Chapter 221: Void Saint

Fang Yuan felt as if he had fallen into a sweet dream.

For a dream master to break through the Ju Yuan, that is, the realm of the Void Saint, he needs to analyze the rules of the real world and consume a huge amount of Meng Yuan power.

For the understanding of the world's rules, he has been accumulating in the past three years, and he has the experience of Yang Fan's world, which can be regarded as a finishing touch.

But the consumption of supporting the breakthrough is really not enough, even if he has a spiritual land, it's the same!

It's just that now, an inexhaustible force gushes out from his limbs and bones, prompting him to attack the big bottleneck!

'Originally... I just wanted to understand the world rules of the fantasy world...but what's going on with this feeling that time and time work in the same way? '

Seeing the changes in the ancestral orifice between the eyebrows, within the Niwan Palace, traces of dream energy gathered, as if it were real, endlessly, charging towards the bottleneck of the Holy Void, Fang Yuan's spiritual sense was a little sluggish.

Of course, he would not let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and immediately put all his energy into it, and did not miss this opportunity of the combination of timing, location, and people!

In the state of epiphany, Fang Yuan seemed to see a gigantic giant gate stretching across the heaven and earth, towering like a mountain.

That is his Void Sage level, compared to Wu Zong's pulse opening, the difficulty is simply unreasonable.

At this time, the billowing Mengyuan force was like a stormy sea, engulfed in a torrent, and hit the giant gate at once.

Crash!

Surging waves hit the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow!

The giant gate was shaken, but it still stood firm.

But it doesn't matter, Fang Yuanmeng's Yuanli quickly condensed and charged again.

Crash! Crash!

Under the continuous slaps and water drops piercing through the stone, even if it is a giant door that is as magnificent as a miracle, there are still traces of cracks on it. Gathering more and more, it seems that it 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!

...

Light!

Endless white light!

The moment the door shattered, a galaxy-like light suddenly poured into the ancestral aperture between Fang Yuan's brows, and into the sea of ​​Niwan Consciousness.

Crash!

The chaos was pushed away, and a space between illusion and reality, closely related to his sea of ​​consciousness, was suddenly opened up.

Whoosh!

The light keeps shining, consuming... pushing the space to expand, and finally formed a small world with a radius of about ten feet and a height of no more than eight feet.

"This is... my own dream! A dream of reality!"

In the center of the space, a small man the size of a doll suddenly appeared, his face was similar to Fang Yuan, it was his true self.

"My dream! The real dream of the dream master is between illusion and reality. It is the base camp of the void saint! The location of the lair...is very important, and it is also a fortress against other dream masters!"

Because of the inheritance of Layman Juexin, Fang Yuan is not ignorant of this real dream.

"This dream seems real but not real, illusory but not illusory, and it is the basis of all concretization..."

"In my dreams, I am omnipotent!"

Fang Yuan looked at his feet, there was only a piece of yellow sand, and there was a haze in the sky, he couldn't help shaking his head.

It is already very good to have this foundation in the beginning of the dream.

"It's just the power that helped me break through, what exactly is it?"

With a trace of doubt on Fang Yuan's face, he suddenly waved his hand, and a mighty voice resounded in this space: "I am the master of dreams, the king of this world!!!"

Amidst the majestic voice, the ability to build dreams was activated, and a ray of light suddenly emerged, turning into a talisman with red lights flashing on it, as if there were nine fire dragons competing for a dragon ball.

...

Sanjie Mountain.

The top of a mountain.

Fang Yuan, who was originally closing his eyes and meditating, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Realize!"

He exhausted his dream energy and connected with his real dream, a fiery red talisman suddenly appeared in front of him, on which the fire dragon roared, rippling with power wantonly. Lord Liu Yan the slightest.

A dream produces a thousand tricks! Dreamer!

"This is... the power of manifestation?"

Fang Yuan looked at the talisman in front of him, and pondered for a while: "I just watched Liu Yan cast a spell once, and he was able to cast it. What was consumed was nothing more than his own dream energy..."

The realization of spells is pure energy, while the realization of other items is matter, and there is a difference between difficulty and difficulty.

Therefore, after Xu Sheng, dreamers who focus on performing spiritual arts occupy an important position, and the number of them is faintly the first among many schools of dreamers.

"Then... what about Dream Soldier?"

Fang Yuan thought.

In the real dream, a large amount of dream energy surged, converging into a gleaming black dagger.

real world.

With a flash of light, a long piece of iron fell into Fang Yuan's palm.

This iron bar is not slippery, and its hardness is also average, but the original shape of the dagger can barely be seen.

"It's really an entity!"

He first exclaimed, and then frowned: "The consumption is too great. It's just such a piece of common iron, which consumes more dream power than the previous spiritual art... and there is this difference. Is it because you are not proficient enough now? I am afraid that there is still a long way to go..."

