which part of Wu Wang's muscles is cramped. In order to enjoy life, retaining the property of 'converting matter'.

Not to mention, this blanket is quite comfortable to lie on.

"Are those people below from the Twilight Clan?" Wu Wang put his chin in one hand and looked at the ground, although it was difficult to see clearly from a distance.

"Mole?" Xia Xuan asked doubtfully.

"What are they wearing on their heads... miners' headlamps?"

At this moment, two pictures appeared in Lin Shan's mind.

One picture shows a slender body with arms and legs, and a candle man with a burning flame on his head. The other picture shows a bloated mole man wearing a gray coat and a miner's headlamp on his head.

The first picture is the picture that appeared during his divination, and the second picture is the real picture.

The difference is quite big... The miner's lamp and the flame are somewhat related, both can illuminate, but this is really the only connection.

"Is my way of divination wrong, or is it affected by other factors? Or maybe the divination results need additional explanation and analysis." Lin Shan was confused. The divination results made him feel that there was a big gap. The problem was... Except for using abilities directly, he doesn't know how to do anything else. If he needs to coordinate actions and prayers, I don't know if it's suitable on the other side of the earth.

Just as Lin Shan's thoughts were running wild, cracks thousands of meters deep on the ground began to heal quickly.

After the crack healed, those people did not leave. Instead, they wrote and drew in place, apparently arranging spiritual rituals.

I wonder if they have a key similar to the 'whirlpool spiritual pattern'. If not... this ritual must be related to the gods.

After spending half an hour arranging the ceremony, the dozen or so moles below began to gather together. They didn’t know what they were exchanging. From time to time, some people looked into the air.

Lin Shan and the other three were hundreds of meters high in the sky. Although the red moonlight was bright, its illumination ability was not strong, and his spiritual coverage weakened the sense of presence. It was impossible for them to see it from this distance.

"Just rest here tonight and go back tomorrow." Lin Shan looked at the two of them.

"Yeah." Xia Xuan nodded lightly.

"Old Lin, I have just consumed ten years of faith, and striking it out with one blow is the same as canceling the consumption in the middle."

"What do you want to say?" Lin Shan asked doubtfully. This guy most likely has some requirements.

"Well, aren't you going to stay in the tribe for a while? Let me use this bamboo basket." Wu Wang said excitedly, "With this bamboo basket, transactions with the Grass Fairy Clan will be more convenient. This is "Space monster."

"Of course it's no problem." Lin Shan nodded, and then reminded, "Every trick has a cost. This is still a Sequence 8 trick. Before using it, you should study the cost."

There is absolutely no need for this magic thing in the clan. Even in the gray fog, the space magic thing is better than nothing to him. He thought it was an offensive magic thing, but at the worst it was an auxiliary combat type. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a pretender. basket of things.

Although he was a little disappointed, this thing should be of great help to the clan. If it is cheap to use, it can become a transportation artifact.

"How big is this space? Can it be filled infinitely?" Wu Wang asked.

"Silly." Xia Xuan looked at Wu Wang, looking like a fool.

"I don't know how big it is. You'll know if you go back and try it. It's infinite...it's impossible." Lin Shan returned.

It was dawn the next day.

The blue light flashed, wrapping the two people next to them into the dark space, and quickly flew towards the human race.

Five minutes later.

"Wu Wang, is your luck-increasing buff still on us?"

"Here, what's wrong?" Wu Wang asked doubtfully.

"Then please explain why we are so lucky...to bump into someone from the Twilight tribe in the dark space...the probability...is not higher than winning the lottery." Lin Shan said helplessly, his eyes Looking at the five mole men standing in the air in front of them, they are all sequence 8.

"There's nothing wrong with it, doesn't praying just increase luck?" Wu Wang said with a smile. He was grinning... He was secretly complaining that a piece of land as big as a dark space could hit his face. I have to say that luck is incredible.

"We pretended to pass by, so they probably wouldn't recognize us. We are all Sequence 8, so they probably won't attack us directly." Wu Wang looked at the two and whispered.

"Bamboo basket." Xia Xuan said calmly, with a black light flashing in her hand. She held a pitch-black straight knife in her hand. In the dark space, strange scenes appeared around the straight knife. Sometimes the space collapsed to reveal the outer space, and sometimes only some small cracks appeared.

Lin Shan stared at the straight knife, and he became more and more certain that there was another layer of space in this dark space.

On the other side.

The five mole people wearing wide hemp gray robes kept their eyes on the 'bamboo basket' from beginning to end.

"Why is my tribe's 'storage basket' in your hands?"

The leading mole asked, his voice sharp and piercing.

The slightly bright red pupils were alert. He felt a fatal threat from the humanoid in the white robe in front of him.

Their eyes met, and in the crystal blue pupils, a white flame burned. Just a glance made him shiver all over, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

"Be careful, these humanoids are not simple..."

"That is... the strange thing of the former high priest of my tribe. Didn't it fall into Katana's hands?"

"They entered Katana's sealed place..."

"Why didn't the spiritual ritual trigger?"

"Maybe they were lucky. Have you forgotten that gap?"

"......"