The Portal of Wonderland

"Booming"!

The black short stick on the chest of the willow was suddenly shining, as if a black sun was shining, and the black light suddenly burst open.

A black light flew out of it and was taken into the hands of the giant.

The body of the willow was blown out and the flesh and blood at the chest suddenly separated, revealing the bones and falling heavily on the ground.

This injury seems to be very heavy. For today's Liu'an, it doesn't seem to be fatal, but when he sees his body moving, he stands up again. The silver eyes of the eyes flash, and the black sickle in his hand.

"嗤啦"!

A half-moon-shaped black mans swept out toward the white pelicans.

In the hands of the white giant cymbal, the iron rod was moved, and it turned into a black Changhong shot!

"Bang" a loud bang, the smashing iron short stick and the half moon shaped black awning collided with each other, bursting out a black light, actually appeared to be inconsistent!

Just in the hands of Liu An, the black sickle shook, and when he had to make any move, the white shadow in front of him shook, and Bai Bai’s eyes appeared in front of Liu’s bank, his left hand clenched his fist and slammed it out.

At the same time as Jiaozuo’s left fist, it immediately turned into a reddish color, and the raging flames emerged. The red flame was also mixed with a golden flame.

The fists did not arrive, and the raging flames rolled out and forced the body to go.

Liu Yan’s eyes finally showed fear, and he couldn’t retreat. He had to keep his black sickle in front of him.

"砰"!

The black sickle broke in the red-red left fist and hit the inch, and under the red flame, the collapse disappeared!

The red-red left fist went to the forefront and beat the head of Liu Yan.

"Do not!"

Hey! Under the unwillingness of Liu Bank, his head burst directly.

Its headless corpse was also shot from the sea of ​​fire under a huge force, and the body quickly withered at the speed of the naked eye, emitting a gray mist from it, and fell into the air in the Sendai.

In the blink of an eye, the body of the willow bank has only one skeleton, and it falls on the ground.

Without the operation of Liu'an, the fairy tales were then flew out by the black iron knife, floating in the mid-air of dozens of feet, still emitting black light, shrouded the area below. .

After the white python was boxing, the tyranny in the eyes seemed to be alleviated. The huge body surface flashed silver, the silvery white hair quickly faded, and the body quickly became smaller and changed back to its original appearance.

At the moment, Shi Mu’s face is pale and bloodless.

His body swayed, his body squatted and fell to the ground.

At this moment, his body was empty, especially the last blow of the day, almost all of his body's blood and blood were taken away at once, and the red gas mask that originally protected the whole body disappeared.

As the spirit of the dead spirit continues to flow in all directions, he feels that the vitality of the body seems to be flying fast. At this moment, he can't move his fingers up and down.

He looked at the smoke from a distance, and felt that the relationship between the gods and the sea was still there, and he was gradually recovering at a rather slow pace, and his heart was slightly loose.

Then he looked at the fairy in the air and took a deep breath. He slowly took out a medicinal suit and then climbed into the area with a hint of strength in the body.

This short distance of several ten feet is like a long journey for him today.

He bit his teeth, forcing the erosion of the body of the dead spirit, alternating his hands and climbing forward step by step.

If it is not the flesh of the body, it is afraid that it will not be able to hold it at this moment.

After a full meal, he finally climbed into the darkness of the fairy tales, and the body of the dead spirit was suddenly isolated by an invisible force. His heart was loose and his body was like a collapse.

The efficacy of the medicinal herbs that had just been taken has already been exerted. After Shimu has recovered a little bit of strength, he turned over and sat up, holding a piece of Chinese stone in the left and right hands and recovering.

As the red light rushed into his body, his face began to improve.

After this, I don’t know how long it took, Shi Mu stood up, and the right hand was facing up, and an invisible chain of soul control was straight up, carefully bound the fairy.

Shi Mu tried to induct it and found that the death of Sendai was only a self-contained black light. He did not resist himself, so he single-handedly took back the chain.

After holding the sinker in the hands, he couldn’t wait to take a closer look.

The appearance of the fairy is ordinary, and there is not much difference between the black bricks that are common in the square. However, after Shimu promoted the magical powers, it was discovered that the surface of the fairy platform was actually covered with many invisible black and white runes.

It is still difficult to recognize the runes on the fairy platform by Shi Mu’s current teacher.

Shi Mu observed for a while, and there was no result. The light of the palm of the hand lit up, and a spiritual force infiltrated into the fairy.

What makes him happy is that after his spiritual intrusion, it seems that there is a weak connection between Sendai and its control, and it can control the black light curtain coverage it distributes as desired.

Shi Mu’s heart moved, and the black light curtain was controlled to cover himself. He stood up and collected the black iron knife and black stick scattered nearby.

