The wind system magic crystal was absorbed so smoothly, which made Wang Sheng feel extremely surprised, and after digesting it for two days, he hit the idea on the fire type magic crystal again. This time, instead of using the prayer methods he had learned, he found a small stream, sat in the water, and directly transferred the true yuan to absorb it.

The fire magic power that almost scorched Wang Sheng last time will also become very docile, and one-third of the magic power in the fire crystal stone has been quietly transformed into true yuan in the meridians, and it has been added to the dantian, making his mouth can't close.

According to the lessons learned from these few times, Wang Sheng seems to have figured out a rule, when he comes into contact with a new magic attribute, this magic power will transform and strengthen his meridians to a certain extent.

At this time, the Tian Yuan Continent would be like rejection, producing all kinds of strange visions. As long as you carry these rejection phenomena in the past, when you absorb this magic power in the future, you will be able to smoothly convert them into true elements and increase your cultivation.

This is good news, and such a high speed of escalation is much more enjoyable than boring meditation. If he could have enough magic crystals to support him, he might be able to shatter the void directly. The more Wang Sheng thought about it, the more beautiful it became, staring at the beautiful fire-type spar in his hand, and he actually drooled.

After he absorbed all these two crystals, he took out the earth-based magic crystal and studied it. So far, Wang Sheng has seen four kinds of earth-based magic, including the fox prince's super anti-beating, as well as the rock armor and stone projectile throwing of the 'Wind Chasing Squad', and the earth-based wall used by the mercenaries to block the red fox when they were children.

The one that can be seen a little bit here is Zhang Dongsheng's rock armor, this kind of armor can attack and defend, and its defense is super strong, which can be regarded as the top magic among junior mages.

But Wang Sheng's dream is to 'ride the wind with the sword and eliminate the demons between heaven and earth', which needs to be matched with a pure white robe to be chic enough. It's really wrong to get a rock armor that is 'real and dirty'. But what spells he can use depends entirely on the rewards of the gods, and he doesn't count what he says.

Wang Sheng was thinking crankily while searching around the wasteland, and it took him a day to find the tallest tree within a radius of more than ten miles. Mu Ketu, the native gold, he wants to use the principle of the five elements that he learned in his previous life to deal with the vision of the earth's magic.

He slept on the ground in the wilderness, fully recuperated, and then chose to act in the middle of the night, and when he returned to the gallbladder meridian of wood, this time nourished qi and blood, and was the best way to calm the stomach.

When the moon was in the middle of the sky, Wang Sheng put on a cyan robe, and used soy sauce to draw a wood-attribute divine beast 'Qinglong' on his forehead. Then he climbed to the top of this four- or five-zhang high plane tree, facing the east A and B wood, kowtowed three times and kowtowed to the head of the number of wood phases, and then praised the fairy names of 'Doumu Hedgehog', 'Kui Wood Wolf', and 'Jingmu Qian' thirty-eight times. Only then did he tremble and put this yellow oblate earth spar on the 'Zusanli' and probed it with the true yuan.

As soon as his True Yuan touched this magic crystal, he felt a strange magical aura burrowing into his 'Zuyang Ming Stomach Sutra'. This breath is pure and thick, extraordinarily simple, without a trace of impetuousness, they do not move quickly, but the pace is steady, and the strengthening of the meridians is very solid.

After Wang Sheng digested this trace of magic power, he scanned the surroundings with wide eyes for a long time, and did not find any problems. He estimated that his previous preparations were sufficient, and he had suppressed the earth vision.

He completely relieved his heart, and thanked the wood-based immortals around again, then closed his eyes and took a large mouthful of wood-based magic power, and began to cultivate beautifully.

Wang Sheng's practice lasted for five or six hours, and it wasn't until noon the next day that he absorbed all these magic powers. The feeling of fullness in the dantian makes his world extraordinarily beautiful.

He stretched out and snorted as he walked to the cabin where he was staying. After a while, Wang Sheng suddenly felt as if he had forgotten something important, and he grabbed his head and turned around several times, but he didn't come up with a reason.

It wasn't until he saw a dead tree in the distance that he realized that the plane tree he climbed yesterday was gone, which was too weird, could such a big tree still leave itself and run with long legs.

Wang Sheng walked around several times, but did not find the shadow of the plane tree, so he followed his footprints and returned to the place where he had meditated last night. He examined the marks on the ground repeatedly, and once again made sure that he had not lost his memory.

Wang Sheng saw that the color of the soil here seemed to be different from other places, so he found a piece of hardwood, poked it on the ground a few times, and who knew that a few fresh leaves were turned out. In a fright, he began to dig desperately, until a half-meter-deep pit was dug out and half of the canopy of the plane tree was dug out, and then he stopped.

It turned out that the whole tree ran under the ground unscathed, and the branches and leaves were not damaged at all, as if they should have been in the soil.

Seeing the strange picture in front of him, the hairs on Wang Sheng's whole body stood up, such a tall sycamore tree silently burrowed into the soil, it must be a strange thing made by the magic of the soil system. If he hadn't climbed so high, he would have been buried alive in the soil four or five feet deep.

Wang Sheng escaped by luck, and that night he set up a pot and made himself a meal of fried noodles to celebrate his immortality. Now that he has some savings, such a large magical space, naturally he can't put all the steamed buns and pancakes, pots and pans, and of course the same oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

Five days later, Wang Sheng had absorbed all the hedron and was ready to develop his own earth-based magic. He chose an auspicious day, wrapped his right hand in Zhenyuan, pulled out a wisp of earth-based magic from the 'Liangmen Acupoint', and began to feel their breath.

After this trace of magic power left the body, a large stream of free earth magic power suddenly gathered around, they were mellow and calm, without the lingering meaning that could be stretched, and they could feel a trace of heaviness in their hands.

He fiddled with the yellow mana for a moment, and found that he couldn't shape it at all. I took them and rubbed them on myself a few times, and after observing them for a while, I couldn't grow any armor. If you don't have armor, try something else, and thinking of this, he raised his hand and threw the magic out like a baseball.

Wang Sheng originally thought that after this magic power left his hand, it would turn into a stone bullet and smash people, even if it turned into a handful of dust, and he could scatter his charming eyes in the future. But none of this happened, what was this magic like in his hand, what was it like when he threw it out, and it flew far away until he couldn't see a shadow at all.

He threw his magic power at the big stones, grass, and trees around him, but no matter where he hit, it was scattered at the touch, and even the skin of the grass could not be cut at all.

Wang Sheng was so angry, the magic generated in the other meridians, no matter how powerful it was, could make him see some hope, how could this thing be useless? As if venting, he smashed the yellow magic in his hand to his feet. Who knew that this time was terrible, after this magic power touched the ground, a large pit two or three feet deep and more than five feet wide was conjured under his feet.

Suddenly, Wang Sheng was completely unprepared, and his other hand was still holding his waist, so his face was not protected at all, and he slapped on the ground with a 'snap'.

Other people's houses are throwing earth bombs, but how can I be a dirt pit? And the soil in the pit has completely disappeared, as if it never existed. Wang Sheng didn't care about the two lines of blood coming out of his nose, and tried several more times, smashing out more than a dozen big pits around him. He also kept throwing yellow balls into the same pit, more than 20 in a row, until a clear spring came out of the pit, and he finally succeeded in digging a well。。。。。。