Magic Tower Starry Sky

In the empty solidified dreamland, a one-storey circular building floated alone in the void. It is precisely because of the existence of the building that this void is divided into upper and lower, as well as the plane that should exist on the ground surface. In addition, there are dots of light scattered in all directions, up, down, left, and right, making it feel like you are under the starry sky.

A monster shaped like a horse, its body seems to be flowing with magma, reddish-brown staggered. It stepped on the flames and rushed into this dream. On his back, there is also a coquettish woman sitting sideways. There is not much cloth on her body to cover her plump and beautiful figure. It has a pair of bat-like wings on its back and a pair of horns on its head.

This is a nightmare beast and a nightmare, a demonic creature that can transcend the boundaries of the abyss and the lost land, and walk in one dream after another. Now they broke in here by accident. They don't have much feeling for the dream scene. What really surprised them was that everything in this place was full of power, or in other words, it was built by power. For them, this is a delicious feast.

But they are in no rush to enjoy it all. There is no one here, that is to say, there is no dream master, so it is not like ordinary dreams where strange stories are staged. And those who can produce solidified dreams, apart from coincidence and talent, are the magicians who have mastered the mysterious power.

And the scene in front of him doesn't have the kind of background object that only contains a little bit of power and can be permanently preserved in the dream. As far as the eye can see, apart from the starry sky-like background, there is only the one-story, round building built by the refined power, and it is still built with the specifications of a magic tower.

In the real eyes of the two dream demons, the circular building was covered with dense lines and runes, and mana and power flowed from it, exuding mysterious power that they could not recognize.

It is not that there are no dreams created by the magicians who lost the land, but they are very rare. And every encounter is both an opportunity and a crisis. Purified power is undoubtedly the greatest reward, but the question is how many traps are hidden here? What kind of ability do you have?

A person who only knows how to build dreams, but doesn't know how to protect himself, is the best that is rare in a hundred years. If you do encounter it, with a little trick, you can turn this superb magician into a cow, providing a steady stream of nutritious milk. If there are some tricky traps, it is not unacceptable to seize the power of this place at once.

But the premise of all this is to observe this dream first to see what is tricky in it.

The Nightmare Beast carried the Nightmare around the only building, and what they saw amazed the two Demons. Densely covered on the brick body of the building, every pattern and every rune, although independent, seems to be part of the whole. Although some incomprehensible rules are implied, it does not prevent them from feeling the beauty in it.

But after going around in a circle, I didn't see any doors or windows on this building, which meant that there was something more worthy of protection inside. Although the layout here is special, it is not beyond the general thinking of human beings. In fact, it is precisely for this reason that most human beings cannot win against this group of demons who feed on dreams and walk in dreams.

Outside the building, how threatening can the incomprehensible magic lines be? This seemed to be the only place in this dream that made the Nightmare Beast and Nightmare worry.

The nightmare riding on its back caressed the neck of the nightmare beast, and said softly, "Should we try to attack and look at the defense arrangement here? Or find other nightmares and mess up the magic arranged here?" Clear, attack again?"

With a snort, the Nightmare Beast turned its head, looked at the Nightmare on its back and said, "Let's do a search first, and get to the bottom of it. Wouldn't it be a pity to call other people to share a piece of the pie right away?"

"So, where to start?"

"They all look the same, you can pick any place you want."

"Then let's go five steps ahead. There is a place where the magic pattern is relatively sparse, which may be a weakness."

Hearing this, the Nightmare Beast stomped forward a few steps, facing the weak spot that the Nightmare Demon had mentioned. After pawing a few times with its front hooves, it neighed, and then spit out a multi-colored breath from its mouth. It looks like a dreamlike beauty, but it implies a power unimaginable by others.

At the moment when the multicolored breath touched the wall, a light cyan aura of power emerged from the wall along the depicted passage and magic circle, countering the incomparably powerful nightmare breath in the dream. The brick wall that was supposed to melt away was just weakly resisting right now.

The shape that was barely maintained, although there was a thin layer of aura that blocked the multi-colored breath, it looked crumbling. It's no surprise when it disappears completely.

The Dream Demon hugged the horse's neck excitedly, and the Nightmare Beast sprayed harder. It's just that in places where the monsters didn't notice, the scattered light spots disguised as starry sky are flickering on and off with a special frequency. Moreover, the spiritual light that should have only appeared in the place that resisted the breath, now spread to the entire building.

