The wizard is chasing the truth

Doors to dreams opened one after another, and brilliant sunlight emanated from them. The moment it came into contact with reality, it formed a material state like a substance, like mist. The tiny particles and molecular structures stained the clothes and skin of the wizard standing in front of the door. , giving them the authority to enter and exit the dream and perform their respective systems of witchcraft in the dream.

Not only that, the great nightmare wizard standing at the top, the nightmare mirror in his hand is suspended in the void, and the white surface of light emits fission magic circuits like ribbons, and penetrates the corresponding wizards in the square with a sense of acupuncture. The skin layer echoes the nightmare natural disaster mark and is imprinted on the soul.

At this moment, individual wizards who possess the mark of nightmare disasters will be able to rely on their own authority to receive the corresponding power of nightmare destruction in the bubble world and convert it into the particle energy needed to perform their own witchcraft.

In other words, they no longer worry about particle energy consumption.

Of course, everything comes at a price. The corresponding natural disaster points will be deducted depending on the magnitude of the power of nightmare.

Wang Ya has not opened up the bubble world for many years, and has stored a large amount of nightmare-destroying power for today.

The transformation and shaping of the fission path network is also to adapt to the many natural disaster wizards today.

His eyes were burning, as if he was expecting something.

This is also the first attempt. The bubble world and the members of the natural disaster cooperate to fight to see if they can accomplish what he expected, or if there are any gaps that can be made up for in time.

It’s about the Nightmare Bubble Network’s first step towards the heavens and fighting across the heavens.

Many wizards below also noticed their own changes, and under their mental perception, the source of the huge and endless power of Nightmare Destroyer. Shock suddenly appeared in their eyes, and even the formal wizards could not calm down. Nightmare Destroyer The power of dreams can support their consumption. In battle, the advantage they can have is too great.

They all looked at the Grand Wizard of Nightmare. It was hard to imagine how powerful the Grand Wizard of Nightmare was. Such a large amount of energy support would not affect the Grand Wizard of Nightmare itself.

The Dark Wizard and the Divine Blood Wizard knew the inside information a few days ago and used mental fluctuations to pass it on to many official wizards.

"Don't be impatient. The power of Nightmare Destroyer is not infinite. It is also related to your natural disaster points. If you have few natural disaster points, you won't be able to absorb much."

The expressions of the major official wizards are different. This is an exaggeration. The current meaning is that the number of natural disaster points can be supplied as much as there are.

Even a second-level star wizard cannot possess such a huge amount of energy.

The power and mystery of the Nightmare Great Wizard once again shrouded their hearts.

Polaris held the Netherworld Sword with both hands with more force. From the corner of her eyes, she looked at the black-robed figure with an inexplicable expression that did not express her mental fluctuations. She had to admit that she couldn't do this. The particle energy happened to be her shortcoming. The board is also the reason why she cannot exert her starry wizard's combat power for a long time.

It just so happens that she has a large number of natural disaster points, in order to exchange for the Legendary Heart potion; if exchanged for the power of nightmare destruction, she can obtain an astonishingly huge amount.

The duration of the power exerted by the Nether Sword in the second stage will be quite exaggerated, and it is completely comparable to that of a real Starry Wizard.

Polaris's eyes flickered, and she even had some surprises. Was it the Nightmare Great Wizard who took special care of her and opened the back door for her, but also opened the back door for other wizards.

It's such a coincidence and a perfect fit.

The pressure on the particle energy to support so many wizards is extraordinary.

Wizard Yisi fell into some memories of past scenes, watching the subcutaneous tissue being pierced, which was very similar to the dark wizard mark he branded on the apprentice wizards in the ancient forest mountain.

However, the identity of the wizard has been exchanged.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he lowered his right hand. The cuff of the wizard's robe also covered his palm. He raised his eyes and looked at the figure of the nightmare wizard who was the center of all eyes.

Watch him turn around and walk into the dreamy void door behind him.

Many wizards also stepped in together.

The rippled mist formed by the power of dreams spreads more and more, like a dream, intertwined with the figures of wizards, echoing the colors of the wizard robes on their bodies.

The war has begun!

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The practice square near the white windswept plains.

call!

The lungs compress and undulate, creating an attraction. The cold molecules and white ice crystals in the air are pulled over, forming tiny ribbon-like traces in the void.

Gradually converging on the nose and the front of the mouth, the coldness invaded, and the ball-like form of matter and energy made the faces of the young wizard apprentices who were watching look shocked.

"Teacher Lake, this is so amazing. I have never seen this witchcraft in textbooks. It actually attracts natural ice crystals and mixes them with energy. There is not much conflict between the two."

"Is this your unique witchcraft, Mr. Lake? It's so powerful and cool. Can we learn it?"

