Xiao Huang flew to Fu Shiyi's shoulders, as if he was acting coquettishly or complaining. After a few "squeaking" sounds, Fu Shiyi's closed eyes suddenly opened, and a gleam in his eyes flashed.

Fu Shiyi jumped.

It landed gently on Xiaoshui and called the old man and sixth sister Mo Lan:

"Xiaoshui, go, take me to the Heart of the Tower."

Heart of the Tower.

As the name suggests.

This is the center of the entire colorful pagoda.

Xiaoshui used the space shuttle skill twice in succession. After coming out of the crack, a white light flashed and it sank into the spirit beast bag to recuperate.

"Xiao Huang, are you injured here?"

Fu Shiyi looked around suspiciously. It was a hundred miles in a radius, empty and no grass grew. However, the remains of monsters a hundred feet tall were piled up on the ground. The top layer of bones was still stained with blood that had not yet dried.

"Squeak squeak"

Xiao Huang is flying with wings.

Point to the center.

It is different from the surrounding area, and there are no bones piled up there. From a distance, it looks like a deep well in this open land.

Fu Shiyi sensed it carefully, but found no abnormality. She walked towards the dry well. "Zhizhizhi" Xiao Huang suddenly became anxious, his wings trembled, turned into a combat state, and stopped Fu Shiyi:

"Is there something weird about the well of the skeleton?"

Fu Shiyi asked Xiao Huang.

Xiao Huang nodded desperately.

"Eleventh, otherwise we'd better check the situation around us first."

The old man Fu Zixu pointed to the north of the skeleton dry well:

"Look at that dragon bone. If I read it correctly, it should be a fifth-level quail dragon. It seems that it has been less than a hundred years since it died. This colorful pagoda seems strange."

If it was expected, it was at a loss.

The remains piled up here.

All are.

That dry well acts as.

"Well, grandfather, you're right, we'll be careful."

Fu Shiyi and Xiao Huang, and after the group left the radius of a hundred miles, a touch of green on the north came into view. This tender green gave people a sense of peace of soul. When they were closer, they found a leaf with strange veins, just like a Buddha statue. For such leaves, Fu Shiyi, the old man and the sixth sister, they looked around and found three in total:

"Grandfather, do you know what kind of spiritual plant this leaf is?"

“Not sure,”

The old man shook his head.

He put the leaves on his eyebrows, and after squirting them carefully, he slapped the storage bag, and a piece of fourth-level concentric incense that had been burned by half appeared in his hand. He pinched his right hand and the concentric incense "puffed" and spontaneously ignited.

White smoke curling.

The leaf surrounding his eyebrows.

The old man's frowning suddenly relaxed, and his whole body became peaceful, and even the aura on his body became holy. In his mind, a milky white light condensed, and there seemed to be something hidden in the white light, but it was not true.

The small half of the concentrated incense was burned.

Vision elimination.

The leaf that the old man stuck to his eyebrows turned into stars and dissipated.

The old man's eyes suddenly opened, and seemed to be deeper than before. Obviously, he had just learned something: "This leaf... is extraordinary!!!"

The old man's eyes were lit.
Chapter completed!