Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

Two hours later, after absorbing enough magic power from the space crack, Kyle stood up, walked to his master and woke him up.

Weilin slowly opened his eyes and looked at Kyle's expression with a hint of embarrassment on his face.

"This is a perfect place to sleep. Just now..."

Hearing his master's excuse, Kyle laughed and said, "Master, all four layers of the magic barrier have been broken."

"It's open, so quickly, you're worthy of it."

After saying this, Weilin operated the wooden core channel to continue extending downwards.

In three minutes, after passing through an eight-hundred-meter-thick rock wall, the two left the Muxin Passage and came to a magnificent hall.

As he stepped on the white stone slab, the various extraordinary organs in his body began to function spontaneously, absorbing magic power and converting it into fighting spirit.

Weilin and Kyle looked at each other at the same time, then looked at the white stone slab, their eyes full of shock.

Neither of them spoke, their entire body and mind immersed in the white slate.

Ten minutes later, Weilin felt that both the fighting spirit and magic power in his body had increased slightly.

"Standing here for ten minutes is equivalent to two hours of hard training. If I can do this in the future..." Weilin touched his chin and muttered to himself.

Kyle, who was observing the stone slab, couldn't help but twitch his mouth when he heard his master's words. His master always thought about problems from a tricky angle.

Feeling Kyle's strange look, Weilin coughed lightly and said righteously: "I'm just talking."

Afterwards, Verin stood by and watched Kyle study the white slate.

Half an hour later, Kyle stood up and said, "Master, the white slate still needs to be studied. I am not sure where its magic comes from, and whether it has the same effect in other places."

"There's no rush for this. Let's get that demiplane first."

After saying this, Weilin took big strides and walked deeper into the hall.

Looking at his master's back, Kyle temporarily gave up thinking and quickly followed.

In the center of the hall, a space gate floats in the air.

Weilin stood a hundred meters away, looking at the space gate, then turned to Kyle and said, "Go."

Hearing this, Kyle stopped, his face full of confusion.

"Don't look at it anymore. Go now." Weilin patted Kyle's shoulder and said earnestly, "After you obtain this demiplane, the transportation of materials and other matters will be left to you."

"I see."

Kyle answered respectfully, without expressing any words of loyalty.

After more than 30 years of getting along, the two no longer need words to express their friendship.

After watching Kyle enter the space gate, Weilin took out a blanket from the space ring and spread it on the ground. He then picked a bunch of fruits from the Druid's Book, then lay on the blanket, waiting for Kyle to return triumphantly.

His things were naturally his, and Kyle's things were also his. As for whether he would feel like he had lost a half-plane, for Weilin, it didn't exist at all.

Lying on the recliner, looking at the crystal chandelier on the top of the hall, eating fruit, and feeling his growing strength, Weilin began to deduce the direction of the battle.

After lying there for an unknown amount of time, Weilin suddenly sat up and patted his head.

"Why didn't I tell him the key?"

Thinking of this, Weilin put away the recliner, walked to the door of the space, and walked in without hesitation.

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After passing through the space gate, Kyle steadied himself and looked around. He was surrounded by thousand-meter-high trees, and each plant contained rich magical power.

"What is this place?"

With this doubt, Kyle flew to the top of a thousand-meter-high tree and looked into the distance.

Everywhere you look, it's covered with plants.

The next moment, Kyle split into thousands of silver-level clones and began to explore the surrounding environment while searching for the heart of the demiplane.

After an unknown amount of time, Kyle retracted his scattered clones and flew north.

After passing through hundreds of kilometers of jungle, a tree stump with a diameter of 100 meters came into sight.

In the center of the stump stood a stone tablet with unknown words engraved on it.

Landing on the edge of the tree stump, Kyle stretched out his hand and was about to touch the magic shield covering the stump, but was bounced away by a powerful force.

After retreating dozens of kilometers in the air, Kyle steadied himself, with horror and fear in his eyes.

He looked down at the magical aura remaining in his palm. It contained a kind of malice, but did not cause any harm to him. Instead, it dissipated automatically after staying for a quarter of an hour.

"It seems that I am not its target."

After coming to the conclusion, Kyle returned to the tree stump, stood a hundred meters away, and carefully observed the situation of the magic shield.

After observing for half an hour, Kyle differentiated into a silver intermediate-level Dou Qi clone and controlled it to contact the magic shield.

When the silver intermediate fighting spirit clone touched the magic shield, a big mouth suddenly appeared and swallowed it in one gulp. Then it rolled its eyes and stared at Kyle with greed in its eyes.

Due to the rules, the Greedy Mouth stayed for a few minutes and then merged back into the magic shield.

A hundred meters away, Kyle looked at the scene and began to think about retreating.

The greedy big mouth is close to the legendary level, but with his current strength, he is unable to confront the opponent head-on.

At this moment, Weilin, who was flying in the sky, sensed a terrifying breath coming from afar, and flew away in a hurry with an anxious look on his face.

A few minutes later, Weilin arrived above the tree stump, looked at Kyle who was meditating, and landed beside him.

Sensing the presence of his master, Kyle opened his eyes, stood up from the ground, and said, "Master, you are here."

"Are you okay?" Weilin looked at Kyle and asked with concern in his tone.

Hearing this, Kyle smiled and replied, "I'm fine."

"I'm glad you're okay. I thought something happened to you because of that scary smell just now."

Weilin breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the tree stump covered by the magic shield with a serious look in his eyes.

This demiplane has been ownerless for 50,000 years. As for who the previous owner was, fate did not mention it.

"Key." Weilin said softly, and then the magic shield in front of him began to fluctuate violently. Three huge human faces flew out of the tree stump, floating in the air, staring closely at the two people standing a hundred meters away.

Weilin raised his head and looked at the three faces quietly. Each face was missing a part: the left face had no eyes; the middle face had no ears; the right face had no mouth.

As time passed, the three faces began to swell and gradually approached Weilin, as if they were going to swallow him up.

Seeing this scene, Weilin lowered his head, closed his eyes, shook the magic power in his body, formed a powerful wave, and transmitted information to the outside world in the purest "language".

Kyle, who was standing behind Weilin, felt the fluctuation of magic power on his master's body. He contacted the fluctuation of magic power with his own magic power and read a sentence from it.

"The glory of magic will live forever."

Kyle looked at the three faces and said this subconsciously.