When Jianxiu came to the Western Fantasy Continent

As soon as the eyes were closed, a heavy earth breath rushed into my heart.Xi Soil is a congenital treasure, derived from Nuwa's mending stone, its power of creation and creation is unparalleled in the world, although there is only one grain of Xi Soil obtained this time, it is enough for Hongming to use for a lifetime.However, his acupoints have not been completely cleared, and he still cannot use the true essence of the soil in the soil, just like a child who cannot push a big rock, and the opening of the acupoints is only the basis for entering the Tao. To him, the rich earth element is nothing more than a mirror in water and moon.But this soil is not useless...

Using the inner breath, Hong Ming urged this thick earth element to surge towards the spleen-foot-taiyin channel in his body. He still has five acupoints on this channel, so now it is more appropriate to use the earth element to break the spleen channel.With the surge of the earth's will, the four acupoints of Tianxi, Chongmen, Xuehai and Diji broke through one by one, but when Tuyuan traveled to Sanyinjiao, it suddenly stagnated and was pulled by a huge suction force, and could no longer advance an inch.It seemed that Xi Rang took back the True Spirit of Earth Origin, and it was useless after several urgings.A burst of dryness rushed into his heart, Hong Ming suddenly felt bad, if he forced his way into the orifice acupoint at this time, let alone whether he could break the acupoint, he would be insane before his eyes.

There is only Yinbai acupoint left in spleen foot!Rao Hongming has practiced for two hundred years and has a strong Taoist heart, so he can't help but feel a little bit annoyed.But at this time, it was obvious that he could not achieve what he wished when he re-entered the samadhi. He paused for a moment, and finally opened his eyes slowly, never thinking that he was facing a pair of red eyes.The person on the opposite side was obviously taken aback, and immediately pulled out a big smile.

After Hong Ming closed his eyes and fell into meditation, San quietly sat up.His natural vigilance made him very sensitive to anyone's touch. He was actually awake when he was hugged with the sword, but the situation was obviously embarrassing at that time, so he was naturally happy to pretend to be in a coma to avoid that scene.Now Hong Ming fell into meditation again, at least one night, at most three days, it is estimated that he will not wake up in a short time.

Sarn leaned lazily on the boulder behind him. The fatal wounds on his left shoulder and chest have healed, and now there is only a trace of tiredness that reaches the marrow of his body, like the numbness caused by excessive practice. If possible, he can now I didn't even want to move my fingertips.He lowered his head and looked at his body. The once smooth and shiny snow-white robe had turned into a rag that was worse than a rag, hanging crookedly on his body, stained with blood and mud. Which one is a bit uncomfortable.The dagger that had fallen to the ground had also been inserted back into the scabbard at his waist, Sarn stroked the handle and pulled it out.

It has been more than two months since he got this dagger, and he has never felt any special magical power in it.But the battle on the island completely overturned his cognition. The magic contained in this blade is no less than a fifth-level evocation spell, and it is an instant spell with no limit on the number of times. Such a weapon has never been seen before.It's just why he never felt the throbbing of magic, and what inspired that "sharp gold energy"?Sarn is a little confused. To be honest, recalling yesterday's battle, he is still a little confused. The scene last night made him feel like a dark elf. Afterwards, all he had left was the urge to protect that alien, but now that he thought about it, he didn't dare to say that all of this was caused by that damned blood contract. It seemed to be a deeper, heartfelt emotion. , he... didn't want Hong Ming to die.This is the first time in his life that he sincerely wants to protect someone, maybe because of this medicine pill, this crane cloak, this dagger, maybe because of the conversation under the moonlit night, maybe even just because of the weird singing on the island. Confused... He just didn't want this man to die.

