On an isolated island, the sky is clear, the sun is shining, the island is full of trees and trees, and the mountains and rivers are quiet.

Near the coast, there is a huge banana tree with a height of more than ten feet. The branches are thick and strong. The green leaves like the fan-fan dance in the wind, blocking the burning sun and swelling the shade.

In this shade, there is an elliptical big stone. A white pheasant is now leaning on the side of the big stone, holding a golden book in his hand and looking at it intently.

The front of the classics is engraved with a few silver characters of "Nine Turns Xuan Gong".

The inside pages of the classics exude a soft, pale golden glow, shrouded the white body, and dyed all of its white hair into golden.

As time went by, the scorching sun gradually climbed toward the center, and the clouds in the air seemed to be burned out. I don’t know when it has disappeared.

Without any obscuration, the ground on the island was blanched and chapped, and a sea breeze struck, causing heat waves from the ground, making the originally suffocating air more viscous.

Many small beasts on the island that couldn't stand the high temperature began to look around for the shade and heat resistance. From time to time, they looked at the shade of the banana tree under the sea, but they didn't dare to get too close.

Bai Yu was in a cool place, did not suffer too much, turned over, changed into a comfortable posture, and continued to relish the golden books in his hands.

When I saw the excitement, the white cockroaches sometimes scratched their heads and tried to meditate on the symptoms. Sometimes they stretched out a furry palm and put out some strange postures.

I don't know how long it took, and Bai Hao suddenly closed the classics and sighed with satisfaction.

After collecting the golden books, it turned a few tendons in the same place, and a wow in the mouth seemed to be very exciting.

Then Bai Hao looked around for a while, then ran to the island in a certain direction, and the bottom of the wind, turned into a white shadow.

The island was not very large, and the white owl ran for a quarter of an hour without stopping. He came to a seemingly highest mountain and climbed up without saying anything.

The peaks are steep, and the rocks are smashing along the way, but the white scorpion is used and used. If it is flat, it will rise to the top.

The peaks are uneven, only a hundred feet in size. At this moment, it is the most prosperous day at noon. In the blue sky, the fire-like sun shoots thousands of glaring and hot rays, making the temperature here far below the mountain.

White 猿 浑 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿

In the end, he sat on the knees at a flat bulge of the size of the disc.

After closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I immediately leaned forward and seemed to pose a Japanese-style posture.

However, this posture is different from the Japanese style of the past. I saw that his head was raised high, his mouth was slightly open, his right arm was on the ground, his left arm was high, and he greeted the sun in midair.

But seeing the golden light flowing in his eyes, suddenly a small golden flame emerged, faintly mingling with the scorching sun in the air.

The hot sun pouring down in the air turned into a silky golden awn, like a golden beam, directly concentrated in the left hand raised by the white pheasant.

It was only a moment of effort, and the white hand’s left hand was ignited, and a group of flames were picked up, making a loud noise.

Under the pain of white sputum, a slap in the face, "吱吱" called a non-stop, but the body posture did not move, still keep this action motionless.

I don't know how long it took, as the Jinmang gathers more and more, the flames in the left hand of Baiji are burning more and more, turning into a golden fireball of the size of a washbasin, burning and burning.

The left hand is slowly becoming black and white under the roast of the fireball.

At this moment, the white body is like fishing from the water. Even the tiny pores are constantly sweating. The left hand is constantly shaking due to pain, but it still persists, and there is no retreat to give up.

Looking far away, the white squatting on the ground, the black-eyed left hand is like holding a huge fireball that pulsates.

......

At the same time, Cangxu City, Nantou Street, the center of the warehouse.

Among the tumultuous golden flames, Shi Mu’s black body moved a little, and a silvery white glow appeared on his left hand.

boom!

The golden flame of the stone herd seems to have been summoned in some way. The hula hoops rolled up and gathered in the left hand of Shimu, turning into a group of pale golden fireballs.

Among the fireballs, it is faintly visible that a trace of gold mans is continually immersed in the palm of the hand, and in contrast, the golden fireball is also rapidly becoming smaller.

All the golden flames disappeared between the breaths before and after.

In the next moment, Shi Mu’s originally burnt black-like body gradually recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Some of the original cracks in the body quickly healed, and the blackened body continued to drop some black dead skin, and also grew new, delicate skin.

After a while, Shi Mu’s body has returned to its original state.

He flicked his body and suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

Shi Mu looked at his body in a strange way, and then looked around. The warehouse was in a mess at the moment, the ground was burnt black, and the air was still hot.

