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Chapter 37 The gentle breeze blows

"Ling Yun, blow one more breath, and that egret boy is about to fall."

"Blow one more! He's going to fall!"

"Blow one more breath! He will fall!"

..."Two years of Taoism!"

..."Three years of Taoism!"

..."Five years of Taoism!"

Xiaobai was lying on the ground, looking up at Huang Mao with excitement: "Brother Huang Mao, you are so powerful...it's just that you sucked too much...it was too much, I, I'm really drunk..." Bailu Tongzi rolled his eyes,

Completely comatose.

In the grass, a group of disciples from aristocratic families looked at each other.

"Why doesn't this monster fall?" Lu Lingyun watched with distress as the Lanke spices were crushed into powder and oozing out from between his fingers. He dripped a lot of blood and his fingers were almost bitten to bits.

Xie Xuan had an idea: "Are they resistant to drug resistance? These Egret boys have been knocked unconscious repeatedly by previous seniors, and they have developed a tolerance for Lanke spices. In addition, this guy has an outstanding physique, so he can survive?"

"You're driving again..." Mengmeng sighed while stroking her forehead.

"It makes sense! Most of this Egret boy is gifted and has developed resistance to Lanke spices. In fact, it makes the same sense as us taking elixirs!" Wang Liangmi suddenly realized, and everyone nodded in agreement.

"As expected of Brother Xuan, you are well-informed!" Shi Chong immediately patted the horse and said.

Zhikari was really amused when he heard this. He naturally knew what was going on, but in his opinion, how could there be any reason to deliberately provoke a curse? Therefore, he did not expose it. It was best for everyone to return without success, so that he could go back and continue to cut the silk in detail.

Hui Jian.

"Who's going to take care of that Egret boy?" Wang Liangmi glanced at everyone.

"I have my wish, but I don't dare to ask for it." Wang Xian took a step forward, shook out an ivory folding fan gracefully, and wrote four elegant cursive characters "Breeze is coming slowly". He pinched the hand with his left hand and pointed it at the top of the tower.

Wisps of gentle breeze passed by everyone and slowly drifted towards the brick tower.

After ten breaths, Zhou Chu looked at the egret boy who was struggling to collapse and muttered: "This trick of yours doesn't work either!"

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, there's still the second half of the sentence." Wang Xianshi turned the fan and saw on the back the four conjoined cursive characters "The Great Wave Is Not Promising". However, these characters were not arranged horizontally, but vertically.

Each stroke is graceful and graceful, connected up and down, like a graceful dancing figure.

Wang Xian pinched the magic with his hands, murmured words in his mouth, pointed the folding fan at the top of the tower again, and raised it gently. Zhi Karuzhen's mental power sensed that a wave of ripples that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye swayed from the fan and swept towards the top of the tower.

At the same time, the ink on the fan is blurring little by little.

"The gentle breeze is blowing, but the waves are calm?" Kong Jiuyan said in confusion, "Brother Wang Xian, is there a clerical error here? It should be that the waves are calm."

Wang Xian gently shook his folding fan and smiled but did not answer.

On the top of the tower, Huang Mao's eyes suddenly straightened, his face turned red, and two lines of blood slowly seeped out from his nostrils. He pounced on the air like a hungry wolf, grabbing and pinching with both hands.

"Hurry up! Otherwise, when the ink characters disappear, Egret Boy will wake up!" Wang Hui took the lead and rushed to the well railing.

Everyone followed and left. Kong Jiuyan was still thinking about the difference between "water wave" and "big wave". When he looked up, Huang Mao was pouting and salivating at the air.

Inside the stone fence, Zhikarizhen saw a bottomless wellhead, about nine feet wide and hexagonal in shape. In front of the wellhead, two pairs of footprints, one large and one small, were side by side, penetrating three-quarters of the way into the ground, like knives and axes chiseling.

As soon as Zhikarizhen's mental power touched the footprints, he felt a majestic, majestic, and long-lasting momentum coming straight towards him, which made his sea of ​​consciousness surge. He had no choice but to disconnect his mental power immediately and stop further exploration.

