Fang Yuan felt as if he had fallen into a sweet dream.
If a dream master wants to break through Juyuan, which is the realm of virtual saint, he needs to analyze the rules of the real world and consume a huge amount of dream power.
He has been continuously accumulating his understanding of the rules of the world in the past three years, and with the experience of Yang Fan's world, he has finally reached the final goal.
But the consumption of supporting the breakthrough is really too much, even if he owns a spiritual land, the same is true!
But now, an endless stream of power is pouring out from his limbs, urging him to attack the big bottleneck!
"Originally... I just wanted to understand the world rules of the dream world... But what is this feeling that everything is going the same way?"
Seeing the strange changes in the Ancestral Aperture between the eyebrows, traces of Meng Yuan Power gathered in the Niwan Palace, like real substance, in an endless stream, charging towards the Void Saint bottleneck, Fang Yuan's spiritual thoughts were a little sluggish.
Of course he would not let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He immediately devoted himself to it and did not miss the opportunity of the three talents of the right time, the right place, and the right people!
In the state of enlightenment, Fang Yuan seemed to see a huge gate that stretched across the sky and the earth, towering like a mountain.
That is his Void Saint level. Compared with Wuzong Kaimai, the difficulty is simply unreasonable.
At this time, the billowing Meng Yuan Power was like a stormy wave, carrying a torrent and impacting on the giant door.
Wow!
The stormy waves hit the shore and rolled up thousands of piles of snow!
The giant door shook, but it still stood firm.
But it didn't matter, Fang Yuanmeng quickly gathered his energy and launched another charge.
Wow! Wow!
Under the continuous slapping and water droplets piercing the stone, even the majestic and miraculous door could not help but have cracks on it. Behind the broken gaps, a trace of brilliance overflowed, a mysterious and bright light. The more they gather, the more they gather, as if they will roar out in the next moment.
That is the supreme power that can cross the boundary between illusion and reality and interfere with spiritual matter!
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Light!
Endless white light!
The moment the door shattered, a galaxy-like light suddenly poured into the ancestral aperture between Fang Yuan's eyebrows and the Niwan Sea of Consciousness.
Wow!
Chaos was pushed away, and a space between illusion and reality, closely related to his sea of consciousness, was suddenly opened up.
Phew!
The light kept shining, consuming... pushing the space to expand, and finally formed a small world about ten feet in diameter and no more than eight feet high.
"This is... my own dream! A real dream!"
In the center of the space, a doll-sized man suddenly appeared. His face was similar to Fang Yuan's, and he was his true self.
"My dream! The dream master's real dream is between illusion and reality. It is the base camp of the Void Saint! The place where the lair is... is very important, and it is also the fortress against other dream masters!"
Because of the inheritance of Juexin layman, Fang Yuan was not ignorant about this real dream.
"This dream seems real but not real, seems illusory but not illusory, and it is the basis of all concretization..."
"In my dream, I am omnipotent!"
Fang Yuan looked at his feet, seeing only a patch of yellow sand and a hazy sky, and couldn't help but shake his head.
The dreamland is just being built. It is already very good to have this foundation at the beginning.
"It's just that force that helped me break through. What is it?"
Fang Yuan had a trace of doubt on his face, and suddenly waved his hand, and a mighty voice resounded in the space: "I am the Lord of Dreams, the King of this World!!!"
In the midst of the majestic sound, the dream-building ability was activated, and a ray of light suddenly appeared, turning into a talisman. The red light flashed on it, as if there were nine fire dragons, fighting for a dragon ball.
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Three Realms Mountain.
The top of a mountain.
Fang Yuan, who was closing his eyes in deep thought, suddenly opened his eyes.
"Reveal!"
He consumed his dream energy and connected with his real dream. A fiery red talisman suddenly appeared in front of him. The fire dragon roared on it, and its power was rippling wantonly. The spiritual skills were so exquisite and mellow that they were not inferior to the original Youshan Mansion. Lord Liu Yan has nothing to do with it.
One dream gives birth to all things! Dreamer!
"This is... the power of manifestation?"
Fang Yuan looked at the talisman in front of him and said silently: "I just watched Liu Yan perform the spell once, and he was able to cast it. It only cost him his own Meng Yuan Power..."
The magic technique that manifests is pure energy, while the magic that manifests other items is material. There is a difference in difficulty.
Therefore, after Xu Sheng, dream magicians who focus on performing spiritual arts occupy an important position, and their number is faintly the first among many schools of dream magicians.
"Then... where is the Dream Soldier?"
Fang Yuan had a thought.
In the real dream, a large amount of dream energy surged, converging into the shape of a shining black dagger.
real world.
There was a flash of light, and a long piece of iron fell into Fang Yuan's hand.
The iron bar was dark and average-hard, and the shape of the original dagger could barely be seen.
"Really solid!"
He exclaimed at first, then frowned: "The consumption is too great. Just such a piece of mortal iron consumes more dream energy than the previous spiritual technique... And there is this difference. It seems that it is a matter of reality. Is it because I’m not proficient enough? I’m afraid there’s still a long way to go to create a magical weapon in a dream... "
"I haven't decided which way to take the path of the Void Saint, but the premise is that this dream energy is very important! It must be cherished at all times and used with accurate calculation!"
