"Where is the golden bamboo body?" Wu Que looked down at the dimly lit and sleepy shadow bamboo in his hand and asked.

Shadow Bamboo flashed slightly, and let out a faint transmission: "Cool--Pavilion." ”

Gazebo? Wu Que raised his eyes to look at the gazebo next to the boulder in front of him.

There is a horizontal plaque on the pavilion, and two large golden characters are written on the horizontal plaque: Yi Xin.

Every stroke and stroke of these two big characters seems to have endless vitality, and people are worried that they will break through the air at any time.

Wu Que asked, "Is it the Yixin Pavilion?"

Kagetake didn't answer.

Wu Que was about to ask again, when he suddenly felt a slight chill in his palm, and when he looked down, the shadow bamboo in his palm had turned into light smoke and drifted away.

He subconsciously shook his palm, trying to grab it, but grabbed it empty.

Turning his head blankly and looking around, the sleeping light clusters floating in the air can be seen everywhere, but these light clusters are not it.

It dissipated, gone.

Why?

Wu Que stared blankly ahead, only feeling empty in his heart.

After being stunned for a long time, Wu Que finally jumped up and flew into the pavilion like a big bird.

In the middle of the pavilion is a dark gold stone table, this stone table is the same as the stone table in the forbidden land of the Colorful True God, and there are nineteen vertical and horizontal carvings in the middle, and there are some crystal black and white small stones scattered on the table.

On either side of the stone table, there is an emerald stone box, one box filled with small white stones, and the other box filled with small black stones.

Wu Que picked up the stones scattered on the table one by one, and checked carefully, they were all ordinary stones, and there was no space entrance.

The stone bench next to the stone table was also empty, and there was nothing.

The pavilion is only so big, where is it? Wu Que turned his head and looked around.

On the four corners of the gazebo were placed a strange gray stone half a man high, two of which had two small plants growing on them, and the other two stones were bare and nothing, and there was nothing else in the gazebo.

Could it be that Ying Zhu actually wanted to say something like "on the edge of the pavilion" or "next to the steps of the pavilion", but he didn't have time to finish it? Wu Que secretly guessed in his heart and turned his head to look outside the pavilion.

Outside the pavilion, beside the path, in the cracks in the stones, and by the lake, there were green bamboos everywhere: tall and low, large and small.

The bamboo swayed slightly in the night breeze, making a "rustling" sound.

Jin Zhu, Shadow Bamboo, Bamboo, Wu Que's heart suddenly flashed, and he suddenly turned his head and looked at the corner of the pavilion.

On the gray stone in this corner, there is a small plant, this plant, the whole body is green, the branches are distinct, and the thin leaves are like a sword, it is a small bamboo.

Wu Que strode up to the small bamboo and observed it carefully.

Although the small bamboo that grows on the stone is not as long as Wu Que's forearm, its strong fine roots are deeply rooted in the gray stone, and at the same time, under its emerald green skin, it reveals a very faint faint gold.

Could it be that this small bamboo is the body of the golden bamboo that is mighty to the sky? Wu Que's eyes lit up.

So he stretched out his hand and tried to fold the leaves of the little bamboo: the leaves were as hard as steel, and they did not move.

He tried a bamboo plant outside the pavilion again, and the bamboo leaves were soft and folded.

Could it really be it!? Wu Que was surprised and delighted.

He reached out to pull the bamboo out of the stone, but it didn't move.

I increased my strength and pulled it hard, and my arm hurt and the stone shook, but the bamboo still didn't move.

Do you want to use the power of space? But what if you pull it off? Wu Que suddenly hesitated.

He thought for a moment: Forget it, let's just put the gray stone into the space ring.

So he stretched out his hand and pressed it against the mottled surface of the gray stone, trying to put away the stone and bamboo together.

In order to put an object into a spatial ring, it must first be completely wrapped with an anchor, just like rolling an object up with cloth or animal skin.

Wu Que released the anchor force, ready to roll up the gray stone.

However, as soon as the anchor force touched the gray stone, he was sucked into the stone with a "whoosh", so frightened that he jumped to his feet and screamed, suddenly retracted his right hand, and struggled to retract the anchor force.

What kind of stone is this, which can devour the anchor force? Wu Que looked at the gray stone in a daze, and did not dare to act rashly.

Looking left and right, he really couldn't see anything special about the stone, so he fixed his mind and reached out again and pressed it on the surface of the stone.

Again, as before, once the anchor force was released, it was quickly sucked into the stone, and it was impossible to wrap it at all.

Wu Que gritted his teeth and let the anchor force be sucked in by it, ready to take a look.

It was a misty and strange space, and in the center of this space, a huge vortex was slowly swirling.

It is this vortex that attracts any anchor force close to the surface of the stone.

Countless emerald green roots shining with faint golden light fell densely from the sky and were deeply rooted in this whirlpool.

Wu Que retracted his anchor force, retreated, and suddenly realized: It turned out that this gray stone and the vortex inside the stone were all tools for the cultivation of this small bamboo, and it seemed to have been integrated with it.

It seems that this little thing that grows on the stone is undoubtedly the golden bamboo itself.

Wu Que stretched out his arms and tried to hold the stone, the stone was not particularly heavy and could be picked up.

But you can't keep running away with a big rock! Wu Que thought about it and put it down again.

This is Jin Zhu, so who is the other one? Wu Que turned his head to look at the other corner of the pavilion.

On that gray stone, a few lotus leaves stood slim and green.

Wu Que walked up to the stone with lotus leaves, and saw a shallow pit on the stone, which was filled with clear stream water.

The water is coiled with dense white lotus whiskers, and on the lotus whiskers, there are three thin lotus roots connected together, and on each lotus root, a long-stemmed lotus leaf grows out of each one, stretching out into the air.

Wu Que stretched out his hand and pressed it on the surface of the stone, and the anchor force extended.

Sure enough, the inside of this stone is also a misty space, and there is also a vortex that attracts anchor force in the space, and countless white fibrous roots with faint golden light fall from the sky and are deeply rooted in the vortex.

This seems to be the essence of the Golden Lotus!

Wu Que withdrew the anchor force, looked at the golden lotus, looked at the golden bamboo, and then looked at the gray stone below, and secretly guessed: The golden bamboo and the golden lotus are so powerful, it should be due to this strange stone. Hey, those two haven't grown plants yet, so can't I also plant some flowers and plants?

Thinking of this, Wu Que excitedly walked towards the third gray stone.

The stone was bare, and although there were no plants, there were some dense pores at the top of it, and it seemed that someone had planted something.

Wu Que used the anchor force to explore, and found that although there was a misty space inside this stone, there was no vortex.

He hurried to check the fourth piece of limestone, and it was the same: there were only pores and spaces, and there were no swirls.

Looking at the stones in front of him in disappointment, Wu Que thought to himself: What have these two stones been planted in, and where have they gone?