"These are the footprints deliberately left by His Majesty Yi Yan and Yimeng Huangliangzhen. They last for a long time and are hard to be eroded by wind and rain. They contain the supreme magical power that shrinks to an inch and can send students directly to the secret realm of the underground palace at the bottom of the well." Wang

Liangmi said as he stepped on the smaller pair of footprints, "You just need to control your own breath and blend with the footprints."

The next moment, everyone's eyes blurred and Wang Liangmi disappeared from sight.

"Hold on, everyone, the ink characters are about to fade away!" On Wang Xian's folding fan, the three characters "波-不-兴" have disappeared, leaving only a vague character "大".

Everyone quickly stepped on two pairs of footprints and fled one after another. Zhi Shouzhen stayed at the end, first took the monkey spirit into the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and then stepped on the small footprints of Yi Meng Huang Liang Zhen. Although Yi Yan's aura was more majestic and unbridled,

But the details of the changes are not as subtle as Yi Meng Huang Liang Zhen. Zhikarizhen's swordsmanship specializes in changes and does not blindly pursue the strength of the sword, which is more in line with Yi Meng Huang Liang Zhen's path.

For him, no matter how many benefits there are in the secret realm of the underground palace, can it be compared to the underground dream path? On the contrary, it is the footprints left by Yi Yan and Yimeng Huangliangzhen, which contain the secrets of the two supreme masters, that are

A rare opportunity.

When his feet stepped into the footprints, Zhikari Zhen no longer used his mental power to explore, but used his pure physical sword body to experience the subtle changes in the atmosphere.

A strange vibration came from the soles of his feet. Before Zhikari could appreciate it carefully, his vision suddenly went dark. The next breath, a cold wind blew straight over, surrounded by forest shadows, strange rocks, and strange postures.

Thousands of evil spirits dance.

Zhi Shouzhen raised his eyes and looked around, but could not see a single figure. He did not know where Wang Liangmi and others had gone. He released his spiritual power, but it seemed that he had touched layers of invisible spider webs, which were tightly entangled and difficult to extend.

go out.

"That's wrong!" Mengmengda jumped out of the sea of ​​​​consciousness and looked around, "Why are there no other people? According to common sense, experienced students will appear in the same place!"

Zhikarizhen's expression condensed, he took a few steps forward, pushed aside the sand from the bottom of a rock, and pulled out a small herb with red calyx, white fruit, and brown stems.

"This is Wild Dragon Snow Thorn!" Mengmengda took the herb, smelled it, and said with certainty, "The fruit smells spicy, but the stem exudes a rich honey fragrance and is covered with dragon scales.

The medicinal properties are extremely pure and yang, and have miraculous effects on both the physical body and the spirit. It is a first-class precious medicine that can eliminate evil spirits and evil spirits."

"However, the Wild Dragon Snow Thorn was completely extinct not long after the secret realm of the Underground Palace was opened. It was clearly mentioned in the "Egret Academy Secret Realm Chronicle" of Wenwen Pavilion that Yi Yan and Yimeng Huangliang Zhen almost eliminated all the people in the secret realm.

The evil spirit has eliminated the curse of the underground palace, and the Wild Dragon Snow Thorn has also been extinct. Because this rare pure Yang medicine grows by absorbing evil spirits." Meng Mengda said with an uneasy look, "Why did the Wild Dragon Snow Thorn appear again?

?”

"No, it is indeed extinct." Zhikarizhen stared at the palm of the monkey spirit. The white fruits of the Wild Dragon Snow Thorn were rapidly drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the calyx of the stem also began to wither.

"What the hell is this?" Mengmengda was surprised.

Jikarizhen's eyes flashed, his long sword was unsheathed, and the sword light pierced the bottom of the rock, exactly where the Wild Dragon Snow Thorn was dug out.

A panicked scream suddenly sounded. Zhikarizhen and Houjing turned to look. In the dark distance, there was a faint scarlet light, looming and shaking.

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