Originally, Fang Yuan's Meng Yuan Power could only be used to perform Confused Mist and Confused Tracking Steps, which was quite a surplus.
But now, he suddenly found that he seemed to be facing a huge gap.
The embodiment of the Xu Sheng is quite powerful, but to achieve it, one's own dream energy will be consumed. Not to mention, those heavenly materials and earthly treasures, etc., are completely worth the loss at his current level, not to mention that the gain is not worth the loss. It's impossible until the realm is reached. Even if it is reached, the final income may not be worth the loss compared to the expenditure.
Only those who have truly reached the high level of Xusheng may be able to consider this matter.
Thinking of this, Fang Yuan looked at his attribute column:
"Name: Fang Yuan
Essence: 36
Chi: 30
God: 20
Occupation: Dreamer
Cultivation: Xusheng (???), Wuzong (three lines)
Skills: Giant Eagle Iron Body Skill [Fourth Level (1%)], Ecstasy, Lost Tracking Step, Hundred Poison Alchemy Body [First Refinement]
Specialties: Medical Skills [Level 3], Implantation Skills [Level 5]"
"Void Saint—you are not only the master of dreams, but also the saint of illusion! The spirit interferes with matter, and consciousness affects reality. You are the real saint in illusion, with the power to interfere with reality!"
"Will the divine energy be doubled instantly if it breaks through?"
Fang Yuan touched his eyebrows.
Originally, when his divine energy increased by one or two, he felt like his eyebrows were swollen and cracked, and the pain was like a knife.
But at this time, the divine energy suddenly doubled, but it was all contained in the real dream, without even a small splash.
"However... this divine energy data is still not closely related to the consumption of dream energy... It would be nice if there were more intuitive data!"
An idea came to Fang Yuan's mind.
Immediately, he was stunned to see that the attribute table was blurred for a while, and behind the column of divine essence, there was suddenly a blue bar!
correct!
It was a horizontal bar similar to his skill proficiency, accurately marking the scale.
It is not full, but consumes about one-tenth or two-tenths. This is the Meng Yuan Power consumed in the previous two manifestations.
"Hmm... If the cost of casting the ecstasy fog is one percent, then the cost of manifesting a dream spell is five percent, maybe a little more..."
Fang Yuan looked at his blue slots and bars and spoke in a positive tone.
Although he had long known that the appearance of this attribute table was based on his wishes and experience, the upgrade and patching this time was really sudden and somewhat beyond his expectation.
"Void Sage is a big project, and the road to realization is still long and arduous..."
Fang Yuan clenched his fists, his brows filled with confidence.
Even Yang Fan and his master had only cultivated Xusheng to an extremely high level.
Even so, he can be regarded as a figure in Daqian.
Dream Master Xusheng!
If Fang Yuan had such a level of cultivation in Yang Fan's dream, he wouldn't have been able to be dismissed by a mere Captain Ying Yang.
"Whoa whoa!"
At this time, accompanied by a roar, a huge black shadow attached its claws to the rock wall and climbed up quickly. It was the Monkey King.
At this time, the shadows on its body were boiling and steaming, as if it was burning. Its blood-red eyes were full of murderous intent, and it looked at Fang Yuan with a little hesitation.
"Why the hesitation?"
Fang Yuan's expression condensed: "Do you feel the difference in me?"
He smiled slightly and blew a breath suddenly.
Hoho!
The red talisman that had been floating around him exploded, and nine fire dragons as thick as buckets emerged. They bared their teeth and claws, roared ferociously, and rushed towards the Monkey King.
raging!
These nine fire dragons spit out fierce flames and instantly formed a sea of fire. There seemed to be a fire elixir shining in the middle, and its roots were like arrows, flying straight.
"Squeak!"
The Spirit Monkey King was burned all over his body, screaming in agony, and the shadows on his body rose more and more.
After all, it was now time to leave the Dream World, and the power it carried was gradually losing.
"What a good beast!"
Fang Yuan nodded, and in the real dream, another cyan talisman was outlined.
"Wind of the Nine Heavens, listen to my command, hurry up!"
Whoops!
In an instant, nine cyan dragon phantoms appeared around Fang Yuan, and turned into nine tornadoes, roaring past.
Fire borrows the wind!
At this time, the power exerted by wind and fire has increased several times compared to before.
The flames on the Monkey King suddenly became fierce, causing it to roar harshly.
Hoho!
In the wind and fire, the original red dragon and green dragon were entangled, and their power surged, instantly igniting the entire mountain peak.
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I don't know how long it took, but Fang Yuan came to a scorched land.
There, traces of shadow energy steamed, gathered together, and fell into his palm.
His face was dull, and he watched the shadow directly penetrate into the palm of his hand. In the real dream, the originally consumed dream energy was replenished a little: "Sure enough, I can break through the Void Saint, and I also rely on the help of this shadow?"
Fang Yuan sighed quietly, his eyes darkened.