Seeing that the two brothers had finally come to their senses, Ling Xingyue was also very relieved, this kind of pressure of space and thoughts, to say that it could be easily resolved, that was absolutely nonsense, in fact, from the moment she entered the tower, Ling Xingyue had already felt it, the existence of this kind of pressure, the endless spiral staircase that drove many people crazy, was actually a pass.

And after understanding the cause and effect in the tower, and then looking at such a grassland star and moon, in fact, the pressure here is no less than the endless spiral staircase, but the pressure here is not so direct, it is buried in the bottom of your heart, so that you are slowly captured by him, and between your unconscious, he may have accumulated enough pressure to put you down at once.

But now, this is no longer a problem, Zhang Yishan and Zhao Jinlong have run out of this pressure and will not be secretly knocked down by it again.

The three of them surrounded the fire, eating barbecue in large pieces, and now the only regret is that those good wines in Hull are no longer in their hands, otherwise, the barbecue will be wine, and the more they drink, the more they drink, the more they drink, the three of them are now left with a water bag, and the three of them take turns to drink this, just this fresh barbecue, replenish their physical strength, and prepare for the next stage of sitting

Ling Xingyue and the three of them were eating barbecue, trimming, and adjusting their physical strength, on the other hand, the shamans of Wara were not as lucky as them, and where Ling Xingyue couldn't see them, the two teams of shamans were fighting to the death with the creatures in the bushes.

Bolts of lightning, ice picks, wind blades, accompanied by the shaman's cry, spread far away in this savanna. Under the scattering of lightning and fireballs, black shadows surrounded these shamans, attacking ferociously.

The shaman of Warat was the first to know the timing of the opening of the Gulan Mu Pagoda, and the two predecessors who had entered the tower back then, one of them became the Khan of the Hel and lived under the Gulan Mu Pagoda, leading the people of the Hel to start various constructions.

The other went away to the grassland, and with his own mana, he became a shaman on the grassland. The earthly travelers of the Immortal Heaven began to spread out their Dao methods, cultivating grassland children into shamans one by one. He carried forward shamanism and became the most noble ancient shaman, the spokesman of God.

The different choices of two people have resulted in different paths leading in different directions. The source of their foreheads is the Gulan Pagoda, and their end point seems to be the Gulan Pagoda, but the methods are different.

This Hel Khan has been passed down from generation to generation, and each generation of this Hel Khan takes the happiness of his people as the end of his goal, and the goal of this Hel Khan is to build this Hel into a paradise comparable to the Gulan Wooden Tower, so that his people can live and work in peace and contentment, so that every honest worker can have his own harvest. It can make the city of Gulan Muta a real dream garden.

As the famous prophet Demoham described the Garden of Babylon, "I have passed through the city of Babylon, but I have not entered its gates, and when you know where Heaven is, you have to wait, for if you have entered Heaven while you are alive, where will your soul go when you die?" Ancient Babylon, the land of paradise, has always been the pursuit of this Helhan for generations, and the city of Gulan Muta has not lived up to people's expectations of him, becoming a dream city-state on the steppe. A land of milk and honey, countless people have achieved their dreams here.

The most famous symbol of the opulence of the Gulam Pagoda is the Grand Bazaar in the center of the outer city. This market appears in many local legends, in many legends, the Gulan Muta Grand Bazaar, is not a market concept at all, but a cave of gold, the source of wealth, where gushing is not a spring, but a piece of gold coins, where there is not a pile of stones, but a piece of gems, where the towering is not an ancient tree, just a piece of towering ginseng fruit-like treasures, as long as you can go there, you will become a rich man, your life will be changed for it.

This kind of absurd legend is actually a kind of image of the Grand Bazaar, because countless merchants gathered here, in this huge market that has never been seen before, it is really gold coins to make money, silk, tea, porcelain, spices, seeds of various plants, utensils, weapons, precious stones, jewelry, art, wine, food, horses, beautiful women, handsome guys, as long as you can think of it, in this huge market, you can find the best.

Countless people come here just to see the bustling city, just to hear the sound of the gold coins falling, and they say that in the Grand Bazaar, you have to speak loudly to hear your own voice, because the sound of the gold coins flowing here is so loud that you can't concentrate your ears here, they are always attracted away by other things.

Of course, such rumors do have a bit of an exaggeration, but the merchants of the bazaar, who like to let the gold coins fall down the way to count is also true, those merchants who can be seen everywhere in the bazaar, are very willing to be in an instant, shrug their shoulders, and complete a batch of transactions worth thousands of gold in the eyes of ordinary people, when a bag of gold coins is transferred from one person's hand to another, they always like to let them fall one by one, on the one hand, counting, on the other hand, it is also judged by sound, The purity of these gold coins.

Under the dome, countless shouts and shouts have become the source of heat in this big bazaar, and there is no market more lively than here, and every vendor in every stall is warmly greeting you, here, there is no business that cannot be done, there is no price that cannot be negotiated, there is nothing that no one wants, and many things that can only be regarded as weeds in other places have become treasures in the big bazaar. After all, there is no place where there are so many people who know the goods.

And the most precious goods in the Grand Bazaar are always seeds, and this Helhan has been favored by the Gulan Pagoda, and every ten years, the Kulan Pagoda will open the tower once, and from it there will be all kinds of good things coming out, all kinds of good things that can only be seen in dreams. And the opening of the tower has become a grand festival of the Grand Bazaar once every ten years. And the center of this festival is the seed.

The preciousness of seeds is by no means represented by ordinary items, it represents food, represents tea, represents clothing, represents everything, in an era of farming, the meaning of seeds is impossible for everyone to ignore.