Qianli didn't speak, but took out a small folding box from his bag. After opening it, he took out two identical compass-shaped spiritual tools, placed them in the southeast corner of the camp, and then adjusted the axis of one of the "compasses" so that It pulled the other side, and Qianli didn't withdraw his hand until he heard a clang.

I hope to open my eyes and clearly feel that the surrounding turbid qi is slowly fading, and finally dissipates completely, but as the turbid wind blows, new turbid qi enters, and then purifies and dissipates again, and so on and so forth, "compass" The scope of action forms a relatively clean space.

Qianli nodded, quite satisfied with the effect of this combined spiritual tool.

"Hopefully, bring the spiritual tool I gave to Wuying between me."

Hope was still in a daze, and when he heard this sentence, he suddenly let out a scream like a pig: "Oh, no, you can't be so cruel!"

He hugged Wuying's neck and complained bitterly, "You can't give me hope and then make me despair."

Qianli ignored his resistance and said, "Stop talking, bring it here."

Seeing that the struggle was ineffective, he could only take down the spirit tool tremblingly and hand it over tremulously, as if he had given away his lifeblood. Wuying also made a pitiful whimper, and fell into Hope's arms and kept rubbing.

Qianli continued to ignore it, and then used his perception to analyze it carefully. This spiritual tool can continuously purify the eroding and shadowless turbidity. As long as it is not seriously injured, or in an environment like the magic forest, there is no danger of being turbid in a short period of time. But Qianli always felt that something was wrong. The function of this spiritual tool should not be so single. She could feel the special spiritual energy structure contained in it.

"Hope, you take it and try to input energy." Qianli handed it to Hope.

It is hoped that the energy has been input without saying a word.

Qianli's heart moved: It turns out that this is really a coincidence.

Just after he was expected to input energy, he and Wuying simultaneously generated a pulling force, the energy revolved with each other, merged with the spiritual energy, and gradually formed a cycle.

The energy structure of the trainers is different. They have an extraordinary affinity for animals and a special soul language. Once a contract is signed, it means that the two communicate with each other. And the spiritual tool she gave them was just able to generate a pulling force, one side acting on the other side, making them have a consonance and strength, just in line with the trainer and his spiritual partner.

It has to be said that fate is sometimes strange.

Qianli smiled and said: "Hopefully, this spiritual tool has not been officially named yet, so you might as well decide."

Hope was stunned for a while, and then said in surprise: "You mean, you decided to give me this spiritual tool?"

Qianli nodded.

Hope looked up and shouted, excitedly said: "The name must be a name that pulls the wind, um, let's call it 'Shenyu'!"

He fixedly looked at Qianli with a respectful expression: "It's like a gift from God to me and Wuying."

Qianli smiled and said nothing.

Hopefully, he won't talk anymore, and he stretches out his hand and prepares to put Shenyu on Wuying's neck again.

Qianli said: "It is better for you to wear this spiritual tool. As long as you are not clouded, Wuying will not be clouded. Didn't you feel the energy of communication just now?"

Hopefully suddenly: "No wonder, I'm still thinking why this effect didn't exist before, it turned out to be because of the wrong method of use."

Qianli thought about it for a while, and then said: "No matter how powerful the spiritual tool is, it is only an auxiliary. You and Wuying must adapt to the turbid air as soon as possible. Only your own evolution is the ultimate goal."

Hopeful nodding cautiously.

He looked at the thin figure sitting cross-legged on the ground, alone in the wind, like a wise man, and inexplicably had a sense of admiration in his heart. Along the way, he witnessed her magic with his own eyes, seemingly weak and powerless, but possessed a mysterious power that no one else has.

She must have been walking in the turbid land for a long time, both she and the person beside her possessed a kind of calm and slaughter that has been killed in the battlefield. He doesn't care where she came from, he only cares if he can follow in her footsteps and become a true warrior.

"Teacher, please let me follow you and fight with me." Hope suddenly knelt beside Qianli on one knee and made this request.

"Teacher?" Qianli was slightly taken aback.

"Yes, teacher." Hope said excitedly, "I like to fight, but I have almost zero combat experience in the land of turbidity. I hope you and Karl can become my teachers and train me to become a qualified warrior."

Thousands of miles of silence. After a while, she looked up into the distance and said lightly, "You are not qualified enough now."

Hope's face changed slightly, thinking that Qianli looked down on him, and couldn't help asking: "What qualifications?"

Qianli stood up slowly and said to him, "Where I'm going, you can't go."