The middle-aged wizard wearing the white wizard robe of the Pale Hand gradually appeared on his face with animal-like features, and the corners of his mouth could not help but raise an arc; this was not witchcraft, but an innate ability derived from his extraordinary bloodline.

Of course, if these little guys want to be understood as unique witchcraft, there is no problem.

After all, in this pale fortress, only he can use this ability.

The extraordinary blood of the ‘White God Bear’ is rare and precious even among the top ten Pale Fortresses. It can enable the corresponding blood wizard to have the potential to be promoted to a formal wizard, or even a Star Wizard.

He is also a nominal teacher of the 321st Pale Wizard Academy. He only needs to teach these little guys from time to time to get a lot of magic stones and Pale Contribution Points.

To fully develop the blood power of the White God Bear, a lot of resources are needed, and the price is expensive.

With his mind turning, Rick is ready to show this group of little guys the power of his innate ability.

The White God Bear is famous for its elemental energy attack. The powerful White God Bear can even spit out a breath of ice to freeze a human country and kill thousands of lives.

"Teacher, so powerful, is this also your ability? You actually have the art of clones."

A wizard apprentice pointed at something behind Rick in surprise.

Rick was stunned instead.

Clone?

When did he have the ability to clone?

The White God Bear lacks defense and vitality except for its powerful ice and wind energy attack. As for the ability to clone, it must be a supernatural creature related to dark and water elements.

Rick turned his head subconsciously, and his pupils shrank suddenly. A wizard figure exactly like him stood behind him, almost overlapping him.

The most creepy thing is his appearance, which is exactly the same as his. There is no difference. Even the few slightly thin white hairs near the corners of his mouth are copied.

It's just like another him.

"Damn it, what's going on? Who is playing a prank on me?"

Rick was a little flustered, but when he saw the other one standing there like a puppet, without any movement, and sensing the past, there was no supernatural fluctuation, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Look, Seven, there is an identical you next to you."

"Dyna, there is also one behind you. What are these? Is Mr. Rick playing a joke on us with his witchcraft?"

The little wizards who have not yet mastered a decent witchcraft looked at each other's backs with great curiosity, and some of them even pinched the face of another self.

"Hard, like plastic, and like stone, why does it look exactly like me?"

"My side is as soft as cotton, it can be sunken, but it recovers, so amazing."

A black line appeared on Rick's forehead. Just as he was about to open his mouth to scold, his pupils shrank again. This time, his face showed shock and horror that could not be concealed.

"How could the Pale Fortress be gone!"

The cold wind stopped blowing, and there was no white frost on the ground. The wind and snow spirits that seemed to have been constant in the sky also disappeared. There was only a vast expanse of white, and a strange sky like a painting of colored pigments.

The color of the sun is also pigmented, and the color is constantly changing. Along with the light reflected on the earth, the temperature conditions also change; Rick stared blankly at the pale fortress that has disappeared. Everything familiar is gone. Now it is an unfamiliar environment. The only comfort is a group of familiar people.

A group of little wizards who can't even play low-level witchcraft, what comfort!

Rick looked at the silly little wizards around him who didn't understand what was happening, and felt tired.

"The other me disappeared, it's so magical, just like a painting being erased."

The little wizard named Dyna is very brave and has been observing the other self.

"Mine disappeared too."

Rick looked at the weird environment, it seemed to be in a primeval forest, but the color was too enchanting, not like normal reality; he reached out to touch it, trying to cover the particle energy, and soon his face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"How could it be? Particle energy cannot be used. Witchcraft can only release spiritual power and the physical level of the body."

When his palm touched a blooming blue flower, he grabbed a ball of splashing liquid-like paint.

He took a step or two back and thought of a terrible result.

"Is this a dream world? I was actually teleported to a dream world!!"

A little wizard came over and pulled his clothes, pointing in a direction and said, "Teacher Rick, there is an ancient and magnificent city over the primeval forest, exactly the same as our pale fortress."

"Why is our home here? No, shouldn't we be on the practice field?"

These little wizards finally found something strange, and thought of some terrible information in the book. Their faces turned pale and they looked at the only high-level wizard here for help.

Rick looked at the corner of the building that was looming in the primeval forest and murmured, "This is incredible. I was actually pulled directly into the dream world. The official wizards of the Pale Hand cannot be so slow, unless they are too busy to take care of it, or there is a more terrible power."

The God Dream Wizard is a rare second-level dream wizard. The possibility of attacking from the real level is greater; the defense at the illusory level of the dream world cannot be broken by the combined efforts of the two wizard forces of the Ancient Heart and the King's Palace.

Rick swallowed his saliva. The hidden truth was too terrible and too terrifying.

The sound of the beast roared from the forest, and everyone's face changed.

