The legend of Shambhala can be passed down on the earth for so many years, there must be a source.
It's just that now no one knows how to get out.
"If you really can't find it, you can only hope for transformation."
Lan Mu sank into his mind, preparing to choose the color of his next transformation in the vast sea of light of the life ball.
However, he suddenly found that the next transformation had been automatically chosen.
"When it comes to the interval, it will be automatically chosen, yes, and when it can't be selected before, the transformation is random."
Lan Mu looked at the auto-selected yellow and breathed a sigh of relief.
In order to experiment with the meaning of different colors, he has decided to choose a different color for each transformation, and when he tries all the colors, he will naturally be able to guess.
When I first found out that the color was automatically selected, I thought it was a waste of this transformation, but fortunately, I was lucky enough to automatically choose yellow.
This color hasn't changed since the Lost Isle.
"Let's absorb the energy from the clouds first."
Lan Mu stopped, turned into Bifang in a hidden place, soared into the sky, and soared into the colorful clouds that covered the top of Shambhala.
Above the clouds are still walls, like a dome, covering the earth.
"It's a real round place" Lan Mu sensed the xenomorph energy, and he was suspended in the colorful clouds, feeling the abundant energy contained in the entire cloud.
The orb of life spins on its own, absorbing it quickly.
The amount it contains is about the same as that of Shennongjia.
This was the first time he had discovered xenogeneic energy that was integrated into non-plants.
The first few times, it was all plants such as banyans, bamboo, and oaks, but now it is clouds.
It blends with water vapor and moistens the land of Shambhala as the rain falls.
"There seem to be many kinds of xenogeneous energy, but one way or another.
I can only choose to integrate it into the life ball, and the power of transformation is my foundation. ” Lan Mu was like this, hovering above the clouds, and at the same time using his mental power to check the clouds inch by inch, looking for possible exits.
Five days passed, and he did not find anything suspicious in the sky.
The whole of Shambhala is a closed world.
However, after the energy replenishment was over, the coercive period of the life sphere was shortened by another three hours, and Lan Mu found that he could perceive the approximate time of the interval.
This is another extra feature, and he will be able to know what day he will transform in the future "Two days to go" "The vast majority of transformations are seven days apart, and only a few powerful ones will exceed seven days."
Lan Mu soared in the sky, and his spiritual power swept through all the details.
Whether it is deep in the snow-capped mountains, in the towns, between the temples, or in the vast fields and grasslands.
There is no place for any suspicious exit, this small world with a diameter of 100 kilometers.
It's like a cage that traps everyone in it, and they can only get in and out.
"No, it won't" Falling on a certain snowy mountain, Lan Mu turned into a fire demon, and suddenly all the snow around him was melted and evaporated.
"Boom" He threw a punch and slammed into the barrier behind the snowy mountain, an invisible and chaotic barrier that was so tough that it was unmoved.
"My punch weighs at least dozens of tons, but it can't shake the edge of this world."
Lan Mu casually smashed a few more punches.
Just give up.
In fact, he didn't use all his strength, if it really broke out.
The escaping flames are likely to destroy the snow-capped mountains and even spread to the grasslands.
After testing the strength of the barrier, he estimated that even with all his strength, he would not be able to break Shambhala's borders.
He didn't really dare to break it, and it was often said in the novel that beyond the crystal wall of the world was a chaotic void world.
What if he drifts in the vast void after being shattered, and can't go back?
"Until the transformation is 100% sure, I still don't want to take any chances."
On a certain snow-capped mountain, Fang Moqi and others lived in a temple, and the road up the mountain was guarded by people in turn.
It easily withstood the onslaught of the Shambhala people.
"Hey, these people are really cowardly," the blonde man sat on the snow, mocking the Shambhala people down the mountain.
The Indian man also said: "It's ridiculous that they are just shouting that they are going to imprison us for life, they don't even dare to kill people." ” Reilly also found it a little funny, although the Shambhala people were rioting, they were still too simple.
At first, they were shocked by the hostility of the Shambhala people, but now they are not at all at ease, this group of people is like a blank slate, where to play and win against them, who have been through a lot of trials in the outside world.
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The people of Shambhala only know that they are blocked at the intersection, and they have no imagination at all, and the snow-capped mountains are so big, won't they open up a new road Reilly and his party just blocked the dead end, leaving the Shambhalans helpless.
"Hey, isn't that a friend of Sugarman," one exclaimed, pointing down the hill.
Everyone saw that a young man was running quickly, jumping lightly in the rocks, and climbed the snowy mountain with a few ups and downs.
"Go and call Sugarman," Reilly shouted.
After a while, Fang Moqi ran out of the temple, looked at the young man who came up the mountain, and shouted with a smile.
"Brother Blue" Lan Mu smiled slightly, and the last one deftly took off a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree front somersault, landing steadily in front of everyone.
The elves' leaping and running were more and more proficient by him, and he galloped all the way up the mountain, and easily climbed to the top of the mountain.
"Where you went, I knew you must be in Shambhala too," Fang Moqi patted Lan Mu and smiled.
Lan Mu shrugged and said, "I've been looking for an exit." ” Reilly saw what Lan Mu was wearing and asked, "You also went to the palace" Lan Mu looked down and saw that he was wearing a set of civilian clothes from the King of Law found in the palace.
"Yes, I found out about the palace and went to look for it, but unfortunately there was no one when I arrived."
