dream redemption

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The huge space in front of Murong Xiao created indifferent ripples following his visualization.

A vague phantom gradually manifested in front of Murong Xiao.

The entire phantom is hundreds of feet high, and its shape is so blurred that it is impossible to tell what it is.

Although its shape is not yet determined, a sharp aura that represents fierce killing has risen out, and it is about to cut through the sky!It makes the void in the private space ripple.

With the passage of time, the blurry phantom gradually became clear and real, and a fresh air of nature came to the nostrils.

Spiritual soil, strange stones, spiritual trees, spiritual springs, sword bamboos... A mountain peak suddenly rises from the private space, like a peerless sword pointing to the sky across the void, descending forcefully!

The entire mountain peak is swaying with bamboo shadows, chirping birds, green trees, clouds billowing, and strange rocks everywhere, like a paradise isolated from the world, rippling with natural and friendly atmosphere.

At the top of the peak, the sharpness of the entire mountain peak is condensed here, and the sword energy is like swimming fish, and the will to cut through the void and shoot all things faintly spreads, echoing the spirit in the Weeping Sword.

"Lucifer, how much Oneiroi power is needed to materialize this peak."

"I'll check."

Lucifer blinked his lovely eyes, and with instant results, he waved his small fist excitedly.

"Just 5000 points of Oneiroi power!"

"Huh? Why is it so cheap?"

Murong Xiao raised her eyebrows, her eyes fell on Lucifer's petite body.

"Master, as the authority of the private space increases, the price of the objects created in it will also be reduced accordingly. Even at the seventh level of authority, the creation is completely free! However, the price of this sword peak was originally [-] dream powers, and the price of the third level authority Not enough to cut it down to five thousand."

"so what?"

Murong Xiao smiled lightly, like the sunshine of the boy next door, which made people feel kind.

"I checked carefully just now, the Oneiroi spokesperson, the Oneiroi system's explanation is that what it provides is dead matter, Jianfeng's soul, and the meaning of its existence is given by the master."

"I see."

A flash of understanding flashed in Murong Xiao's eyes, the soul is the most precious.

"Realization."

"Ding, the application is approved, and the materialization of the creation will consume 5000 Dream God power, are you sure?"

"Yes."

When Murong Xiao's words fell, the mist that had been lingering on the mountain suddenly disappeared, and the entire Jianfeng appeared in his perception very realistically!

The weeping sword in his hand let out bursts of soft moans.Murong Xiao smiled lightly, he likes to laugh lightly, a smile is not only an expression, but also an attitude towards life.

"Go up and have a look."

Murong Xiao spoke softly, as if speaking to Lucifer, or as if speaking to the Weeping Sword in his hand.

"Hehe, I finally have a place to play in the future! Long live the master! Hehe."

Lucifer circled around Murong Xiao excitedly, it seemed that the days in the private space bored her to death.

"Little Weeping, let's go play together, haha."

"Help me take it to the top of the mountain."

Murong Xiao threw the Weeping Sword, but was caught by Lucifer with difficulty.

"Oh, little weeping, you are so heavy, it's time to lose weight."

Lucifer muttered, gritted his teeth and dragged the Weeping Sword towards the mountain.

A faint spiritual fluctuation emanated from the weeping sword, which was regarded as a response to Lucifer's complaint.

The entire Jianfeng is about 3000 feet high, and if converted into meters, it is close to [-] meters!Like a heavenly sword, it runs through the world of private space.

The height of Jianfeng is high, but there are also flying springs and flowing water, green trees and bamboos, strange rocks and strange forests, and billowing clouds. The environment is extremely beautiful and spectacular.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a huge bluestone ten feet high, like a naturally formed portal, which makes people feel the supernatural power of nature, but this is actually Murong Xiao's intention.

"Sword Peak!"

The sword intent in Murong Xiao's eyes was suddenly condensed, and his body was like pulling a green onion from dry land, soaring upwards!In an instant, it was equal to the highest point of Qingshi.

Immediately afterwards, Murong Xiao's right hand formed a palm, using the palm as a sword, he slashed out brazenly!

Dots of white light, a faint white light emerged from Murong Xiao's palm, and an invincible will of the sword was contained in it.

"Shhhhh!"