Rubbing the pattern on the dagger with his fingertips, San sighed long, and turned his gaze to the front.The outsider was meditating cross-legged a few meters in front of him. From this angle, the whirlpool of death was still clearly visible, like a gaping mouth, trying to devour everything in front of it. Hong Ming sat Against such a background, the fair face shone faintly in the morning light, looking so beautiful that it was almost fragile... This should not be the idea that Sarn would have. He is a dark elf, and he has understood beautiful things since he was a child. Not necessarily fragile, just like those colorful mushrooms underground, those colorful reptiles, those slender and beautiful drow women.He just couldn't control himself...

The morning sun began to emit the light it should have, and the loss of the protection of the crane cloak made Sarn's eyes blur again, but he did not look away.At this moment, the man who was supposed to be in meditation suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes collided with him.Sarn froze for a moment, and pulled out a smile.

Seeing Saen's bright smile, Hong Ming was slightly taken aback. "you're awake."

"Yeah, I just woke up, and your healing medicine is really effective." Sarn stretched long and sat up straight. "What about you? Why is it so short this time?"

"Some barriers cannot be broken through." Hong Ming said, suddenly paused.He acted in a hurry before, and he didn't watch carefully. Now it seems that the dagger in the dark elf's hand actually flashed a sharp golden light. There are only two ways to use it. One is to use his own true essence to arouse the sword energy, and the other is to yes……

Noticing Hong Ming's direct gaze, San glanced at the dagger in his hand, "I was just about to ask you, what's the matter with this dagger? Suddenly you can use magic to attack, which is similar to the white light on your sword , but not that strong, so what kind of sharp gold qi is a variation of fighting qi?"

"This sword is called Broken." Hong Ming paused, and replied slowly, "It was the sword I used when I was young, and it was broken by accident. After cultivating immortality, I repaired the broken blade with Geng gold and sacrificed it myself. It took a hundred years to give it a hint of sharp gold. It's just that..."

Looking up at the blood-stained clothes of the dark elf in front of him, Hong Ming suddenly hesitated. This sword was the sword he used to avenge his mother, and it was also the only thing given to him by his old friend. He spent more than a hundred years repairing and sacrificially refining it. , If you want to stimulate it... The topic changed, Hong Ming suddenly asked, "Did this sharp gold aura suddenly appear when you rescued me last night?"

San choked, "The magic on the sword appeared yesterday, but it seems that you saved me in the end, right?"

"If you hadn't killed several people first and wounded that sorcerer, I wouldn't have escaped this time." Hong Ming shook his head lightly, "It was because I didn't think well that I put you in danger."

Sarn grinned nonchalantly, "Anyway, in that case, if I don't save you, I'll die. Only if I save you will I have a way to survive. The Underdark is much more dangerous than this kind of small fight."

Seeing the frivolous smile on Saen's mouth, Hong Ming didn't answer. If he wanted to arouse his sword intent, there was indeed another way, which was to sacrifice his life for what he wanted.The dark elf in front of him really wanted to save himself, and even risked his life for it.Comparing this episode, Hong Ming felt a sudden tinge of embarrassment in his eyes, his cultivation had made some progress, and this young man of the foreign race was just a martial artist, it was ridiculous to say that a warrior was going to save a monk, but at this moment, How can he laugh half a minute.

"By the way, where's the merman?" Seeing the strange expression on Hong Ming's face, San felt that it's better not to get entangled in this issue, and immediately changed the subject.

"The merman has already found the old master, and was included in the Nine Palace Formation by the Shangxian."

"Shangxian? Is it really a god who saved the sea people?"

"The one who saved Haimin and suppressed the whirlpool of death was indeed a true immortal of our clan, but the one who taught Haimin was that merman. She..." Hong Ming paused suddenly, and his words slowed down a bit, "She did it for Awaken my own fairy master, use all my flesh and blood to create a lineage of divine envoys that can be passed on for thousands of years, and attach my own soul to the Nine Islands formation, trying to wake up the fairy with singing..."

"And she succeeded?"

Hong Ming didn't answer for a while, in fact, Yuren didn't really succeed, if Master Huilu didn't knock on the door, who could awaken Yaoji Yuanshen?The mermaid is just a spirit, how can he be qualified to awaken the true immortal, but if there is no seaman girl, if there is no phantom of the mermaid, how will he know the existence of the great formation and realize the way to break through it?One drink and one peck, but that's all...