Now is not a good time to think. Lake immediately said to everyone: "Witchcraft in the conventional sense can no longer be used here. Except for witchcraft that acts on the body, soul, and spirit, I will teach you a way to release it." Explode your own spiritual power.”

"This is a dream world. There are various unknown dangers, as well as the erosion of the world itself. Mental strength is the foundation. It can resist erosion to a certain extent and persist for a longer period of time. If you encounter dangers that affect your life, use the power I gave you. Remember, even if you use one point of your strength, it will not be replenished."

Reike walked into the forest with the little wizards who had different emotions, most of whom were scared.

They are not official wizards, do not have the power of the true spirit, cannot find the coordinates of the anchor point, and cannot rely on their own strength to forcibly anchor reality and leave.

But Lake remembered something his teacher once said.

The dream world is a spiritual reflection of the real world. It is weird, mysterious, and elusive. But after all, there are traces that can be followed. They must exist in the existence structure related to reality. Even if there are any traces, it is possible to find them through the spirit. The power to perceive the corresponding environment in the real world.

Anchoring is also hidden in it.

At this moment, it was not just Lake who was affected and entered the dream world.

"Impossible, my mental perception ability has not been affected at all... I am an extreme wizard apprentice in the extreme state. Even if it is a formal wizard-level dream wizard, don't try to hide it from me."

The endless primitive plains, with tall grass and trees swaying in the wind, and the slight strong wind that could not be identified from where, blew McCree's cheeks, his hair was flying, and there was deep fear in his eyes.

Unimaginable and incomprehensible.

It is impossible for Master Shenmeng Wizard to make such a joke.

Throw it into the dream world without any real anchor.

And even if you want to test him alone, you still have to give some hints.

Nothing...nothing!

But who can throw him into the dream world under the dream defense of the great wizard Shenmeng.

For a moment, his thoughts were racing, and he fell into an unknown and mysterious fear.

What should he do next?

roar!

The roars of beasts spread from the depths of the plains. They seemed to be the roars of some kind of wolf creature. They were very long and echoed with each other.

There was a group of unknown wolf-like creatures living in the plains. They had locked onto him and were approaching quickly.

An unprecedented sense of crisis arose, and McCree's expression changed drastically. He just wanted to blow the particle energy, but found that he could not respond at all, and he could not perform any witchcraft related to the particle energy.

He immediately realized that in the dream world, the wizard could only rely on his spiritual power and his physical body.

Unless you are a wizard who specializes in the dream wizard path.

His expression was particularly gloomy. Facing the threat of native creatures in the dream world, thinking about why he appeared in the dream world was secondary.

Taking a deep breath, he took off his clothes, and then smeared the strange blue soil under his feet on his body.

An even more peculiar thing happened. The moment the blue soil left the ground, it turned directly into a flowing liquid-like paste, colorless and odorless.

He didn't pay attention to such a trivial matter. His naked and strong body was filled with traces of wounds from various swords, swords and halberds. At the same time, there were also traces of bites from the claws of some beastly creatures.

Wizards have various abilities and means to deal with these scars on the body.

He thinks this is a medal, and it also remembers the honor that comes from winning life-and-death battles.

Feeling that the dangerous aura was getting thicker, he licked the corners of his mouth, and his face, which was not very pretty at first, became sinister, making it look particularly ferocious.

In a trance, he went back to the time when he completed various dangerous wizard missions.

To be able to reach this point and become an extreme wizard apprentice in the extreme state, he has put in more efforts and experienced more dangers than ordinary wizard apprentices can imagine.

"I won't die here... I want to gather the true spirit, I want to become an official wizard, and stand at the top of the Pale Hand."

"I, McCree Avalon, will never die!"

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"Hey hey hey, this is no joke, such a big pale fortress has disappeared... and somehow came to this equally inexplicable place.

Asuna, don't you have anything to say? "

The deep woods are filled with the smell of decay, and the heat and humidity are unbearable. There is a layer of light forest leaves floating on the ground as well as floats produced by the self-replication of microbial fungi.

Two figures in blue wizard robes and red wizard robes each stood on top of a forest tree, looking around and paying attention to the movements on the swamp water below.

The male wizard with short fiery red hair had a carefree smile on his face. He seemed not to be too worried about the current situation. He was lifting the cuff of his red robe on his right hand and fanning away some of the rotten swamp stench that had evaporated due to the high humidity and high temperature.

The female wizard with long straight black hair had delicate features and fair skin, but her expression was as cold as ice in the twelfth lunar month. The other party's chatter made Asuna frown, and said impatiently: "You can be invisible to ghosts. Let us appear in the dream world, especially if we are still in the relatively core Pale Fortress. The dream defense of the Divine Dream Wizard must be extremely high-strength.