Using his palm as a substitute for writing, the word "Jianfeng" was written with a single wave following Murong Xiao's falling body.

The stone powder came down one after another and fluttered out, covering the entire blue stone cage with a layer of mist.

As soon as the dust settled, two big characters like flying dragons and phoenixes danced on the bluestone.

These two characters are formed in one go, with the charm of flowing clouds and flowing water. When writing, Murong Xiao obviously used the artistic conception of splitting the sky and nine strikes.

Looking at the word "Jianfeng" from the front, I only feel that it is vigorous and powerful. Compared with masters of calligraphy, it is even worse.Especially the strength and sharpness revealed in the words make these two words seem to have a soul, a will, and a meaning of existence!

Step up along a mountain road that is not considered a road, climb slowly, and have a panoramic view of the scenery along the way.

Wisps of breeze blew, slightly messing up the hair on his forehead.

Pieces of leaves with strange textures intersect in the wind, making a crisp sound of "ding ding", like a cluster of dense wind chimes.

A winding jasper belt appears and disappears under the cover of trees, like a naughty child.

Bursts of cool water vapor rose up, like a lingering fairy air under the illusory sunlight.

Murong Xiao approached silently, a small winding river was flowing slowly, reflecting a little bit of green light.

The river water is crystal clear, and there are colorful pebbles with soft lines underneath, and several golden fish are playing in it, and they will not be surprised when they meet people.

The river meanders down from the peak, leading into a void, as if spanning two spaces.

Going up the river, you pass a waterfall with different heights, a forest of strange rocks, and a forest of scattered flowers. Then, you reach the middle of the mountain.

A row of crisp sword bamboos, like a sword mark left by a peerless strongman, suddenly divides the sword peak into upper and lower sections. bamboo sea.

The green sword bamboos are slender and straight. Although they are bamboos, they give people a sense of tallness and straightness. They are next to each other, forming a sea of ​​bamboos.

Where the breeze passes by, it brings freshness, like the breath of nature in the distance.

At this time, the leaves of the sword bamboo trembled a little, and it spread to the other side of the bamboo sea in an instant.

The sword bamboos were originally densely packed side by side, and there seemed to be a ripple of solid green, rippling slightly.

Under the sea of ​​bamboo, there is a looming stone step, skillfully covering the period, like the winding ridge of a big dragon, and like continuous reefs on the bottom of the sea; It is the ingenious workmanship of peerless craftsmen.

Climbing up the steps, wandering in the sea of ​​bamboo, the sound of "rustle" of leaves and leaves lingers in the ears, making people feel comfortable, relaxed and fascinated by it. This is the melody of nature.

While walking, Murong Xiao cleansed her spirit and heart, and the blood energy in her blood seemed to shake off the dark negative emotions during this process, becoming pure.

The bamboo grove was extremely narrow at the beginning, as if Murong Xiao could not be accommodated, but after walking a few hundred steps, it suddenly became clear, the golden sunlight passed through the gap specially left by the bamboo grove, and shone on several exquisite bamboo huts , showing a green light.

There are three bamboo huts, which are grown from living sword bamboos, and a vigorous vitality emerges from them. Here, nature and people live in harmony.

"Wow! It's so beautiful here! It's a fairyland on earth. I want to live here for the rest of my life! Master, you are amazing, what are you thinking about?"

Lucifer's happy voice came from afar, and then the light body flew out of the bamboo forest.

"Ah."

Murong Xiao chuckled, and pointed his slender sword finger at the eaves of a bamboo house, on which hung a bamboo house that had shrunk several times.

"You will live there from now on, are you satisfied?"

"Wow! I still have my share! Master, I love you to death!"

Lucifer flapped his light wings excitedly, and rushed towards the miniature bamboo house, and then heard her exclamation of excitement.

Murong Xiao smiled lightly, shook her head, and continued up the stone steps.

After a while, a flat stone platform of several square meters was surrounded by bamboo forests, shining brightly like a pearl in the sea.

The entire stone platform presents a perfect circle, as if explaining some kind of cosmic rules. The tip of the Weeping Sword is lightly tapped on the center of the stone platform, and the sword qi is centered on it, constantly arising and dying from the stone platform, converging, The mysterious trajectory seems to interweave the most profound Tao and reason between heaven and earth.