A New Age of Magic

Solved the problem of trial cost, and ended the time bomb Shelton. Now the only trouble left is the last one. Falls's mood is unprecedentedly comfortable!

When Shu Shuang arrived at night to meditate, the five senses actually produced the illusion of falling into the mist.

The mage does not need to sleep. The mage's sleep is meditation. In a half-dream half-awakening illusion, he constantly compresses his spiritual power, making it more sensitive and more agile.

Feeling excited, Fowles almost got out of the illusion

In other universes, his state is called indulgence, detached from the flesh, a state of pure spiritual existence, a high-level state of meditation.

For Fowles, this state is not difficult to achieve. It is straightforward to cut off the five senses. However, before the mind was too heavy, first the reincarnation, parasitized on a weak body that may hang at any time, and then It was only at this moment when he was constantly running, calculating, and planning that all matters were resolved that he realized this hidden instinct.

The mist in the illusion, faint, is like a mountain among the peaks, and it can be blown away by a gust of wind

Fowles knew that this was a manifestation of apprentice-level magic. When initially only mastering the zero-level tricks, the magic was almost invisible, and the concentration of apprentices peaked.

He stretched out his hand, and the mist passed directly through the palm of his hand, without the half-silk love stack;

He attached his thoughts to the palm of his hand, and the mist began to linger in the palm of his hand, and changed with the play of the palm.

He spread his thoughts by clinging to the palm of his hand, and a pair of invisible raised hands outside the palm swelled, then buckled up and closed: "Super Magic? Strengthen!"

The large mist was squeezed in a narrow space, turning into the thick and viscous qualities of milk, but as Foles' hand was released, the mist quickly spread out without any slight condensation.

Fowles smiled, although the appearance of the mist did not change. After the moment of compression, he was closer to his own spirit. Although the change was subtle, he could not escape his induction.

After deliberately and unintentionally doing a few palm compressions, Fowles suddenly spread his thoughts with all his strength. Quickly, he couldn't explode with the common sense of thought, and the whole sea of ​​knowledge froze in an instant.

Then, under the influence of this huge idea, the sea of ​​turbulence and turbulence, the endless fog continues to converge toward the center, the total amount of fog is constant, the range of diffusion is reduced, and the concentration is naturally increased.

This is a huge and incredible project. Every squeeze in the sea of ​​knowledge affects the entire spirit of Fowles. If it is not Fowles, any other mage will come over because of this crazy way of tempering. Direct collapse.

Only Fowles can easily and steadily control every thought and carry out this terrifying practice!

The mist in the sea of ​​knowledge is the incarnation of magic. With continuous condensing and extraction, the mist will become more and more dense and more and more condensed. When it begins to condense into droplets, it is the seven caster levels that converge into crystals. It is said to have stepped into the level of the Magister.

This kind of magic talent seems to be closely related to the soul. The body of Fowles is still the original body, but the magical incarnation in the sea, I do n’t know it is hundreds or thousands of times before!

The scope of not only the incarnation of the magic can be seen, but the more direct evidence is that after the experiment by Fowles, the magic was released hundreds of times in a row, and the magic still did not bottom out.

The rich children who are obsessed with magic have also entered this realm more than once, but the poor magical incarnation, if it is refined and condensed, I am afraid that even one magic will not be released.

It may be the relationship between the talents and the ingenuity, or it may be that the earth-shattering explosion of the space traversal experiment changed the spirit of Fowles to this trait.

The standard eight-hour meditation, for Fowles, seems to have gone through thousands of years, and it seems that it only blinked for a moment, and then his spirit was separated from the sea, and the meditation was over.

The magical incarnation is indeed richer, because of the large number, it is not a matter of two days to want to condense to a certain extent and there will be qualitative changes.

And no one except for Falls is tempered in this way. Others are usually engraved with magic circles in the sea of ​​knowledge under the guidance of their instructors.

The magic circle will run on its own at the time of entry, continuously condensing magic power, tempering and strengthening, but then the magic power will inevitably be gradually assimilated by the magic circle, with its own unique characteristics, or engraved with a certain operation method. Traces, that is not what Falls wishes.

Pavel, September 21, 7993, the sun was shining brightly.

The season is early autumn, and after a few days of cold and dry northwest wind, the weather has returned to its most pleasant state.

When the sun on the eastern sea gradually climbed over the courtyard fence and the moss and vines on the fence wall, and shot into the villa courtyard, the main window on the second floor of the villa felt a "squeak" opened.