"The Way of the Void Saint, I haven't decided which one to take, but the premise for sure is that this dream power is very important! It must be cherished at all times, and accurately calculated and used!"

Originally, Fang Yuan's dream energy could only be used to cast Misty Fog and Misty Step, which was quite a surplus.

But now, he suddenly discovered that he seemed to be about to face a huge gap.

Xusheng's realization is quite powerful, but if he wants to realize it, his dream energy will be consumed, not to mention, those natural materials and earth treasures, etc., are completely worth the candle at his current level, not to mention It is impossible to reach the realm, even if it is reached, the final income may not be worth the loss compared with the expenditure.

Only when you have really reached the high level of Xusheng, you may be able to consider this aspect.

Thinking of this, Fang Yuan looked at his attribute bar:

"Name: Fang Yuan

Essence: 36

Gas: 30

God: 20

Occupation: Dreamer

Cultivation: Xu Sheng (???), Wu Zong (three veins)

Skills: Giant Eagle Iron Body Skill [four layers (1%)], Fascination, Lost Steps, Alchemy Body with Hundred Poisons [one refinement]

Specialties: Medical Skills [Level 3], Planting Techniques [Level 5]"

"Virtual saint—you are not only the master of dreams, but also an illusory saint! Mind interferes with matter, consciousness affects reality, you are the real illusory saint, with the power to interfere with reality!"

"Shenyuan breaks through, will it double suddenly?"

Fang Yuan touched the center of his eyebrows.

Originally, when the divine essence increased by one or two, he felt the pain between his brows swelled and pierced like a knife.

But at this time, the divine essence had multiplied exponentially, but all of them were accommodated by the real dream, without even a single splash.

"However... the divine essence data is still not closely related to the consumption of Mengyuan power... It would be great 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 Shenyuan, there was an extra blue bar!

correct!

It is a horizontal bar with the same proficiency as his skill, which accurately marks the scale.

The above is not full, but about one-twelfth of it has been consumed, which is the consumption of dream energy for the previous two manifestations.

"Well... If it is said that the cost of casting the Misty Fog is 1%, then the dream spell manifesting is 5%, maybe a little more..."

Fang Yuan looked at his own blue slot and blue bar, and said in an affirmative tone.

Although he knew for a long time that the appearance of this attribute table was based on his intention and experience, but the upgrade and patch this time was really sudden, which somewhat exceeded his expectations.

"Xusheng is a big project, and the road to realization is still a long way to go..."

Fang Yuan clenched his fists, brows filled with confidence.

Even Yang Fan and his master have only cultivated Xu Sheng to a very high level.

Even so, he can be regarded as a figure in Daqian.

Dream Master Xu Sheng!

If Fang Yuan had such a cultivation level in Yang Fan's dream, he would not be able to be dismissed by a mere Captain Ying Yang.

"Whoa whoa!"

At this time, accompanied by a roar, a huge black shadow, with its claws attached to the rock wall, quickly climbed up, it was the Spirit Monkey King.

At this moment, the shadow on it's body was boiling and steaming, as if it was burning, its blood-red eyes were full of viciousness, and it looked at Fang Yuan with some hesitation.

"Why do you hesitate?"

Fang Yuan's expression froze: "Do you feel the difference in me?"

He smiled slightly, and suddenly breathed out.

Ho ho!

The red talisman that had been floating around him exploded, and nine bucket-thick fire dragons emerged, baring their teeth and claws, roaring ferociously, and rushed towards the Monkey King.

raging!

These nine fire dragons breathed out flames, forming a sea of ​​flames in an instant, and there seemed to be a flaming pill in the midst of it, and its roots were like arrows, stabbing straight.

"Squeak!"

The spirit monkey king was burned all over his body, screaming again and again, and the shadow on his body rose more and more.

After all, it was time for the fantasy world to leave, and the power it carried was gradually losing.

"What a beast!"

Fang Yuan nodded, another blue talisman was outlined in the real dream.

"Wind of the Nine Heavens, listen to my orders, hurry up!"

Hoo hoo!

In an instant, nine cyan dragon phantoms appeared beside Fang Yuan, and turned into nine tornadoes, roaring past.

The fire borrows the wind!

At this time, wind and fire are born together, and the power exerted is more than several times higher than before?

The flames on the Monkey King's body suddenly became fierce, causing it to let out a piercing roar.

Ho ho!

In the wind and fire, the original red dragon and green dragon were entangled, and when they condensed, their power soared, and the entire mountain was ignited in an instant.

...

After an unknown amount of time, Fang Yuan came to a scorched ground.

There, traces of shadowy air evaporated, gathered again, and fell into his palm.

His face was dull, watching the shadow directly penetrate into the palm of his hand, in the real dream, the dream energy that was originally consumed was suddenly replenished: "Sure enough, did I rely on the help of this shadow to break through the Void Saint?"

Fang Yuan sighed quietly, his eyes were deep.