The Portal of Wonderland

Shi Mu was shocked, and the heat of the synapse was hot, and the temperature of the surrounding air rose rapidly.

This level of high temperature is naturally nothing, and Shimu looked down and found that the red lines on the ground had been flooded with red light, with a layer of light like a flame, swaying.

A stream of red streamers is following these winding lines, flowing and gathering in the three legs of the foundry.

At the same time, the purple light on the surface of the Purple Clay stove suddenly became bright, and all the dust attached to it was wiped away in an instant. The body of the furnace was not like the gray-faced face just now, but it became purple and fascinating. Luxury is incomparable.

On the top of the furnace, a series of emerald runes continued to shine, and a red flame was violently ignited inside the furnace. The burning red light could be reflected even through the refining furnace.

The nine rays of light around the palace suddenly became louder at this time, and nine colored beams of light were shot toward the furnace.

As soon as the light column entered, the refining furnace would be shocked, and the flame inside would change again, turning into a colorful color.

At the same time, the temperature inside the main hall has risen sharply and has become extremely hot.

The colorful flames in the purple crest furnace are constantly rising, and the light is getting brighter and brighter. It looks like a colorful sun in the same round.

Shi Mu looked at all of this, but his face did not change, but his heart was shocked.

At this moment, the body of the soul of the public loser suddenly floated up and came to the top of the Purple Clay stove.

His expression was very focused on the refining furnace, and there was a burst of enthusiasm in his eyes. He shouted loudly in his mouth: "The public loses the body and refines the soul, and there is no regrets since then!"

After all, its soul was in the shadow of Shi Mu’s shock, and it was flashed into the fire of the furnace.

"Booming"

A huge thunder of lightning threw.

A huge golden light column was poured down from the nine days, directly blasting a large hole in the roof of the Zi Cui Pavilion, and suddenly slammed into the purple crest.

The purple celadon body suddenly drowned in the dazzling golden light, and became white and transparent.

Shi Mu looked down into the sky at the top of the main hall, and saw the clouds in the sky rushing wildly, completely obscuring the sky above the hall, and the golden light column fell down from it.

"This is a change, I don't know if it will attract other people!" Shi Mu's heart was a little worried, and he quickly released his knowledge outside the body, covering dozens of miles.

Suddenly, he sensed a sharp wave of spiritual power and immediately removed his gaze toward the Purple Clay stove.

I saw the golden light on the purple crest stove, and there was a rune of ancient scorpion, which fell into the furnace.

A bang was heard.

The purple crested body trembled, and the golden light column perfused on it faded away and eventually dissipated.

A burst of metal friction sounded, the lid of the Purple Clay stove slowly opened, and a golden light flew out of it, emitting a thousand golden awns from it, making it unsightly.

Shi Mu double eyes golden light flow, staring to see, see the half-empty golden light wrapped, floating a section of nearly five feet long, full of children's arm thickness, hollowed out in the middle of the golden stick sheath.

In addition to the beautiful and beautiful dragon-shaped phoenix pattern, the surface of this object is engraved with a trace of ancient and mysterious, and the scent of the ancient sky is exuded from it.

As soon as the stick sheath was released, Shi Mu immediately felt the air in the surrounding area. Immediately, there was an endless stream of aura coming together. Although it was not visible to the naked eye, it was already amazing.

Thinking of this, Shi Mu opened his mouth and took out the iron bar.

Then, he waved his hand toward the golden stick, and a white light slid out from his left hand, and the stick was sheathed and pulled from the top of the purple crest.

Shi Mu stretched his hand and held the stick sheath. The palm of his hand fell slightly down, and he felt heavy and abnormal.

He will adjust the length and length of the iron bar, and the stick head will be attached to the stick sheath. The sound of "咔" will be inserted, leaving only the ruler to stay outside.

I saw that the iron bar was just placed, and the stick suddenly became bright. A lot of it was stored in the stick and sheath, and it flowed directly into the iron bar.

In the heart of Shi Mu’s heart, suddenly thought of something, a wave of palms, a small pile of the best spiritual stone fell on the ground.

He stepped forward and slammed the iron bar together with the celestial stick into the stone pile.

I saw that the light of the dozens of small piles of the best spirits shimmered at the speed of the naked eye, and turned into a pile of waste stones in the blink of an eye.

Shi Mu saw this, the eyelids jumped slightly, and there was some screaming.

He lifted his palm and held the wishful stick and the stick sheath in front of him. After a moment of squatting, he pulled out a small piece of the stick from the stick sheath.

As soon as I saw the stick, there was a large golden light overflowing. A very incomparable spiritual fluctuation oozes out from it, and the half-bar is reflected in gold.