Hope didn't respond when he saw Qianli put on his backpack and greeted Char to walk out of the compass barrier together.

He hurriedly asked, "Where are you going?"

As soon as the words fell, the figures of the two had already moved away in the direction of the magic forest, and the wind brought the last voice of a thousand miles: "Stay at the camp and wait for us to come back, and protect yourself."

Hopefully, at this time, I finally know what Qianli meant by the phrase "where I'm going, you can't go".

They actually went to the magic forest!

This is absolutely impossible. Most of this magic forest is at the bottom of the valley. If you want to enter, you must climb down the vines of the magic plants. However, there are often turbid substances on the magic plants, especially those small poisonous insects. If you are not careful, you will die.

They are so confident, what is it that they rely on?

In fact, Qianli did not intend to enter the magic forest, but to cross the canyon and reach the opposite side, where there was a turbid forest. The forest of spiritual energy in the turbid air is generally where the rules of the system are located, and she is absolutely unwilling to miss it.

But the narrowest part of the canyon is nearly 500 meters wide, and even Char can't jump that far once.

She took out an item from the back of the backpack, and when she opened it, it was a piece of metal like a skateboard. This is the third piece of dragon language equipment she made after the turbid shield and the turbid glove, the turbid flying board, which is used to travel in special circumstances.

The biggest function of dragon language equipment is that it can be used in turbid places. In addition to weapons, driving tools have always been the things that power users desire most. It is a pity that today's energy is limited by the turbid gas, and it has never been possible to manufacture equipment that travels through the turbid land.

Qianli was fortunate enough to obtain Dragon Whisper Metal and Dragon Whisper Heart, which temporarily solved this problem, but the materials are limited. If a better replacement cannot be found in the future, this kind of equipment is just a flash in the pan.

"Char, hold on tight." Qianli squatted on the flying board, holding the handle with both hands, and shouted to Char who was behind him, "The flying board may flip due to the airflow later, so don't let go anyway."

Char's head twitched against Qianli's neck.

Qianli took a deep breath and murmured, "Okay, start it."

The flying board slowly rose, and then with a swoosh, it flew forward quickly.

The wind above the rift was even faster, whizzing in the ears, making people's skin hurt. Qianli controlled the flying board, drove in the direction of the wind, and after a few laps in the air, finally reached the opposite side without any risk.

He chose a leeward place to land, patted his chest a thousand miles, and got off the flyboard, only to find that Char was still holding on to the edge of the flyboard.

"Char, here we are." Qianli said.

Char's eyes lit up, he patted the flyboard, and said, "Qianli, do it again."

"..."

So, Qianli flew with Char again.

Leaving the range of the rift, the wind speed gradually decreases, and the skateboard keeps flying at a constant speed.

Charle sat cross-legged behind Qianli, watching the scenery comfortably. The hood of a thousand miles fell, and his long hair fluttered in the wind, attracting his attention. The thin shoulders and strong back of the person in front of him left a deep imprint on Char's eyes. He suddenly reached out and hugged her waist, his chin rested on her shoulder, snuggling in the wind...

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☆83, Rift Valley Demon Forest (2)

Qianli originally thought that what he found was a turbid forest, but when he got closer, he realized that it was just a tree - a tree like a forest.

Its main gān is sturdy, the crown is huge, the branches and leaves are lush, the weeping branches growing downward on the branches take root, become new branches, and the branches are connected and grow infinitely around, forming a huge umbrella-shaped shade, covering The area has reached more than 5,000 square meters.

The so-called single tree can become a forest, this is the tree of the king of the Odero star - Cangshu (similar to what we call the banyan tree.)

The age of this cang tree is probably only a little longer than the time when the area was turbid, that is to say, it grew up in the turbid air. After hundreds of years, all the surrounding spiritual plants have turbidized and disappeared. It is still standing, not only that, but it has also formed an amazing system of rules, firmly resisting the strong turbid air.

If Xuanyuanbai is a wise man with profound blessings, then this Cangshu is a warrior who fought alone. It stands in a vast and desolate turbid place, enduring the invasion of turbid air and harsh environment day after day, lonely and decisive. It is the only patch of color in this grey land.

However, it can't hold on anymore, no matter how big the life is, it can't resist the erosion of time, it has begun to age.

With a sigh of a thousand miles, he gently placed his left hand on the tree, the bead in the palm trembled slightly, and a familiar breath flowed into the tree, slowly moving along the lines, gradually forming a complete structure, and then imprinting it into the heart of the bead. The new rules are condensed and condensed in the beads, and finally come to peace.