Chapter 195: Breeze Generator

The light film outside the giant tree lasted for a whole day. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info didn't finally disappear until the sun rose the next day. Morey was sitting by the white flower pond, carving something on his workbench, quietly falling off the bone spurs.

Many of the fruit vines that live on the giant trees have died.

Although Wendick didn't seem to care, Morey couldn't help but feel a little distressed when he saw it.

The giant tree was originally green and dense, but after being pierced with holes, it seemed to have withered a lot. It seems to have become a little balder than before, because many of the leaves had been rubbed off by bone spurs before. Thick sap was leaking from the injured part of the giant tree, and although the wound was plugged like a patch, it still looked like it was still badly injured.

Before the light film disappeared, the old nobleman had always had a gloomy face, and of course Morey would not be interested in it. Now that the bone prison has finally been lifted, Morey's heart is moving and he wants to remind him, but when he looks around, he is only stunned to see Gossel sleeping lazily with his belly exposed.

The old nobleman suddenly disappeared almost the moment the light film disappeared. Morey scratched his head, but continued to work on the magic carving in his hand, and ten minutes later he was about to take a drink and rest, but he happened to see the old nobleman flying back from outside.

Wendick's face was still calm, but it was a little calmer than before. During this time, Wendick had apparently done something at the entrance to the valley.

"Oh, it looks like you're confident, not bad. Wendick walked past Morey and glanced at the things on the table.

Of course, I've been studying it for a long time.

However, Morey didn't expect that Wendick had just looked at it for a while, and suddenly said such a sentence very stingily. "If you can really make it, you can leave, but say it in advance......"

"If not, you'll have to work overtime to make up for me!"

...... Huh!?

Morey almost squirted out a mouthful of water.

Speaking of this, Wendick shook his head a little dissatisfied. "I can't accept that you've wasted time cultivating Windward for such a stupid thing!"

Make no mistake!

Is it a serious thing to blow that broken flower?

But Morey resisted the urge to complain and forced a smile. "Uh, don't worry! I've invested heavily in the materials this time, so it's definitely fine!"

The old nobleman's words suddenly changed. "Entered the third order?"

Morey nodded.

"Hmm...... Indeed, your spiritual power can already be released, and your comprehension is quite fast," Wendick's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at Fred's carving knife suspended in Morey's hand.

Being able to control something to levitate out of thin air is obviously a sign that mental power can be released.

"But what the hell did you do to condense your spiritual power into such a weird posture?"

"I ......" Morey was about to speak, but Wendick thought for a moment and suddenly waved his hand to stop.

"Forget it, it's your business, I'm too lazy to ask......" Wendick shook his head and said. "But since you've already entered the third order, it saves me a lot of trouble. ”

"Eh, if you want to help me break through to the fourth order, I don't mind!" Morey's eyes rolled.

Wendick was not angry, and said without hurry. "It's actually not difficult for you to break through the fourth order, provided that you are willing to give up the future and stay in the fourth order for the rest of your life. Well...... If that's the case, I can help you. ”

"Eh, don't!" Morey hurriedly waved his hand in fright, only to find that the old nobleman had suddenly disappeared like a ghost. Morey was startled, and hurriedly looked around, only to see him appear in the rocking chair at the top of the canopy, as if he was napping.

Knowing that he had been tricked by this old man, Morey couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Although I really want to improve my strength quickly and untie the shackles of the fire bomb technique as soon as possible, I can't afford to pay such a big price for the fourth order, but I still have a good tomorrow.

"Third Order....... This is the Third Order!" Fred's carving knife slowly hovered beside him, and the corners of Morey's mouth curled into a mysterious smile.

I have to marvel at the miracle of fate, the shattering of mental power at the beginning, I thought it was unlucky to the extreme, how could I have thought that there would be such a turn. The magic stone is really wonderful, even if a long time has passed, Morey can't help but be amazed when he looks back - if it weren't for that magical cultivation state, I'm afraid that even if he gave himself a hundred more chances, he might not be able to form a ......

...... The mental power of this gesture!

It's a pity that after using that opportunity to perceive, this stone seems to be useless. The magic stone may be a legendary treasure to others, but it has not taken the usual path, and its true value is destined to be wasted.

Morey silently continued to engraving.

If you don't get those benefits, you can't give up magic.

Although the magic stone recognized the master, because no magic carver had ever left a note in it, Morey naturally did not get any feedback on his experience. On the contrary, it seems to be some of his own experiences, which are constantly absorbed by the magic stone, and let it be recorded.

There were some worries before, but after checking it all night last night, Morey finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the will of the owner is absolutely dominant.

The magic stone is indeed magical, but it is not so strong in nature, something that Morey does not want to be recorded, although the magic stone is very desired, but it cannot be forcibly snooped on.

As long as the consciousness sank into the sea of spirit, you will find an illusory iron door in the corner, and Morey tried to enter it, and found that the spirit body actually entered the huge study again.

Although the moonlight was still there, the study had become eight areas at this time, seven of which were filled with all kinds of books, and the last shelf marked with a carved knife pattern was very empty, with only an unnamed note on it.

I picked it up and flipped through it, and found that it was all something I had written down in my notebook, and I learned it from myself. It's a pity that the other seven-sided bookshelves are still the same, although they can be seen and touched, but they are like nailed to them, and they can't be taken down no matter how hard they try.

Morey thought about it and understood, it seemed that this place should be of little value to him.

Whoever comes here seems to have access only to the books of the corresponding system.

It doesn't seem to make much sense to come here to review your notes. It is better to look outside, although the moonlight here is good, but how can there be a magic oil lamp to be eye-catching.

Thinking wildly, the work at hand has reached a critical juncture. Morey stopped thinking about the mess and forced himself to be quiet.

Fred's graver slashed gracefully across the stone slab, leaving delicate arcs.

The last knife was completed, and Morey brushed the table with one hand, leaving behind two delicate magic beads, which Morey picked up and pressed on the groove of the stone slab without hesitation. I saw that the pattern of the slate lit up little by little, and quickly formed a complete line, closely connecting the two magic carving beads!

One is a 'Breeze' Magic Orb, while the other is simply carved with a few transformation circuits, not even a real Magic Orb, but of course Morey would not make such a low-level mistake, since it is so made, it naturally has its own design.

Although it is indeed speechless to look at it alone, when they are connected by this stone slab...... Everything is different!

The spiritual power entered the transformation circuit, and I saw that the silver light suddenly lit up, and then it flowed rapidly along the pattern, and was injected into the Breeze Demon Carved Bead!

A soft breeze suddenly appeared, covering the distance of five or six meters ahead.

If anyone saw this scene, they would be surprised to find that the wind was so stable, no matter how much spiritual power Morey injected, the wind power was fixed within a stable range, and there was almost no change.

However, Morey was still not satisfied, and took out the magic carving beads, and used the carving knife to add and scratch, and modified them several times. It wasn't until the last wind didn't rise or fall that Morey nodded, soaked it all in a basin of green liquid, and waited.

An hour later, when the slate was scooped up from the basin, the whole had turned a piece of turquoise, faintly flowing silver, and it was no longer possible to distinguish the boundary between the magic bead and the slate.

For the magic carving props, the magic carving beads are actually the core, not the real props, and only by combining the auxiliary carriers can the effect be perfected. All along, Morey has simply used the Magic Carving Orb, and has not seriously designed a few auxiliary carriers.

If you don't count the half-finished flying boots, this fast slate should be the only thing worthy of the words 'magic carving props'.

"That's it. A smile tugged at the corner of Morey's mouth.

It seems that it is time to leave.