Around his side, centered on his body, a large pit was burned around the ground.

The ban on the censorship around the warehouse is still there, but the figure of Zhong Xiu has disappeared.

Shi Mu's face changed greatly, and his mind changed, and he quickly contacted Cai.

At this moment, his whole body and shirts have been smashed by Huawei, and only a few storage rings and black iron knives are still in his hands.

He took a piece of clothing from the dust mites and wore it on his body, waving a few rays of light, and the surrounding banned light flashed and dissipated.

"嗖"!

Cai Er flew in from a window in the warehouse and saw the situation here suddenly surprised.

However, when its eyes fell on Shi Mu, he laughed:

"Haha... stone... stone, your hair and eyebrows? Your new look is... like your name, it really turns into a stone that doesn't shine in autumn!"

Shi Mu brows, his hair is now burned out, it looks a bit funny.

"Cai Er, I ask you, have you been outside, have you seen Xiuer leave here?" asked Shi Mu.

Cai Er saw that Shi Mu’s expression was very serious, and he hurriedly put away the look of laughter and said:

"No, I didn't see anyone leaving here from start to finish. Right, did Zhong Xiu's sister leave?"

"There have been some accidents here... You just got out, what other strange things have you found?" Shi Mu nodded and told the children about what happened here, and asked.

"You have laid a ban here, you can't see what happened in the warehouse, but just a moment ago, I felt clearly that the warehouse suddenly appeared to have a terrible smell, but it didn't take long before it disappeared. "Gai Er thought about it, said so.

Shi Mu heard this, and his face was cloudy and uncertain.

He tried to recall the memory before the coma. It was only the flames of the fire show that Zhong Xiu radiated. The whole person’s consciousness was mixed and chaotic. Only some scattered pieces of memory were remembered.

In the meantime, he seems to have heard a very nice woman's voice, but it is ambiguous. I don't even remember the specific content. I only remember the words that the woman said "Dianfeng anti-phasic".

The only certainty is that this woman is not Zhong Xiu.

Shi Mu is doing his best to think, and suddenly his look has changed.

He only noticed at this moment that there is a golden granule in his mind, only the size of the grain, and the shape of the swallowing moon, which is similar to that of the Japanese.

"What is this?"

Shi Mu was surprised and a little hesitant. He thought about it and gave him a glimpse of the golden particles.

"boom"

The golden particles burst open and turned into a golden book page. The pages of the book were densely filled with small characters, which seemed to be a classic book.

Shi Muyi, hurriedly concentrated his knowledge on the golden pages, looked at a few lines, his face suddenly changed, and then his face showed a ecstatic look.

According to the small characters on the book page, this is actually the specific practice of the nine-turn Xuan Gong first turn.

Although Shi Mu got the golden classics and turned to Xuan Gong long ago, but how to cultivate, but there is no clue, and finally got a concrete practice.

In response to the dream of the white cricket on the nine-turn Xuan Gong, this work is extraordinary.

Shi Mu took a deep breath and suppressed the excitement in his heart, temporarily putting this thought down.

The next moment, when he wanted to stand up, he found that his left hand sank, as if he had put a thousand pounds of giants in his hand, his body shape was awkward, and he almost fell.

His eyes looked at his left hand and his face was unbelievable.

The whole left hand palm was black, and he just discovered it. At first, he thought that the mysterious energy of just healing the body was not enough, and the left hand continued to remain burnt. Now it seems that this is not the case.

Although the left hand is black at the moment, there is no feeling of pain. There is no problem with the opening and closing of the palm. It is just heavy, as if the palm is filled with something ten thousand times heavier than mercury.

Even with his current strength of more than 10,000 pounds, he feels that his left hand is extremely heavy.

Shi Mu looked at the moment, and the gods also entered the left hand, but did not find other abnormalities.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something.

The dream of white pheasant cultivation at the peak should be the content of the nine-turn Xuan Gong, and its left hand seems to have become so black after absorbing the amount of solar energy.

He thought for a while, and guessed in his heart that the blackening of the left hand should be related to the practice of nine-turn Xuan Gong. You should find the answer in the nine-turn Xuan Gong.

However, the disappearance of Zhong Xiu at the moment makes him have no intention to scruple other.

Shi Mu stood up through the right hand and staggered, took a deep breath, pressed the horror of his heart, and began to patrol the warehouse.

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Oh! Oh! Oh! Nine-turn Xuan Gong has to cultivate oh ^^ (to be continued.)