Chapter 737 Key——Magic Glory, Everlasting Flame

Two hours later, after absorbing enough magic power from the space crack, Kyle stood up, came to his master, and woke him up.

Weilin slowly opened his eyes and looked at Kyle's expression, a little embarrassed on his face.

"This is just the right place to sleep. Just now..."

Hearing his master's excuse, Kyle laughed and said, "My lord, the four layers of magic barriers have been broken."

"It opened so quickly, as expected of you."

After saying that, Weilin operated the Muxin Channel to continue extending downward.

Three minutes later, after passing through the 800-meter-thick rock wall, the two people left the Mu Xin Passage and arrived at a magnificent hall.

Stepping on the white stone slab, various extraordinary organs in the body began to operate spontaneously, absorbing magic power and transforming it into fighting spirit.

Verin and Kyle looked at each other in unison, and then looked at the white stone slab, their eyes full of shock.

Neither of them spoke, their entire bodies and minds immersed in the white stone.

Ten minutes later, Weilin felt that the fighting spirit and magic power in his body had increased a little.

"Ten minutes standing here is worth two hours of hard training. If only I could do it in the future..." Weilin touched his chin and murmured to himself.

Kyle, who was observing the slate, couldn't help but twitching at the corner of his mouth when he heard his master's words. His master's perspective on thinking about problems was always so tricky.

Feeling the strange look in Kyle's eyes, Verin coughed lightly and said righteously: "I'm just talking."

Verin then stood watching as Kyle studied the white slate.

Half an hour later, Kyle stood up and said: "My Lord, the white slate still needs to be studied. I am not sure yet about the source of its magic power and whether it has this effect in other places."

"There's no hurry, let's get the demiplane first."

After saying that, Weilin strode towards the depths of the hall.

Looking at the back of his master, Kyle gave up thinking for the time being and followed quickly.

In the center of the hall, a space door floats in the air.

Verin stood a hundred meters away, looked at the space door, turned to Kyle and said: "Go."

Hearing this, Kyle stopped, his face full of confusion.

"Stop looking and go quickly." Verin patted Kyle on the shoulder and said earnestly, "After you obtain this demiplane, I will leave matters such as transferring supplies to you."

"I see."

Kyle replied respectfully, without speaking any words of loyalty.

After spending more than thirty years together, the two no longer need words to express their friendship.

After watching Kyle enter the space gate, Verin directly took out a blanket from the space ring and spread it on the ground. He also picked a lot of fruits from the Druid's Book, then lay on the blanket, waiting for Kyle's triumphant return. Return.

His things are naturally his, and Kyle's things are also his. As for whether he will feel like he has lost a plane and a half, for Verin, it does not exist at all.

Lying on the recliner, looking at the crystal lantern on the top of the hall, eating fruit, feeling the increase in strength, Weilin rarely began to deduce the direction of the battle.

After lying there for an unknown amount of time, Weilin suddenly sat up and patted his head.

"Why didn't I tell him the key?"

Thinking of this, Weilin put away the recliner, came to the door of the space, and walked in without hesitation.

…

After passing through the space door, Kyle stabilized his figure and looked around. He was surrounded by thousands of meters of towering trees, and every plant contained rich magic power.

"What is this place?"

With this doubt, Kyle flew to the top of a thousand-meter-high giant tree and cast his gaze into the distance.

Everything as far as the eye can see is covered with plants.

The next moment, Kyle differentiated into thousands of silver-level clones and began to explore the surrounding environment while searching for the heart of the demiplane.

After an unknown amount of time, Kyle took back the scattered clones and flew towards the north.

After passing through hundreds of kilometers of jungle, a tree stump with a diameter of 100 meters came into view.

A stone tablet stands in the center of the tree stump, with unknown words engraved on it.

Landing on the edge of the tree stump, Kyle stretched out his hand and was about to touch the magic shield covering the tree stump, but was bounced away by a powerful force.

After retreating dozens of kilometers in the air, Kyle stabilized his figure, with horror and fear in his eyes.

He looked down at the magic aura remaining in his palm. It contained a kind of malice, but it did not cause harm to him. Instead, it stayed for a quarter of an hour and then dissipated automatically.

"It seems I'm not its target."

After coming to the conclusion, Kyle returned to the tree stump, stood a hundred meters away, and carefully observed the condition of the magic shield.

After half an hour of observation, Kyle differentiated into a silver intermediate fighting spirit clone and used it to contact the magic shield.

When the Silver Intermediate Dou Qi avatar came into contact with the magic shield, a big mouth suddenly appeared and was about to swallow it in one bite. Then he rolled his eyes and stared at Kyle with greed in his eyes.

Due to the rules, Greedy Mouth stayed for a few minutes before reintegrating into the magic shield.

A hundred meters away, Kyle looked at the scene in front of him and wanted to retreat.

The greedy big mouth is infinitely close to the legend, but with his current strength, he is still unable to confront the opponent head-on.

At this moment, Weilin, who was flying around in the sky, sensed the terrifying aura coming from the distance, and hurriedly flew away with an anxious look on his face.

A few minutes later, Verin came to the sky above the tree stump, looked at Kyle who was meditating, and landed next to him.

Aware of his master's aura, Kyle opened his eyes, stood up from the ground, and said, "My lord, you are here."

"Are you okay?" Weilin looked at Kyle and asked, with concern in his tone.

Kyle smiled and replied, "I'm fine."

"I'm glad you're okay. I thought something happened to you because of that terrible breath just now."

Weilin breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the tree stump covered by the magic shield, with a solemn look in his eyes.

This half plane has been ownerless for 50,000 years. As for who the previous owner was, the fate guide did not mention it.

"Key." Weilin said softly, and then the magic shield in front of him began to fluctuate violently. Three huge human faces flew out of the tree stump, floating in the air, staring closely at the two people standing a hundred meters away.

Weilin raised his head and looked at the three faces quietly. Each face was missing a part: the left face had no eyes; the middle face had no ears; the right face had no mouth.

As time passed, the three faces began to swell and gradually approached Weilin, as if to swallow him.

Seeing this scene, Weilin lowered his head, closed his eyes, and vibrated the magic power in his body, forming a powerful wave, and conveyed information to the outside world in the purest "language".

Kyle, standing behind Weilin, felt the magic power fluctuations on his master, contacted the magic power fluctuations with his own magic power, and read a sentence from it.

"The glory of magic, the flame will last forever."

Kyle looked at the three faces and subconsciously said this sentence.