Hunting College

"Demon Hunting College (

As soon as he touched the white mist on the mirror, Zheng Qing felt a huge, viscous force beginning to envelop himself. The talisman on his body burst into brilliant light almost instantly.

He put his hands hard, trying to grab the two companions.

However, Xiao Xiao's palm was a little slippery because of sweat, and within a short time of entering the channel in the mirror, he slipped away from his hand. The wizard hesitated for a few seconds, then gave up the vain gesture of reaching out, turned around, and hugged the witch behind him.

The black cat's tail came out from under his robe, like a long rope, tied around their waists.

The witch snorted softly, and the cat's ears in the hair slumped down softly.

Together they rolled into the most far-reaching place in the world in the mirror.

I don't know how long it has been rolling.

Zheng Qing felt that it was a long, long distance, as if it were a month or even a year. But it also felt that the time was so short that he hadn't even experienced a complete breath, and his back hit a soft meadow, and he almost closed his breath.

Well.

Zheng Qing snorted and opened his eyes hurriedly before he could take a breath.

What you see is a dead oak. The thick oak trunk is cut open in the middle, revealing a dark, empty heart. The edge of the profile seems to have been scorched by lightning or wildfire, revealing the charred black marks characteristic of carbonization.

The gate of Xuan Min.

Zheng Qing stared at the tree and got the crack, and the word popped out of his mind—this is the channel through which the magic mirror connects to the dream world. The wizard perceives this information in the dark.

These messages are gifts from the mirror and the world to the guests.

The witch was still curled up in his arms.

Zheng Qing put away the cat's tail, supported the witch, stood up, and looked around.

Behind the dead oak is a lush, sturdy young oak. Their branches and leaves are intertwined to form a lush landscape; and in front of the dead oak, there is no one taller than that. Twenty centimeters of plants, large tracts of fluffy blades of grass intertwined each other, forming a puffy meadow.

There are also fat mushrooms, growing at the feet of the oak, with a light green phosphorescence scattered all over the ground.

There was a faint light from the horizon and a few small winds in the distance. Zheng Qing was surprised to find that the wind here was visible. Because the wind is surrounded by annoying, true emotions, blowing on the face, it is easy to make people's mood fluctuate.

Jiang Yu lifted the hair that fell down his cheeks and straightened out his robe.

Then he took out a few cyan jade buckles from his pocket and threw them around according to the fixed nodes to build a simple guardian array. A green halo appeared from the jade buckle under the dead branches, fallen leaves, stones and mushrooms.

During the whole process, she either lowered her eyelids or looked in other directions, avoiding looking at Zheng Qing.

"This is a dreamland."

The witch looked at the tall oak trees behind her and the brown figure that appeared in the woods. She said with a light tone but with certainty: "...a world farther and larger than the world in the mirror. If I am not mistaken, This should be the enchanted forest of fantasy dreamland."

Zheng Qing did not ask why she knew the specific location here.

Nor did she ask if she was injured during the journey just now.

The two of them have neglected the experience just now.

The world in the mirror and the world in the dream are both part of the fantasy dreamland, which is the edge of the fantasy dreamland. Zheng Qing knew this before entering the magic mirror.

The last time he was under the care of his husband, he only stayed on the edge of the dreamland, and then with the help of Zhu Si escaped from this world of illusion and reality.

This time, he took the initiative to plunge into the channel on the magic mirror.

Naturally, it will slide far and far along that passage.

Zheng Qing raised his wrist and looked at the red rope tied to his wrist and the leaf on the rope that had dried up and lost all its magic.

The leaf was as quiet as ever, without a trace of reaction.

The wizard sighed slightly in his heart.

He didn't know where the faceless demon was hiding in the dreamland, nor whether Zhu Si was still on the edge of the dreamland. He can only pin his hopes on the little witch-because when he left last time, Zhu Si told him that as long as he comes to this world again, she can find him.

"Where is it?" The young public student pointed his finger into the distance.

Across the edge of the grass, you can faintly see the outline of a mountain range hidden behind the thin mist. In front of the mountains, you can see large areas of well-developed farmland, silver belt-like creeks, rolling waterwheels, fences, wooden houses, chimneys with green smoke, and you can hear the dog barking in the wind.

"I don't know." The witch shook her head, stopped, and asked, "Where shall we go?"

Ahead, there is a large expanse of open grass with smoke, small rivers, and mountains.

Backward, there is a dense forest, with large areas of glowing mushrooms.

Zheng Qing looked at the grassland in front of him and the crowd behind the grassland. He also looked at the Maolin ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and the dwarf brown figure looming in the Maolin.

"There is an old saying,'Wangchuan ran to death'." He glanced at the witch bravely, then looked away, and his voice was involuntarily lowered a bit: "...Although we have a horse symbol, but the first time came, and the magic I think it’s not a safe choice for the aborigines of the dreamland to contact."

"And before deciding which way to go, I think we should find everyone first."

The witch nodded and agreed with the wizard's judgment.

This gave Zheng Qing a little more confidence.

"This is a encapsulated maze of leaves. Wearing it on the body can prevent us from sinking in the dream." He took out a lot of prepared equipment from the gray cloth bag, and pointed one by one:

"These are meditation talisman and clear heart talisman. They work like snake oil. No matter when you hang a few on your body, you can't go wrong... and these bottles of potions. I asked Senior Deng Xiaojian to help me prepare them. When planning to use the final exam, it can help us focus and stabilize our spirits."

Looking at the energetic wizard in front of him, Jiang Yu bit his lip, secretly tucked a jade pendant between his fingers into his belt, and then smiled and accepted the gift from the young public student.

"How far do you think they are from us?" She looked at the swirling green potion in the glass bottle and asked.

"You have to ask professionals."

Zheng Qing blinked and looked around, but didn't see the gray figure, so he shook his head and shouted:

"Edamame!"

puff.

Outside the protective cover, the flowing colorful wind was smashed by a dusty figure. The dog was wagging his tail, looking at the young wizard in the circle excitedly, and let out a soft voice: "Meow~!"