Shi Mu was overjoyed. He only felt that his hand was no longer a weapon, but a superb weapon that suppressed huge power and power.

He stroked his hand on the golden shackle and gently inserted the shackles back.

When the iron bar was returned to the sheath, Jin Mang immediately swung away, and the huge pressure that had just appeared disappeared.

Shi Mu’s mind was moved, and the wishful iron bars in his hands suddenly shortened.

What surprised him was that not only the iron bar was narrowed, but even the pendulum sheath was reduced.

Shi Mu indulged for a moment, the light in the palm of his hand lit up, and the shackles and the stick sheath disappeared at the same time.

At the same time, the light of the dantian in Shimu shines brightly, and a small mini shovel stick appears in it.

After doing all this, he did not carefully understand the magical effect of the stick sheath, but turned around and planned to leave from here.

Although there is no one in the scope of the current knowledge, it is not so close, but the movement is too big. It will inevitably take a long time and will not attract the embarrassment of others.

However, he just turned around and lifted his footsteps back.

He twisted back and walked toward the Purple Clay stove. He glanced at the crack on the surface of the stove and shook his head. "Although this furnace is somewhat damaged, it is not easy to refine such a heaven and earth. Stay here. It is a pity."

One thought of this, Shi Mu's hands shine brightly, a Xiaguang flying out, and the purple Cui furnace wrapped up.

His eyes turned and he glanced at the corpse that was placed by himself.

You don't have to guess, you know, this should be the corpse of the public loser.

Judging from the situation I have seen so far, when Kunlun suffered a catastrophe, the public loser should be refining the celestial scabbard and it is almost a big success.

However, at this time, Kunlun suffered a great catastrophe. At the last moment, he managed to preserve the treasure, but he was killed by this, and with a stubborn reluctance to reincarnate, he will The soul is attached to the purple crest furnace.

Because the Purple Cui furnace does not have the effect of nourishing the soul, over time, the soul and soul of the resident will inevitably decline.

At that time, there were at least a thousand years from now. The soul of this public loser can persist until now, and it is a miracle without collapse.

Shi Mu sighed in his heart and leaned over to lift the corpse out of the palace.

A moment later, on the high **** outside the garden of Zi Cui Pavilion, in front of a laurel tree, there was a long stone monument, and the above-mentioned 镌 铭 was engraved with several neat characters – the tomb of the public.

"The grandson of the public, the general of the white sergeant in your mouth, it must be the ancestors of the day. Since your celestial sheath is made for the ancestors of the day, I will accept it." After the animal’s face was dignified, the stone was deeply stunned, and then he turned and left.

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The other side of the inner circumference.

In the air, a figure is flying fast in the ruins. This person is a young man with a beautiful face and a handsome face. It is Zhao Wei.

When he did not know when, he also came to the inner area of ​​Kunlun.

Although he chased Shi Mu, he did not have much ugly color on his face at the moment.

He also came to Neiwei for a while. During this period, he found several precious treasures in one breath, and recovered the depression of Yan Luo and Shi Mu, but he was relieved.

"Where is this Baoyue Palace?" Zhao Yu said in the heart.

Among the flying scorpions, his face changed and looked in one direction.

The power of the nine-turn Xuan Gong in his body is just around the corner, pointing to that direction, there seems to be something that is strongly attracting the body's nine-turn Xuan Gong.

Zhao Xin was overjoyed in his heart. He immediately turned his direction without saying anything and flew over there.

After a quarter of an hour, the light flashed, and Zhao’s figure appeared around a piece of pine forest.

Standing here, he can feel a strong volatility in soil properties.

"The soil property contained in the earth is so vast that it must be a treasure of earth. If it can be used for me, the fifth day of the big day can be expected!" Zhao Yan’s face was full of joy and was about to enter the woods.

At this moment, his brow wrinkled, and suddenly turned to look into the distance, the light flashed in his eyes, his body shape was a blur, ghosts disappeared from the place.

After a few breaths.

Not far from another figure, the same rapid and incomparably flew here, after a few flashes of body shape, fell on the open space outside the woods, dawning, showing a slightly thinned green robe man Figure.

This person looks at the costumes and is also a disciple of the Qinglan Holy Land.

"The strong soil property fluctuations! Although my mysterious power has not reached such a degree, but I can definitely use it later." The thin young man's face was overjoyed, and he muttered a few words.

He snorted and his body suddenly lit up with a glare of light.

"Hula", a round of blue round magic weapon appeared in his hand, dripping down and smashing toward the prohibition outside the main hall.

However, what the young man did not find was that behind a wreckage not far behind him, Zhao’s figure slowly appeared, his eyes were cold and his hands were brightened with black and white.