Frost Wings

He suppressed the excitement in his heart and chanted the incantation in a low voice.

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"Eight doors, the flower in the leaf, the leaf under the flower, here the seeker pleads, the way of the law, the way of the secret."

Dew trembled for a moment, then did not respond.

Have you been deceived?

Bai He frowned. Could it be that that kid has a huge courage beyond his cognition, so he dared to lie to him?

He immediately realized that this suspicion was unnecessary, that it was his impatience that briefly short-circuited his reason.

Just when he decided to wait patiently and then check to see if there was a problem with a certain detail, Jinhua suddenly changed in front of him!

The eight leaves shine from top to bottom in eight different colors of white, red, blue, purple, green, black, silver, and gray, and the petals change from open to closed, as if they had resumed their budding appearance in an instant.

The light condensed in the center of the flower bud, an illusory door appeared out of thin air, and the surrounding environment seemed to be covered with a vague illusion.

Bai He's eyes widened, and suddenly he felt as if he had merged into some phantom.

Above the portal, he saw that the magic energy he had sensed was wrapped around it intricately and tightly, and the ethereal voice seemed to be released from the void, clearly and unmistakably entering his ears:

"The Tao is in front of you, and the door must be opened by itself."

He saw that the phantom he had merged into chanted a spell aloud, and the energy in the magic net became lively and vibrant in the low chant, a shocking thought shook Bai He's consciousness.

He saw a pair of hands grab magic energy from the void, and condensed into a complex and clear structure between the palms.

Just as he had just 'see' the structure clearly, the illusion suddenly disappeared, and only the shimmering leaves and closed flowers remained in front of him. top flashes.

The road is in front of you, and the door must open by itself.

Bai He murmured it again, looking at his claws, savoring the feeling of just grabbing the energy.

He knew what this 'test' was.

…

Jonker panted and ran back to the small house under the garden. This is the place where he planted flowers and rested when he was a child. When his playmates did not go to the Viola Garden not far away to pursue their dreams, he often used this place. sleep.

He gasped for breath. Although he was numb to Bai Long's tossing in the last few days, the mental pressure still made him almost collapse. At this time, he was finally able to calm down.

No, it's not safe here.

He suddenly panicked again.

How could the entrance test of the damned Eight-leaf Tower be so easy?

After just one guide, he released the magic net's energy to open the door to the third ring based on memory and feeling!

Jonker has studied spells for eight years, and now his true spellcasting level is not enough!

I don't know if there are even one among the millions of mortals who can pass this test without touching the magic net. I am afraid that only true peerless geniuses and monsters can pass such a test.

As a person who has lived with this kind of 'peerless genius' or 'monster' for several years, and has studied magic for many years, Jonker is very aware of how perverted understanding and talent is required to complete this test.

Do not! Can't stay here, if that dragon fails, it will definitely take anger on itself!

Jonker hurriedly packed his clothes and walked out of the house. He didn't even take the path. He walked directly on the weeds in the field and looked up to the sky from time to time. After crossing two paths, he breathed a sigh of relief.

There is a small forest in front, as long as you enter it, your life will be guaranteed.

The assurance of his life eased his mood for the first time in nearly a month, and then there was a sense of pain in the back-all his possessions, including the spell book, although it was only one worth 15 gold coins, with the lowest-grade herbs for it. A common spell book made of magic medium, but all the magic he will use is recorded on it. If he loses this spell book, he will spend at least a month to re-copy the basic spell of the spell.

If a spell does not have a base spell on a spellbook, even the preparation ritual cannot be done on the book.

In other words, Bai Long's plunder not only made him a pauper, but also a waste.

"Ah! Great Shuna! You spared my life, why did you let me suffer like this again?" He couldn't help complaining.

At this moment, a rush of hooves came from one side, and he turned to look at the dusty snow horse and the female knight on it, and exclaimed in surprise:

"Is that you? Ms. Lillian?"

"Hamm, are you still alive?!" After tracking for more than ten days, Lilian was able to see her target at this time thanks to the white dragon's straightforward flight direction and the traces of the barbecue.

She breathed a sigh of relief. In her honest thoughts, it was her actions that caused the wizard to be caught by the white dragon without any defense. At this moment, her heart was relieved, and she was finally freed from the guilt that may have been in the rest of her life:

"Thank God, what happened?"

And Jonker's reaction was even more unbearable. He cried excitedly. Although the woman in front of him had given him great pain, at this time, seeing someone came to save him (although it was too late), he was deeply moved and excited. His mood made him lie on Lillian's chest and cry: "Ah! You can't imagine it! That devil! That devil-like white dragon! He even forced me to teach him spells! Hell! The secret door told him, finally framed it away, and I escaped! Quick, Miss Lillian! Quickly take me away! He can't pass the test of the Eight Leaf Tower! If he finds out that I lied to him , I will definitely die!"

…

Bai He opened his eyes and frowned at the densely packed three pages of spells that appeared in the spell book.

This is the 'basic incantation' of the spell, which records the operation of the spell, and mixes the magic power into the spell book, so that the spell book has the power to carry the spell. Completed in the book.

Bai He knew that the goalkeeper's "Basic Spell" was printed on the spell book, and it was absolutely impossible for him to study this spell thoroughly through the foundation spell and then cast the door to open the door, not to mention whether he could understand it all - the light spots on the flower buds were Extinguished at a slow but visible rate, this exam clearly has a time limit.

Then the meaning of the existence of this 'basic spell' only lies in the fact that Bai He does not need to study this spell painstakingly, but only needs him to imitate the magic of the illusion just now.

"Feeling...base spell...spell...pose."

All kinds of feelings went through Bai He's mind. As a natural magical beast, that feeling is very difficult to subside. The only troublesome thing is... the magic structure of the key.

He just glanced at it. Although he remembered most of it, this kind of momentary memory can easily disappear very quickly. Even if he tries to maintain it, it is still dissipating.

As a last resort, Bai He asked a group of relatives and friends for help: "Institute, do you remember what you saw just now?"

"No, we think only you can see it."

The answer of the three-body man made Bai He discouraged for a while. Indeed, although he saw those things, those things did not exist on the retina, but in the senses.

"However, we recorded the running route map of your focus just now. If you can remember the time period information, you may be able to find out what you want."

"Is this also possible?" Bai He was overjoyed: "Hurry up, hurry up, call it up!"

A pattern with chaotic lines and scattered dots was uploaded to Baihe's retina. He closed his eyes and quickly found what he was looking for in his feeling.

Irrelevant scatters and chaotic lines disappear on the graph, and a clear magical structure emerges.

"Right, that is it…"

Magic text) The dust of the void, scattered, the ashes of the door, light, water, flowers and leaves..."

Bai He's spirit was highly concentrated, as if he had just experienced it in an illusion. He slowly raised a paw, and the magic power vibrated in the air, converging into something with his singing.

After he finished reading a sentence, he felt that the magical vibration of the void was unbearable. He opened his eyes and copied the spell he uttered on the blank page of the spell book.

There is no ink on the tip of the pen, but the magic power is automatically gathered into words, line by line, appearing on the white page.

He closed his eyes and began to prepare the second paragraph of the spell.