Hogwarts Summoning Guide

Yan Nishuang swallowed hard. She had not drank water for nearly two days, and now her throat and nasal cavity were dry and painful. If she did not replenish water, she might not be able to get up next time she fell.

She followed the mountain and went deep into the no-man's land, and followed the instructions in the ancient books and found an omen in the evening, marking the oldest place of cultivation in the East - West Kunlun, appearing on the top of the mountain under the setting sun.

However, when she flew up to the top of the mountain in ecstasy, she found that she had entered a lost illusion. The magic element suddenly lost contact with her, and she suddenly became an ordinary person in the endless sea of ​​barren mountains.

Ordinary people who are lost.

The scorching sun directly above the sky has not changed its position for two days, and Yan Nishuang's eyes are so bright that stars appear in her eyes. Although her will is still firm, her body is really unable to bear it. She has traveled over mountains and ridges in the past few days, which has consumed a lot of physical energy, but she has not been able to do it continuously.

There was not a tree or a blade of grass, the magic package could not be opened, and magic such as clear water like a spring could not be used. She found a higher hilltop and looked around. The same steep rocks made Yan Ni

Shuang gradually became a little desperate.

I thought the compass in my arms would be of some use, but after entering this illusion, the compass was like a motor that had run out of power, motionless.

A few days ago, in order to seek stronger power, Yan Nishuang paid a special visit to Li Daoyang, the oldest mage in the East and the principal of Wenyuan Pavilion. She finally convinced Dumbledore, who can be called the East, and got the chance to open the most powerful mage in the East.

The key to the mysterious secret realm of cultivation - West Kunlun, is the compass.

Yan Nishuang still remembers the complicated emotions in Li Daoyang's eyes when he handed her the compass, and repeatedly told her that there is only one in the world, so she must keep it carefully. She also told her that there have been countless powerful mages in the East for thousands of years.

He went to look for West Kunlun, but never returned. The strange thing is that he did not come back, but the compass reappeared in the world not long after.

Decades ago, during the war years, Li Daoyang went to the northwest in search of a secret realm in order to defend himself against foreign enemies. However, he entered a fantasy world and had no way out for three days and nights. Finally, by chance, he accidentally touched a certain mechanism and survived.

He didn't dare to go there easily, and the compass had always been in Li Daoyang's collection.

Over the years, Li Daoyang searched ancient books without any actual results, and gradually faded the legend of West Kunlun. However, he could not resist Yan Nishuang's persistence. He vaguely felt that Yan Nishuang might be the most talented person in the East in decades.

A young mage, maybe she can decipher the secret of West Kunlun.

Yan Nishuang saw what Li Daoyang was thinking. She was quite confident at first. However, at this moment, her exhausted body was severely dehydrated and her brain could not think calmly. She eventually broke her ankle and fell down.

"Ah!" Yan Nishuang screamed, but it was not because of the pain on her body, but because she saw the precious compass fell out of her hand and fell against a sharp rock.

But she no longer had the strength to catch the compass, and could only watch the compass scream as it hit the rocks. By coincidence, the gem in the center of the compass was the first to bear the brunt.

"Bang!" There was a sound of glass being broken, and Yan Nishuang fell heavily to the ground. When she heard the sound, she couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart, but her eyes that had been dried by the sun could no longer shed tears.

There is no longer any suffering she has suffered, and she is no longer obsessed with the beauty in her memory, but is full of guilt. In her heart, her destiny is small, but if the compass is broken, she may be the eternal sinner of the East.

Maybe Eastern mages will never be able to find this place again, and the legend of West Kunlun may end from now on.

Her face had fallen weakly on the yellow sand. Perhaps death was her inevitable end, but a strange voice penetrated into her ears.

It seemed to be a horn, coming from a distance, which shocked her. She gritted her teeth, fought with her last bit of willpower, got up and took a look, and was immediately stunned by the sight in front of her.

The compass was like an abandoned piece of garbage, lying upside down, but the gem in the center of the compass flew into the air, and countless golden light spots drilled out of the broken gap, forming a golden torrent that rushed to the rocks not far away.

The rocks deformed as if they were alive, giving way to the steep and undulating mountains to form a small plain, and the golden substance in the gems gradually formed a towering building on the plain.

"So that's it!" Yan Nishuang was surprised and happy. She suddenly understood the whole story. There is only one Kunlun Compass in the world. Any mage who gets it will protect it carefully, but if he wants to open the way to West Kunlun

The passage requires not only finding this lost illusion in the northwest mountains, but also breaking the gem in the illusion, because the door to the passage has always been sealed in a gem the size of the tip of a thumb.

The golden light spots in the gems were like golden sand, gradually forming a huge stone door that was at least thirty meters high. The sound of the horn came from the towering door that was being formed.

The stone gate has a very oriental eaves, but it is not the iconic style of the Tang and Song Dynasties, but dates back to before the Han Dynasty, or even the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.

"Yes! It's the architectural style of the Western Zhou Dynasty!" Yan Nishuang said excitedly. The fatigue and pain just now seemed to be completely forgotten by her. Although the scorching sun in the sky was still there, she no longer felt the heat and burning.

Burning. As for why she determined that it was the Western Zhou Dynasty, but one of the most famous legends in the East - the Battle of the Gods happened at the turn of the Shang and Zhou Dynasties, Yan Nishuang vaguely felt the connection.

In less than five minutes, the gem was annihilated in the air after releasing the last golden sand, and the gate was completely formed. Standing in front of the gate, Yan Nishuang felt as small as an ant. No one could pass through this gate.

, even small warships can fly through it.

What's even more spectacular is that behind this gate, there is a spectacular scenery like a fairyland.

The jade platform on the golden steps with carved dragons,

Colorful phoenixes come out of the painting;

The tower appears in the wind and clouds,

Iron Horse Divine Weapon Gun Blade White.

Even in her dreams, Yan Nishuang had never seen such a magnificent fairyland, but she couldn't help but appreciate it more. A group of golden-armored guards flew out of the gate, hundreds of them, and they hung in front of the gate like a chessboard.

In the air, each person has a long sword hanging on his waist, a golden gun in his hand, a bow and arrow on his back, and auspicious clouds at his feet. They are clearly the heavenly soldiers and generals in Eastern legends, but they can't see their faces clearly.

Yan Nishuang took a few steps back, and suddenly found that her magic power seemed to be back. She held her hand, and the jade pen was already in her hand. If the comer was unkind, she would not hesitate to fight.

A person stood out among the golden armored guards. His armor was surrounded by more clouds and mist, and his helmet was also surrounded by more brilliance. He should be the leading general.

The general took a few steps forward, put the spear in his palm, knelt down on one knee, bowed to Yan Nishuang, then stood up suddenly, waved his hand, and the many golden-armored guards divided into two teams and gave way.

Come through a channel.

Only then did Yan Nishuang see clearly that there was no body in the golden armor, they were just a group of armors with consciousness.