You don’t have to think about the reasons, you just need to know that the other party’s purpose is not to kill me, and that’s fine. "

Beings with such abilities don't need any effort to kill them.

They were ants, not even ants, just dust that disappeared with a breath.

Zetian winked and said, "Then what do you think the purpose of the people behind the scenes is and what do they want us to do."

Asuna glanced at him coldly, "No need to act pretentious here, you also know that if you can survive, there is a high probability that the person behind the scenes will not take action."

"What's the purpose? And what does it have to do with us? Do you have the ability to be remembered by the being behind the scenes?"

"Just let nature take its course."

Hearing this, Zetian scratched his head and suppressed the smile on his face, "Yeah, let nature take its course. At least we survived."

"I just don't know how the Pale Hand headquarters will react."

Asuna raised her eyebrows and said, "Don't worry, Master Shenmeng Wizard is here. Dreamland's methods cannot be hidden from him at all, and he will react soon.

All formal wizards, possessing true spirits, can react in time and find out who is behind the scenes. "

She suddenly fell silent.

This does not mean that the two of them can escape from the dream world.

Without an anchor, no corresponding reality, no weak point to connect to, they will just remain stuck here.

A feeling of powerlessness appeared in Asuna's heart.

If she had the power of a true spirit wizard, she wouldn't be so powerless and pin her hopes on others.

"Hey, Asuna, we have to survive in the dream world, right?"

Zetian's voice made Asuna stunned for a moment.

"Just talk nonsense..."

Asuna's pupils shrank, and before she finished speaking, her leg muscles exerted force, and she jumped from the position of the tree where she was originally standing to the branch of a tree ten meters away.

The sewage sludge was churning, and a huge thing suddenly jumped out. Its ferocious fangs were like a duck's long mouth, but it was a crocodile dragon tens of meters long.

Its thick scaly tail split several trees, and it let out a ferocious roar, its greedy eyes locked on Asuna'er and Zetian not far away.

"You did it on purpose!"

Asuna narrowed her eyes.

After discovering that they had entered the dream world, the two made a basic alliance treaty. In order to save their own mental power, they agreed that within a certain period of time, the other party would release their mental power to form a sensing area for monitoring.

If danger is discovered, you need to be reminded in advance to avoid it.

"I reminded you."

Zetian waved his innocent hands.

"Don't be anxious and angry. This place is not that simple. If we continue to quarrel with each other and have conflicts, I'm afraid it will be difficult to survive!"

As soon as Zetian finished speaking, the originally peaceful mud swamp began to churn. Crocodile dragons raised their heads and roared, their bony eyes staring straight at the two of them.

However, the surrounding area is densely covered with crocodile dragons.

The two have been surrounded.

What the two of them now face is how to survive such an extreme environment.

The great wizard of nightmare withdrew his gaze from this black and white bubble.

He sat cross-legged in the center of the virtual-real replacement witch formation. A huge black-and-white tree stood in the center of this world; colorful rays of light poured in from the void, continuously pouring into the ancient nightmare tree.

Looking carefully, in the gaps in the void, the corners of dreams are spinning spontaneously. The black fission path root tentacles of the ancient nightmare tree penetrate into it and combine with the virtual and real amplification generator at the center; the reality belonging to the pale hand continues. Constantly being reversed and replaced.

The entrances and exits of some important nodes in the dreamland belong to the wizards with a heart for war, and are ready to guard against the resistance attacks of the wizards of the pale hand.

There are many black and white foams like this one in front of Wang Ya, hanging densely on the ancient branches, like the plump fruits of trees.

According to the corners of different dreams that have taken root, they echo each other.

"Survival of the fittest, even the random dream world cannot survive, then disappear with the pale hand."

The Nightmare Grand Wizard has cold eyes. He is also compassionate, but he is also a middle-level wizard who needs pale hands to show his value.

The most important thing in war is to preserve resources, and wizards are also part of the resources.

The enemies he has to face will only be high-end combat power, the official wizards of the Pale Hand and the Star Wizards.

Of course, if the remaining wizards who were replaced wanted to disappear into history together with the Pale Hand after the war, he would not be lenient.

The heart of war will be reborn on the corpse of the pale hand, and the achievements will be stronger.

"Are you here? The response was pretty quick."

The Nightmare Grand Wizard's eyes were calm, and his robes were hanging down on the ground. Even in his perception, he could feel five extremely terrifying extraordinary fluctuations approaching, breaking through the layers of dream ripples, reaching directly to the second layer of dream space here.

He raised his head and glanced at the cross sword pierced into the ancient tree of Nightmare; dreamlike colorful ripples lingered on the sword, echoing with this space, and also gave the Great Wizard of Nightmare further control. permissions.

"It's coming soon, the integration progress has reached half, and the achievements will bloom, just around the corner."

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