Shenshan, standing between heaven and earth, is strong and high, and there is no vitality between the mountains.

Fenglan searched the intestines and scratched his belly, and he couldn't find the myth and legends corresponding to it.

Looking back at the scene of the white paper people, dreams are like fantasy.

Feng Lan held a small broken boat burning the dark fire, hovering under the dead tree, repeatedly scratched, selected the appropriate branches, took it back to learn the art of carpenter, and repaired the boat.

A humble tree hole gradually became the core of his sight.

Feng Lan observed around, after repeatedly, put away the boat, dragged the ancient sword and the immortal, and walked into the tree hole.

The tree hole is particularly dry, thick roots, soft, like a soft bed that deliberately manufactured.

The wonderful warmth is constantly invading the skin. Obviously, it is not the calories that must be generated by thick roots, but I don't know where it comes from.

Feng Lan couldn't help but look back at the way without changes.

Is this Shenshan Mountain that exists in the Temple of Sleeping in the Underground of Frozen Snow?

Even countless questions, like an endless confusion, shrouded, can't see clearly, can't touch it.

Feng Lan righteously, walking forward.

Deep in the tree hole, the warm wind suddenly blows.

Feng Lan was stunned, stretched out his hand, and wanted to grab the fleeting breath.

The weird breath seems to be a nose with a nose, and it looks like the wind blows.

Feng Lan's nerves gradually tightened.

On this mysterious god mountain, the secret tree hole connected by the secret dead tree appears.

There was a trace of excitement in Fenglan's eyes.

That is the desire for life for life.

Feng Lan focuses on the thick roots in the tree hole `, hoping to find some clues.

It seems that this is a blank consciousness and thought, unrealistic.

Feng Lan is getting faster and faster.

The curved tree hole is getting empty, as if guiding Fenglan forward.

Suddenly, the sky is wide, the waves are wide, and the waves are connected.

Feng Lan was shocked and turned back quickly, and found that she was still standing in the tree hole, but just reached another exit. I could see this world.

He looked at the distance again, and there was a tall and tall bone on the coast.

From a distance, it is difficult to imagine how a burly giant beast produced by such tall and tall bones.

Feng Lan's heart is timid.

However, the mysterious atmosphere came with the salty taste of the sea water.

Feng Lan's mind was slightly moved to determine that something in the horrible skeleton was summoning himself, and decisively flying the sword.

The closer to, the specifications of the bones are more huge, and it is better than steel. I am afraid that I do n’t know how many years in the past. After the wind and rain, they are resolutely maintained in place without a trace of change.

I can't see how the original owner died during his lifetime.

Is it a slaughter that has been bound to be bound?

Or has a decisive battle that has been turned over?

What kind of power can we achieve such a situation?

Feng Lan converged and gradually locked the direction of the breath.

It was a huge and linked head, like a fish's head.

Fenglan Royal Sword flew around and roughly judged that a fish head giant beast lying on the coast and basking in the sun and died safely.

The moment Fenglan flew into the fish head, it seemed to rush into an unfathomable tunnel.

The vertical and horizontal tunnels inside the fish head, like an ant nest, can not be distinguished at all.

Feng Lan clearly felt the atmosphere of a tunnel, and tried to defeat the fear of lingering.

Even if Feng Lan's imagination is fired, it is difficult to feel so authentic that the space inside the fish head is far from the horror bones that can be seen from the outside.

It seems that the space inside the fish head is contrary to the size of the bone.

The bones are not so large, and the space inside the fish head is like the vast universe starry sky.

Feng Lan concentrates the spirit, and the mana is constantly injected into the seven -star sword, and Qingyun covers the whole person.

A black and red light ball, Xu Xu showed it in sight.

Feng Lan continued to approach, and I saw the black and red light ball entangled with black and red silk threads as thin as hair, and imprisoned at the intersection of ten tunnels.

Feng Lan was finally determined that it turned out to be colorful spar on the left arm, which was induced with black and red light.

This shocked Feng Lan.

Unexpectedly, I do n’t know how to come to the mysterious mountains, it ’s completely real, there is no illusory.

Does it mean that the crossing that I am experiencing has changed from the illusion of four years ago to the real transformation?

If so, what is the reason for promoting from virtual to real?

Fenglan flashed countless thoughts.

He thought of the big black snake and the old black dragon that went to the war, as well as the dragon that gradually died in the dragon's nest.

There is no doubt that this fish head monster has some close relationship with the dragon.

After a long time, Feng Lan thought, dug out the color spar, and obsessed with the left hand.

Suddenly, the secret black `silk, red silk abandoned the black and red light ball, rushing towards the wind.

At this time, the oriental fish white in the deep mind of Fenglan appeared, quickly disintegrating the sealing power around, directly devouring the black 'silk, red silk.

Black -red light balls floated leisurely, falling in the left hand, and a little fusion wrapped the colorful spar.

The red half is more rosy, there is a layer of water vapor.

The dark half of the black, the darkness of the black, and the meaning of Mars.

Slowly, the successive picture flashed in the mind.

A handsome young man, wearing a black dragon armor, leapt a horse to whip, the charge is at the forefront of the Cavaliers Legion.

A teenager holds a giant sword, staggered in the thick ice and snow, along the upward curved sheep intestine trail.

A middle -aged man in a big fat man, lying leisurely on the rocking chair, raised his mouth slightly, showing a strange smile.

A fish head inlaid on the wooden stake is slowly opening his eyes and smiling towards Fenglan.

"My big deputy, you are finally here."

"ah!"

Feng Lan yelled and couldn't help but retreat. She was sweating for a while, and her body was extremely tired.

He can no longer support it, pick a clean, and the royal sword falls down, thinking about the scene just now.

"I even saw the captain?"

The scene just now is too lifelike, it is completely true.

Feng Lan shook her head hard, and couldn't believe that the fish head inlaid on the wooden stakes made the captain's voice.

Yes, I should go back.

Over there, I was going to start a monster boat and drove into the Ember.

Where am I there now?

Feng Lan's eyes are full of confusion.

After a long time, the spirit improved, so I wrapped the red and black light of the colorful spar, and sewed it into the muscles of the left arm again.

Feng Lan's spirit is gradually inspiring, re -enables the sword, and come to the position of the red and black balls.

On the entrance steps of one of the tunnels, there is a thin booklet.

Feng Lan picked up and whispered: "Yin Yang Mantra · Yang Mantra · Daming Mantra."

It turned out that this booklet was the "Daming Mantra" of "Yang Mantra".

However, why is this curse sealed in this mysterious floor?

Feng Lan found the bone that enlarged the Ming Mantra, which was relatively soft, so she carefully pulled up with both hands and dug it.

As long as you let go of your hands, the dirt -oil -like viscosity will also disappear.

After confirming this secretive image, Fenglan concentrates on digging.

A soft blue glory began to flow between the seams.

When the initial pollution -like gesture was completely replaced by the later cyan glory, it was no longer a soft bone dug with both hands, but a silk -shaped thing.
To be continued...