The Portal of Wonderland

"You friends", Merry Christmas!

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Five years later, the ruins of Kunlun, the palace of Baoyue Palace.

Shi Mu closed his eyes and knees, sitting in the middle of the hall, the body radiated a lot more powerful than before.

At this moment, a jade slip is suspended in front of its forehead, releasing a soft glow.

After a while, the jade sleek fascinated and fell from the air.

Shi Mu opened his eyes and reached out to catch the jade to collect it.

"The front part of the five re-exports is still complete, and should not hinder cultivation." Shi Mu's brow slightly picked up, thinking for a moment, muttered to himself.

Then, his palm waved again and took out another thing.

It was a black wooden box, only a few inches in size, and was held in the hands of Shi Mu, which seemed quite weighty.

He opened the box lid "bar bang" and a soft khaki light immediately illuminated from it, turning half of the hall into a pale yellow.

Shi Mu looked down and saw that there was an irregular octagonal stone in the square box. It was only the size of a fist, and the whole body was yellow and bright, and it was covered with dark gold lines.

Shi Mu held the octagonal stone in the palm of his hand. When he observed it carefully, he saw that the lines on it were seamless, and there was no trace of artificial carving. It seemed to be a natural formation.

"Xi Ling soil, really does not deserve to be the essence of the motherland ..." Feel the rich and pure earth attribute spiritual power that it uploaded, Shi Mu could not help but secretly admire.

After watching it for a while, Shi Mu no longer waited, and both hands and ones held the Xi Ling soil in his hand.

The two hands are placed in front of the body, and the white light is lit up on the left hand. A pure and radiant yang flame rises and rises, and begins to burn the earth and earth.

With the continuous rise of the flame of the sun, the earthy yellow light on the celestial soil is getting more and more full, and the complicated lines on it are no longer dark gold, but gradually turn into golden color, which is very bright.

The golden light of the road is like a liquid, flowing from the celestial soil, climbing along the arm of Shimu, and flowing along his skin to his body.

The flow of gold liquid is not completely unstructured, but distributed on the surface of Shimu according to a special law, and the lines appearing are the same as the original lines on the Xiling soil.

After a while, the stone spirit of Shi Mu’s palms has disappeared, completely transformed into a golden liquid, distributed over the whole body.

In the mouth of Shi Mukou, he whispered five turns, and his hands continued to move. He changed the mysterious law, and the golden lines all over him began to shine brightly, and the whole hall was brightly illuminated.

A circle of circular fluctuations is centered on Shimu, and it is transmitted in all directions. The ground is uploaded with a slight vibration, and numerous fine dusts rise from the ground and turn into countless fine particles. Trembling.

Under the stone grazing, on the ground where the hard bluestone was paved, a small crack began to appear.

Just listen to the sound of "咔".

A large number of cracked lines began to appear on the ground, such as spider webs, and all the pieces of bluestone floor were broken and turned into small gravel.

Shi Mu's eyes are closed, and the golden light of the whole body is constantly oscillating. At the position of the left upper abdomen, a group of khaki rays are constantly agglutinating, and the road lines appear from the middle.

Those lines condensed in the position of their spleen, and a yellow little tripod gradually emerged.

In addition to the different colors, the appearance is exactly the same as that of the cyan in the liver, but the strong spiritual fluctuations that are transmitted from it are the attributes of the earth.

This little Ding just emerged, and the large-scale soil attribute spirituality was gathered from all directions to the extent visible to the naked eye.

Just listen to the sound of "call".

The rubble dust that had just cracked out was also brought to the body of Shi Mu as it was pulled by this force.

A series of slight noises continued to sound, and a pile of gravel dust continued to fly, all attached to the stone herd.

In a short while, Shi Mu’s body was covered with a layer of pale yellow dust.

As more and more gravel flew, the dust on Shimu's body became thicker and thicker, the color became deeper and deeper, gradually solidified, and became like a layer of stone armor, wrapping his whole person.

In the process of gathering a large number of soil attributes, the slate above the ground was broken, and the deeper rocks underneath it ruptured. The entire hall was collapsed as if it had been subjected to severe bombardment.

Shi Mu and his avatars, under the support of spiritual power and magical spirits, floated in the air and were not greatly affected.

As the degree of collapse increases, the entire hall is not shaken, it seems very unstable, as if it is going to collapse at any time.

At this time, on the walls and pillars in the hall, a burst of light shines, a circle of runes flashes, and a layer of colorful Huaguang emerges, wrapping the entire hall, and the violent shaking is slow. Weakened down.

At this moment, Shi Mu's whole body has been completely covered by rocks, and only the human figure can be seen vaguely. It looks like a large triangular blue stone from afar.

On the surface of the blue stone, the ray of yellowish light is shining, and the turbulence around it is gradually diminishing. Only a hint of earth property aura comes from all directions.

......

One day after a few years.

