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.

"Yikes! When interval arrives, do you choose it automatically? Yes, when you couldn't choose before, the transformation was 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 is still a 'wall', like a dome, covering this side of 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 no matter what."

Reilly came over and said, "You mean the Condor will take us out?" But no one has ever gone out of Shambhala in recent centuries, and there are no eagles here...... Oh, my God! Do you think that because of the extinction of the Condor, the method of Shambhala to get 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 being stalemate like this, it is better to stabilize Shambhala first. 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 were steady Shambhala, he just separated these people.

At this moment, there was only Fang Moqi by his side.

"Lan Mu, you are the one who saved us in the palace, right?" 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 did you do it?" Manipulate that iron 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?" Doesn't there need to be anything? I thought you were manipulating it with internal forces. ”

"Internal force ......" Lan Mu wanted to complain that he had no internal strength, but he still held back and said with a smile: "There is no need to be so troublesome, this has something to do with the talent of will." ”

"Why don't you try it?" (To be continued.) )