The **** Fells came out refreshingly, feeling the tender sunshine in the morning, breathing a moist breath with a slight sea smell in his mouth. His mood was like the air diffused in Portland Island at this moment.

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Looking down from the window on the second floor, in the courtyard, a muscular man with a master's rank cleaned the garden, watered the flowers, pruned the bushes, scrubbed the surface of the fountain, stone table, stone bench, and taught nine orphans to read and read. All the work that old man Shelton should have done.

At the moment, the old man deity was sitting in the study. On the wall of the study, all the scrolls that Fowles could or could not draw. The scrolls bought from Ellafa were like ornaments, and they filled the wall of the study.

The graffiti on the old man's face, holding his head, bloodshot eyes, unshaven hair, mad hair, and infiltrating the image. Fowles didn't care, but just sent the meal on time. Legend has it that this old guy thought this way.

The old man rarely pays attention to the muscular men in the yard. He is immersed in the world of magic spells. Only when he goes out to breathe and relax his spirit, he will mechanically answer the muscular men's advice.

Muscular men don't think they are impatient, no one is impatient, and no one is planning to kidnap and imprison the old man, let him teach him the secrets of fighting skills privately, although after this time they all already know that the old man himself is unrestrained force.

It may be the tradition of this world. Legend has it that the prophet Aristotle eight thousand years ago did not possess the talent for magic, but he defined the field of fire, water and wind for magic, interpreted the basic characteristics of the elements, and established A complete magic system

All the magicians in Pavel's mainland respect him as a prophet, the wizard's leader, and even the first emperor Alexander followed him.

Although the old man is incapable of himself, but the strong aura of the hermit, the wise sage, who came across from another universe, really did not dare to slow down the suit of a muscled male shock.

This traditional thing is sometimes a good thing. Looking at the honest muscular men in the courtyard, Falls sighed!

The door opened with a squeak, and the aroma of the food drifted into the room along with Sveti's youthful vitality.

Sip two thick porridges with the right temperature. Fowles looked at Siweidi with his head turned. The little maid's skin was dark and moist, just like the flowers under the morning sun, fresh and delicate.

The wet blond hair was more charming, and it seemed that it didn't take long for the two-hour morning bath prescribed by Falls to finish.

Looking at the joyful look that could not be concealed in the eyes of the little maid, Fowles felt a little unhappy, and the reason for this was known without thinking: "Sweety, I'll go to the beach with the young master for a while."

The little maid froze for a moment, but did not reveal the fall expected by Fowles.

After eating breakfast, packing things, and leaving the courtyard, Falls finally understood why the little maid's reaction was unexpected.

Behind the two of them pacing towards the beach, they followed another figure, the little maid's current boyfriend Wood.

Fowles couldn't help crying. He took the little maid out alone, because the little maid appeared when something happened recently, but disappeared when nothing happened, and often went to Wood quietly.

Unexpectedly, the act of ruining the two of them was in disguise.

"Master Thank you, thank you so much for giving Severity such a good job, and adopting the orphans in the big house!" Fowles was angry, but in the face of such sincere and sincere thanks from Wood, how did he come out.

Sveti and Wood were behind them, and they did not do anything else that offended Fowles. They did n’t kiss me, but they walked in a weird posture, and walked in two steps, as if twisting Yangge. .

It seems to be a training method of fighting skills.

After seeing this scene, Fowles realized that his little maid who was not showing the mountains and the water was not just a big fight!

However, this little woman and Wood have not received formal training. Where did they learn this fighting technique from?

Fowles was puzzled, and was about to knock on the side. Under the street, there was a loud noise.

Yes, it was under the street. Unconsciously, the three of them had come to the edge of the cliff near the coast, looking out from the cliff. Near the low and flat coast, there were fishing boats side by side; the distance was sparkling. The sea, shuttle-like seabirds, the scenery is very pleasant.

It's just the sad cry that echoed from the seaside, the blood color splashing and splashing with the water, adding a bit of cruel blood to this picture!

"It's a fist!" Wood and Sveti shouted at each other.

The big fish between two and three meters was struggling in the fishing net. Its mouth was dripping with blood, but not its blood, but from two unfortunate fishermen, one half of which was in the mouth of the big fish. The next one is to be lucky, only the thigh is torn off, lying weakly next to the mouth of the big fish.

There were many ragged fishermen around the big fish, but these fishermen held tattered harpoon sticks in their hands, and few dared to step forward.

"Ah, these people, in the end, fish skin is important, life is important!" Wood stomped angrily, let Fowles understand the nature of the matter.