After a pause, Hong Ming replied, "She has fulfilled her wish."

"It's also very good."

The sun rose slowly, and the brighter and brighter sunlight made Saen squint his eyes, but Hong Ming did not look away. For the first time, he looked at the person in front of him seriously, only to see that his eyes were sunken, his nose was like Xuan Dan, although his face is very handsome, but there is no gentle and soft expression, except for those apricot eyes, he has almost no resemblance to his old friend, but why did he accept him as a spirit beast the first time he saw it, and made such a fuss? Big misunderstanding... Hong Ming moved his gaze down slightly, and put it on the intermittent sword, a wry smile finally overflowed.

Sharkman, myself, and even old friends, who didn't know that they couldn't do it, and all kinds of thoughts fell into the horoscope: so much thinking, it's hard for me.

There seemed to be a slight crackling sound, a warm current broke through the Yinbai acupoint, and broke into the body from the toes, Hong Ming closed his eyes.The vast earth spirit rushes in along the spleen and stomach veins, like a dragon returning to the sea, after nine turns, it turns into a golden breath, lingering in the viscera endlessly.The white awns in the dantian are gold, the red awns in the Lingtai are fire, and the yellow awns in the spleen are earth... With a thought, his soul was included in the Zifu Kyushu Ding, and there was a five-color fairy mountain on the Ding, like Kunlun. Straight to the sky.The Golden Crow has returned to its original position and continues to fly happily around the sun.

After standing in front of the tripod for a long time, Hong Ming gathered up his robe and knelt down on the ground.

As he spoke, the man suddenly fell into meditation again.Not long after, a subtle throbbing suddenly emerged from the depths of Sarn's heart, which was gentle and sweet, like the warm wind and moonlight on a long summer moon night.Is this what Hong Ming feels in his heart now?The last time he felt this strong throbbing, it was when the fire element poured into his body, so this time, what element is at work?

Pulling the broken crane cloak to the top of his head, San slowly closed his eyes. The sun was so hot that it was really not suitable for him to open his eyes and see things.A faint smile twitched at the corner of his lips. Even if there was a blood bond, Hong Ming didn't make him hate it. Such a day is quite interesting, isn't it?

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On the remote coast, on that isolated island, the bard stretched himself and got up from the ground.

"It was actually solved, even that one was solved together, it's really unexpected..." He looked at the burnt Spying Curse enchanted ring on his hand, and sighed. "It seems that it's a bit early to find them now, isn't it?"

The little green bird dozed off in his hood, nodding his head, ignoring his master's nagging.After thinking for a while, the poet took out a pen and paper from his pocket, scribbled down a line, and found a stone to press on it.He yawned, pulled out a magic scroll and waved it casually, his figure disappeared into the air.

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When we set off again, it was already three days later.For Hong Ming's insistence on leaving with the bard, Sarn was only slightly displeased, but when he came to the small island and saw the deserted island and the "note" left by the bard, this kind of Discomfort turned into intense anger.

Dear Brunette Beauty:

Seeing you disperse the Haimin Goddess makes me very panic. I think our relationship has not yet developed enough time to go further. If possible, I will reunite with you in three years with my sincerest apologies. leading edge.In order not to lose your track, please keep an eye on that dark elf, he will point the way for our reunion.I sincerely apologize to you and look forward to seeing you next time.

your faithful bard

Albert Patrice

San held the note tightly, and said with a sinister smile at Hong Ming, "Next time I meet him, can I kill this guy directly?"

Hong Ming ignored the dark elf's angry words, and after repeating the words on the note, he shook his head slightly, "It seems that the changes in the Jiugong Xuantian Formation made the people behind him suspicious. It's okay, if he wants to make a deal , will definitely come to look for me again. It’s just that I don’t know what bargaining chip he has in his hand..."