At this time, the smoke smog that stood not far away stood up, and then walked toward the other side somewhat unsteadily.

There are many cracks clearly visible on her bones, but after a period of recovery, the two eyes are stable and can barely walk.

Shi Mu sees this and subconsciously wants to go.

"Don't come over." Yan Luo stopped the movement of Shi Mu through the voice of the heart, and walked to a pile of crystal shins.

It was the bone of Wu night, he was defeated by the willow bank, and the fire of both eyes was extinguished and became a pile of dead objects.

With a little right hand, Yan Luo took these crystal shins into the storage ring.

After doing this, Yan Luo turned to Shimu Road: "Follow me."

After all, the smoke and the head did not go back to somewhere.

Seeing this, Shi Mu looked around and looked at the bones without a head. Not much to say, he followed up.

......

With the smoke and smoke for nearly a long time, Shi Mu really realized the desolateness of this interface.

They passed through a vast and innocent desert Gobi, and they saw all the reddish-brown gravel. After a long journey, they passed a mountain bag.

Among these mountain packs, there are more or less dead creatures, and there are still a few of them. The atmosphere is very strong and obviously the strength is good.

Shi Mu followed the smoke, did not stop, and occasionally encountered some dead creatures trying to get close along the way, but after seeing the smoke, they chose to leave without exception.

In the end, the smoke was stopped by a high altar.

This altar is made up of reddish-brown stones that can be seen everywhere on the Gobi. There is nothing special about it. After bypassing the altar, Shimu saw a large **** red water.

“There are many such lakes here, and some broken soul fires are often brought to the lake by the airflow,” said Yan Luo.

Shi Mu only noticed that the **** lake was still full of faint phosphorescence.

Yan Luo stood quietly for a while at the lake. Suddenly, his eyes flashed and his voice screamed silently.

In a short while, Shi Mu saw all sides, and many dead spirits gathered here, there are more than a thousand.

Shi Mu was shocked, but the next moment, he found that those who walked to the front of the smoke, all surrendered and fell down.

"Keeping around the altar, no dead spirits are allowed within a hundred miles." The smoke and the eyes of the two eyes flashed and ordered.

Those who did not agree, all stood up from the ground, consciously divided into several teams, walked around and surrounded it.

For the first time, Shi Mu saw the dead army that saw the smoke. At this moment, the shock in his heart could not be added.

Although the strength of these necromantic creatures is mostly between the day after tomorrow and the innate, such a huge amount is already a big force.

Reminiscent of the scenes of the large number of Necromancer regiments recruited by Liu An in the city of Tianzhu, in this moment, he seems to understand some of the moments. Why do Liu Yan’s meditations teach everyone, so they will recruit the Necromancers. It is.

If this kind of undead dead creature reaches a certain scale and can be recruited flexibly, it can't be underestimated. It can even be a enemy of a gang or even a sect.

"The original soul teacher is so powerful!" Shi Mu thought so.

In fact, as a soul teacher, his understanding of the interface and the spiritual pet is very limited, and it is only limited to the smoke.

Yan Luo did not pay attention to Shi Mu, walked to the shore of the lake, and began to paint on the ground from his own.

In a short while, a pattern consisting of circles, triangles and some weird curves appeared on the lake.

Shi Mu did not speak, just quietly watching the smoke, the thoughts in his heart turned, I do not know what to think.

After portraying this pattern, Yan Luo took the bones of Wu night out of the storage ring and placed it on top. Then, the smoke and the eyes of the two eyes of the smoke, the hands of continuous changes, a mysterious handcuffs were hit by her.

With a sound of Weng, the pattern on the ground began to light up, and a strange red light reflected the sacral bones of Wu night.

Shi Mu found that the originally calm water lake suddenly oscillated, and a circle of ripples rippled on the lake. A lake of water rushed into the sky like a dragon, and swooped down, falling into the red light of the pattern.

After falling into the red light, the group of lakes slowly calmed down and surrounded the whole skeleton of Wu night.

Shi Mu's eyes are shining, and the star-like highlights are staring into the eyes of Wu Ye.

After the lake fell three times, it slowly calmed down, eventually stopped the oscillation, and there was no red light in the pattern here.

Hula!

The soul fire in Wu night’s eyes was a little bit solid and turned into two small flames of light blue.

"Master!" Immediately after the resurrection of Wu Wu, he fell down to the smoke.

"You are here to cultivate and recover." Yan Luo looked at him and told him.

"Yes."

Wu night should have a voice, then sit down in the knees and start practicing.

"Smoke, I..." Shimu said.

"You are here to cultivate, don't leave the altar too far." Yan Luo seems to see that Shi Mu wants to ask and speak directly.

After that, she stepped forward to the center of the lake, slowly sinking her entire body into the blood-red lake.