Reilly then asked, "Are you the one who saved us in the palace?"
Lan Mu tilted his head and said, "What?"
Seeing Lan Mu pretending to be stupid, Reilly and the others said with curiosity: "We all think that it must be you who saves people, and Sugarman also said that his friend is very powerful Mr.
Lan, tell us quickly, how do you control those irons" Lan Mu glanced at him and said, "What are you talking about, are you talking about myths?"
After speaking, he also glanced at Fang Moqi.
I saw Fang Moqi smile meaningfully.
Then he said to Reilly: "Of course Brother Lan is powerful, but if you want to say that he can do magic, it's impossible.
Reilly, the one who saved us should still be hiding in Shambhala.
Considering that the place itself is already full of magic, it is not surprising that people with such magical powers possess it. ” The people of Reilly nodded in disappointment, they were just suspicious.
Seeing the magical power that was manipulated out of thin air made their hearts itch, so when they saw Lan Mu jumping up the mountain so easily, they deliberately tried to talk about it.
Then they were excited, and since entering Shambhala, they have experienced all kinds of wonderful journeys.
Temples that travel through the world, beautiful and rich kingdoms, half-human and half-lotus women, guards who are reborn after death.
A powerful and eerie gargoyle, a divine iron that flies out of thin air There was something strange about it, and for the explorers of them, the journey was almost perfect, and all that was left was to find an exit and leave the place, and to write about their stories that would be known all over the world.
It is bound to become a legend in the world of adventure.
"Lan Mu, we're studying the temple here.
We believe that the way to leave Shambhala is hidden in these eight temples. ” Fang Moqi took Lan Mu into the temple, Lan Mu listened to his words, and laughed secretly in his heart: these eight temples are unremarkable, even the treasure hunting rat has not been able to sense the strangeness, which is enough to show that they are not the exit to leave.
Lan Mu knows.
Everyone came in by the temple outside on the Great Snow Mountain, and since it was the entrance, it naturally made people think that the temple of Shambhalari was the exit.
However, there is only one temple that truly belongs to the containment, and it is on Earth.
Where did Fang Moqi and the others know about this.
These days are still painstakingly studying these temples.
Mr.
Charlie pointed to the golden eagle and said, "I have been to the temple many times, and I have found that the people here do not worship the eagle, and there is no such creature as the eagle in Shambhala, but both the temple outside and here worship the eagle. ” "I suspect that Shambhala originally had a Condor, but it was only extinct because I don't know why."
Reilly came over and said, "You mean the Condor will take us out, but no one has ever gone out of Shambhala in the last few hundred years, and there is no Eagle here, oh my God, you think that because of the extinction of the Condor, the way Shambhala got out is gone forever, it's so desperate" This was a desperate conjecture, and the crowd instinctively rejected the idea and continued to study various Tibetan languages and drawings.
Looking at their various conjectures about the exit, Lan Mu was absent-minded.
The temple is not a containment object, and it is useless for you to study it until you die.
Over the course of two days, they found every temple on the snow-capped mountain, and when they descended the mountain, they were always hindered by the Shambhala.
Of course, with their skills, the Shambhala people can't help them at all.
Every temple has been there, and they have tried everything, no traps, no secret passages, no magical teleportations.
Despair enveloped everyone, except Lan Mu.
"Guys, I don't think there's any point in looking for them like this, it's better to establish a communication with the Shambhala people, maybe they can provide very useful clues."
Seeing their resignation one by one, Lan Mu couldn't help but say.
"But they're all messed up right now, they're not producing, they're trying to catch us all day," Reilly said.
Lan Mu smiled: "They have no order, can't we establish order for them?"
"Now that Shambhala is in chaos, instead of a stalemate like this, it is better to stabilize Shambhala first.
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Anyway, with a little bit of order, Shambhala's environment is enough for everyone to live well. ” Everyone looked at each other and realized that they really needed to communicate with the Shambhales.
So Charlie, Reilly and others went down the mountain to contact the Shambhalas, one to have a constitutional monarchy, and the other to have a referendum.
Lan Mucai didn't care how they stabilized Shambhala, he just broke these people apart.
At this moment, there was only Fang Moqi by his side.
"Lan Mu, you are the one who saved us in the palace," Fang Moqi asked with a smile.
Lan Mu was expressionless, and asked rhetorically, "Why are you so sure?"
Fang Moqi said: "Intuition" Lan Mu had nothing to say.
After thinking about it, he simply developed Fang Moqi into a member of the Blue and White Society.
So he nodded, and it was acknowledged.
Fang Moqi asked excitedly, "How the hell did you manage to control those irons out of thin air?"
Lan Mu pursed his lips, and with a thought, nine pieces of Best metal were suspended, all of them fusiformal, fluttering around him.
Fang Moqi hurriedly dodged, curiously reaching out to touch the Best metal, feeling the coldness and hardness on it.
"That's it, these are called Best Metal, a type of containment.
Mental power can be manipulated, and if you practice more, you may be able to use it.
Lan Mu said with a smile.
Fang Moqi's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed: "I can also use it, don't you need any conditions, I thought you were using internal force to manipulate." ” "Internal force" Lan Mu wanted to complain that he had no internal strength, but he still held back and said with a smile: "There's no need to be so troublesome, it's related to the talent of will." ” "Or, you try" to be continued
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