"It would be great if the gray robe is here, we will definitely be able to find out the whereabouts of this guy first!"

"Since the time has not come yet, there is no need to worry too much. We should focus on other immortal artifacts."

"So where should we go next? The Lava Fortress was once destroyed during the cataclysm, but it has been swallowed up by volcanoes, and it is too close to the Anselazia Mountains. It is a bit close to the Holy See of the Temple of Light... "

"Well..." Hong Ming pondered for a moment, and finally made a decision, "Let's look for the Seven Treasure Glazed Branch, which you call the Tree of Misfortune, if it has appeared several times here, then there must be records or traces to be found. .should be a convenient choice.”

Find an easy way to die?Sarn rolled his eyes helplessly, "Do you want to see a dragon so much?"

"If what you said is correct, the dragon is nearly [-] years old. According to the lifespan of the dragons in this world, it is unknown whether he is alive or not."

"Yeah, it's better to meet a dead dragon, even the artifact and the treasure of the dragon cave..." The dark elf showed a sly smile, and wrapped the black cloak again.

Hong Ming looked at the dark elf who almost covered most of his face, "It's a pity that there is only one crane cloak, and I will refine a new light-proof robe for you after I become an alchemy."

"Okay, after getting used to the robe, it's too painful to approve the cloak." Sarn replied with a smile.

At this moment, none of them mentioned the blood contract.

The sea wind howled, and the two of them mounted the flying sword and headed west.

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"Is this the news you heard?" A lazy female voice sounded.

"Yes, my lord. The two of them will be our best helpers in finding the artifact, but we may not be able to take it back after we find it."

"They have too much influence on the artifact?"

"That's right, it's bigger than I imagined. Especially the black robe, it seems that the artifact exists for him and is waiting for him to collect it, just like the one that suddenly glowed in the Temple of Light."

"It would be a good thing if he could shake the foundation of the Temple of Light. But from this point of view, now is not the time."

"The bonfire has just been lit, and it will take some time to start a prairie fire."

"I understand. Let's put them down first and go to the Matimon Plain. Now there is more need for our support there."

"Follow your will."

The young man bowed slightly to the lady on the main seat, and retreated from the hall.It wasn't until he walked out of the palace gate that a little green bird flew nervously from a distance and landed on his shoulder.

The young man rubbed the bird's neck feathers with his fingers, and whispered with a smile, "Honey, today's Oren Continent is very interesting, isn't it?"

The bird chirped and pecked at him, hiding itself deeper in his hood.The hall was still so dim, the young man shrugged his shoulders, stepped into the nearest portal, and disappeared.

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The Birth and Death of the Magic Chronicle

For many, the Year of Magic ends as the Year of Light begins, but most descendants of mages hold the opposite view.The true decline of magic begins at the dawn of the Heroic Years, sparked by civil unrest in the Mages Guild.According to historical records, the largest mage war in the mainland of Oren this time originated from the liquidation of the defected mages, but the author believes that what really set off the prelude to the war was the accidental and tragic death of the youngest son of the king of the Principality of Brunnauer, Duke Vissan .

As the secular ruler of the Matimon Plain, the Principality of Brenauer has always maintained a delicate balance with the Mages Guild and the Temple of Light. A magical accident caused by a scattered explosion.This accident aroused King Brenauer's dissatisfaction with the Mages Guild, and also broke the interdependence of secular and magic to resist the power structure of theocracy.

The choice of theocracy and secular power caused conflicts between the leader of the Mages Guild and the Ten Elders at that time, making it impossible to cover up the intensified ideological dispute between the white-robed mages and the black-robed mages.Following the crusade against the defecting mages, a large number of black-robed mages and red-robed mages chose to abandon the guild, and the first battle of the Matimon Plain was launched in the hinterland of the Principality of Brenauer.

A person's birth may not be able to determine the fate of the world, but the death of Duke Wissan has truly changed the world.The demise of the Magic Chronicle kicked off.