The first breath was interrupted, and the Nightmare Beast was still admiring the tenacity of the building. Instigated by the succubus, it took a deep breath, sorted out the energy in its belly, and prepared to strike again. But at the moment before spitting it out, the starry sky suddenly flashed, and countless white light beams passed through the monster, and then disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

Regarding the magic depicted on the first floor, Lin once said that there is only light spell, this sentence is right and wrong. Because the first floor has been completely sealed, there is no stair passage, nor any doors and windows, so there is no way to know the internal situation. In fact, at the beginning of the operation, there was still a magic circle inside, and that was the beam channel trap set on the first floor of the Tower of the Great Sage in reality.

But the magic circle depicted at that time was not complete, only the walls and the floor. The part of the ceiling was capped, so I didn't have time to work. Furthermore, the magic circle must have an emission point and a receiving point in order to complete a laser beam that can be used for cutting, and it is set in a closed floor, so Lin took it for granted that it was an invalid setting.

but it is not the truth. Combined with the star map deployed by the light technique, the magic circle carved inside the floor still produced a different effect. Just this effect, without a programmed trigger mechanism. The death of the nightmare beast and the succubus is more like the self-protection mechanism of this dream world, prompting this semi-finished magic tower to launch a counterattack.

Looking at the two demons covered in holes lying on the ground, they kept oozing out a strange and foul-smelling liquid. This should be the blood of the demons, but it's not red. From the void, a fat man and a short figure walked out, until they came to the two corpses.

"What are you thinking?" the fat man asked.

"How did the horse **** get in there?" The short man answered seriously.

He also looked at the broken body seriously, but it should have been a tender and tender body, and the horse-like appearance of the nightmare beast. After thinking about it for a while, the fat one choked out a sentence and said, "...was I so dirty when I was in middle school?"

"Do you really think that you, who were born in middle school, are some kind of good bird?"

"I'm still right, there's no way to refute it." The fat one showed helplessness, sighed, and said, "Then how do we deal with the aftermath? Considering the current situation."

Not to mention anything else, the short man dismembered the two dead demons in front of him according to the habit during the previous war, and then used the shaping technique to turn them into bricks one by one. The short one moved his hands, and the fat one also moved his hands neatly.

And the number of bricks formed by the last monster is much more than the number of bricks formed after their own death, but it is not like a complete soul after being killed in the dream world. The amount that should be left.

"What is this for?" The fat one started thinking about possible answers. The short one said directly: "If it's not that the blood after death is lost with power; it means that they are not ushering in real death, but are resurrected with full blood in a certain place like us before. "

"Well, indeed." Although the fat one agreed, there are two possibilities, and no one has set the tone on any one, so that paragraph is nonsense. However, he didn't continue to dwell on it, but said: "That has turned them into bricks, what should we do next?"

"How about continuing to build it according to the original idea of ​​the original ~www.wuxiamtl.com~?"

The fat one seemed to be tempting people, saying: "I didn't think about helping the original version, change the design of the second floor?"

"Change? How to change? The original version still regards the two of us as his own imagination. I'm not interested in working for nothing and wasting energy."

"Well, that's really good." The fat one said further seductively: "I didn't consider replacing the original version? Then you can do whatever you want."

"Hmph, I'm not interested in taking over someone else's messed up life."

"Hey, what a mess. She has **** and two flat little lolitas. You are a little virgin, won't you be envious?"

"Don't keep talking about me, you don't have such an idea?" The short man pushed his glasses and looked at the fat man in front of him. It's just that no matter how sharp the eyes are, meeting that smirking face, it's all a wink.

After thinking about it, the short man thought about the key inside, snorted, and said with a sneer: "That's right. Even if you tell a fat man how beautiful the outside world is and how bright the sun is, it's no different from playing the piano to a cow."

"No, no, please don't think so, middle school two. It's not that I'm afraid of the outside world, I'm just too lazy to go out. No matter how beautiful the world is, it has nothing to do with me; no matter how bright the sun is, it's dazzling. I would rather spend my limited life , put it on the things I cherish, instead of wasting it on the false communication between people."

"Excuses, everything is an excuse. It makes me sick to think that when I grow up, I'll be like you."

After a few laughs, the fat one said: "When you learn it, the world will continue to run the same without you or me. Instead of the world revolving around me, I really want to see that expression, what is it?" What does it look like.