A planet from the junction of the Yunjian Swords and the Dust sects, a city over the city, hundreds of disciples and disciples of the Yunjian Swordsmen killed each other, from time to time there are some aftermath falling in the city.

A purple man with a slap in the middle of the dusty celestial body flashed, and a magical shape of a huge boomerang flew out and entered the crowd of the cloud-swords. There were two disciples in the cloud. It was split into two pieces and the blood splashed.

At this moment, the six-handed blue flying sword flew in and formed a sword-shaped sword array, blocking the boomerang magic weapon, a yellow-faced youth emerged after the sword mans, exudes a strong breath, awesome It is also a post-mortem repair.

There is no need for the big man and the yellow face youth to squint together, and the sky flashes a spark.

"Kill!" The two men shouted at the same time, and the body flew out, and the fierce battle was together.

A sword is in the air, and the electric mans are flying away from the surroundings. From time to time, there is a sword, or the electric mansions fall in the pool below.

Most of the people in the city are ordinary people. How do these ordinary brick-built cities resist the attacks of the cultivators? The flames are burning everywhere in the city, and the buildings are falling apart. People hold their heads and screams and scream.

However, in the mid-air, no matter the disciples of the Dian dynasty or the people of the Yunjian Sword, they did not pay attention to the life and death of the people below.

The two sides fought fiercely in the air for half a day, each half of the damage, consciously unable to defeat the opponent, retreat separately, leaving only a half-destroyed city.

In the past few years, the same picture has been frequently staged in many places where the three places meet, and the contradiction between the three major stars of the Miyang Holy Land has also intensified.

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Twenty years later.

The planet on the edge of the Qinglan Holy Land's sphere of influence, Dongyang Star.

At this moment, a desert on the planet is over the sky, hundreds of monks are fighting each other here, the glow of the sky is shining, the sound of clearing and the sound of the long whistle rise and fall.

On both sides of the war, one side is the Qinglan disciple, and the other side is a cloud-sword.

The Qinglan Holy Land and the Yunyunjian School have the deepest enmity in the secrets of the Kunlun ruins. The contradictions in these years have also intensified sharply. In this remote star field, it is almost inaccessible.

At the forefront of the disciples of the Holy Land of Qinglan, a young man in white is holding a long pole and killing it. It is Zhao Wei.

In the past few decades, his cultivation has reached the peak of the heavens, and the faintness is about to enter the realm of the holy order.

His eyes burst into the air, and his hands were smothered with gray light, and he shot a few dozen feet of light. When he said that there was no enemy of it, there were several people who had been smashed by the swordsmen. under.

"Zhao Wei, Hugh is going crazy!"

At this moment, a fierce drink rang from the cloud-sword-swords, and the sound of the air was broken. A dozens of swordsmanship slashed into the air and smashed to Zhao.

"Come!"

Zhao Yan’s eyes flashed, and he shouted, and his hands grew bright and greeted.

Bang!

The war squad slammed into a collision, and made a loud noise, and then both were shocked.

Zhao Yu retired a dozen steps, this only stood firm, and the huge swordsmanship on the opposite side dissipated a young man figure. It was the Yunjian sword.

"Mu Yi, in the ruins of Kunlun, you were lucky to escape. Today, you must take your dog's life and seek justice for the Qinglan elite disciples who have fallen there!" Zhao Wei waved his hand and shouted. Lei Zhen, spread far away.

The Qinglan disciples and the Yunyunjians who are killing are hearing this voice, and their faces are changed.

After so many years of the ruins of the Kunlun ruins, no one has mentioned it, but it is still a painful place in both sides. At this moment, Zhao Wei mentioned it. The anger in the heart is great, and the killing immediately raises a level.

"On that day, I was killed by a few people in the Yunjian school. Today I will take your head and pay homage to them!" Mu Yi’s eyes were full of anger, and the sword in his hand was shining, and the whole person suddenly became In one, it was actually the combination of the sword and the sword, and it was shot in the direction of Zhao Wei.

Zhao Yan’s eyes flashed, and his mouth faintly revealed a smile, but he immediately disappeared, and his hand was full of glory and greeted him.

The strength of both sides is extremely strong, and the gray-swords and swords are intertwined. The radius of the circle is ten thousand feet, and there are strong spatial fluctuations. There are numerous cracks in the slender space, and no one dares to approach.

In the hands of Zhao Wei, the battle is very ingenious, exuding a burst of gray light, which makes it illusory.

Pick, wipe, stab, oh!

All kinds of tricks are superb, and people are amazing. Under the cooperation of the power of Xuan Gong, it is almost impossible to have rivals below the holy rank.

As a sacred sect of the sacred swords, Mu Yi made a shallow sacred martial art. In the face of Zhao Wei’s embarrassing offensive, the sword of a long sword in his hand is like a snake, transforming a sword like a cloud. A wave of waves went toward Zhao.

The gray light of the sword gradually covered the figure of the two people. From the outside, they could not see the inside. They could only hear a series of loud noises and roars. (~^~)