Chapter 26

It solved the problem of trial cost, and ended Sheldon's time bomb. Now his troubles There was only the last one left, and Fowles was in a better mood than ever!

It's comfortable When meditating at night, the five senses actually gave birth to the illusion of falling into the fog.

The mage does not need to sleep. The mage's sleep is a process of meditation, in which he constantly compresses his mental power in a kind of half dream and half awake fantasy, making him more sensitive and flexible.

With a burst of excitement, Fowles almost broke away from the illusion

In another universe, his state is called the state of being absorbed, separated from the body, completely existing in spirit, the high level state of meditation.

For Fowles, this state is not difficult to achieve. To cut off the five senses is to cut off the five senses. However, before that, his mind was too heavy. First, he carried on the body and became reincarnated, parasitized on a weak body that might die at any time. Then, he realized the hidden instinct after many times of running, calculation and planning, so that all kinds of affairs were solved.

The fog in the dreamland is misty and light, just like the mountain haze among the mountains. It is unstable and can be blown away by a gust of wind

Fowles knew that this was the manifestation of apprenticeship magic. When he first mastered level zero magic, the magic was so weak that it could hardly be seen. It was only at the peak of apprenticeship that this concentration existed.

He held out his hand, and the mist passed directly through the palm of his hand, without half a trace of love.

he attached his mind to his palm, and the mist began to linger in the palm, and changed with the fingering of the palm.

He tried to spread his mind according to the palm of his hand. Outside the palm, a pair of invisible hands were raised to inflate, then he buckled and closed: "super demon? Strengthen

The fog was squeezed in the narrow space and turned into milk like thick and sticky. However, with the release of Fowles' hand, the fog quickly spread and did not show any condensation.

Fowles laughed. Although the fog did not change in appearance, it became closer to his own spirit and soul after the compression of that moment. Although the change was subtle, it could not escape his induction.

As if intentionally or unintentionally, he repeatedly squeezed his palms. Suddenly, Fowles spread his thoughts with all his strength. The ideas that could not be thought out with common sense were almost exploded, and the whole sea of knowledge was frozen for a moment.

And then Under the influence of this huge idea, the sea of knowledge is surging and surging, and the endless fog is constantly rushing towards the center The total amount of fog does not change, the range of diffusion is reduced, and the concentration of fog is naturally increased.

This is a huge and incredible project. The squeezing of every thread in the sea of knowledge affects the whole spirit of Fowles. If it wasn't for Forrest, any other mage would collapse directly because of this crazy way of refining.

Only Fowles can control every thought with ease and steadiness, and carry out this astonishing practice to the end!

The fog in the sea is the embodiment of magic. With the continuous refining and extraction, the fog will become more and more rich and tend to condense. When it begins to condense into droplets, it will be seven caster levels. If they converge into crystals, it is said that they have stepped into the mage rank.

Magic talent seems to be closely related to the soul. The body of Fowles is still the original body, but the magic incarnation in the sea of knowledge is hundreds and thousands of times more than before!

Not only the scope of the magic incarnation can be seen, but also the more direct evidence is that Fowles has done experiments and released magic for hundreds of times in a row, but the magic still hasn't bottomed out.

The children of rich families who are obsessed with magic have entered this realm more than once, but the poor incarnation of magic, if we refine and condense again, I'm afraid that even a magic can't be released

Maybe it's the relationship between talent and talent. It's also possible that the earth shaking explosion of the space crossing experiment has transformed the soul of Fowles into this trait.

The standard eight hour meditation, for Fowles, seems to have gone through thousands of years, and it seems that it is just a blink of an eye, and then Then his spirit broke away from the sea of knowledge and meditation ended.

Magic incarnation is really rich, because of the large number, want to condense to a certain extent, there are qualitative changes, it is not a day or two things.

Besides, no one has been tempered in this way except Forrest. Others usually carve magic circles in the sea of knowledge under the guidance of their tutors.

The array will run on its own at the right time, continuously condensing magic power, refining and strengthening, but in that case Magic will be gradually assimilated by the array, with its own unique characteristics, or It was not Fowles's wish to engrave marks of a certain mode of operation.

It's sunny on September 21, 7993.

It's early autumn. After several days of dry and cold northwest wind blowing, the weather has returned to the most pleasant state.

When the sun in the eastern sea gradually climbed higher and higher over the courtyard wall and the moss and vines on the wall, the main window on the second floor of the villa opened.

He felt the soft sunshine of the morning and breathed the moist smell of the sea. His mood was like the air diffused in the port city of allando at the moment.For him, there is nothing more gratifying than the progress of strength and the better control of fate in his own hands.

Looking down from the window on the second floor, in the courtyard, a group of muscle men of division rank clean the courtyard, water the flowers, prune the shrubs, scrub the surfaces of fountains, stone tables and stone benches, and teach nine orphans to read and read Busy with all the work that old Sheldon should have done.

The old man was sitting in his study at the moment. On the wall of the study, all the scrolls that Fowles could or could not paint, which he had bought from elanfeld, were like ornaments, all over the walls of the study.

The old man's face is covered with graffiti. He holds his head, his eyes are bloodshot, his beard is ragged, his hair is growing fast and his image is infiltrating Fowles didn't care. It was just that the man sent the food on time. It was said that the old man was like this when he was deep in thought.

The old man seldom paid attention to the muscle men in the yard. He was immersed in the world of magic charms. Only when he went out to breathe and relax, he would mechanically answer the muscle men's advice.

Muscle men don't think they are disobedient, no one is impatient, and no one plans to kidnap and imprison the old man, so that he can teach his fighting skills in private. Although through this period of time, they all know that the old man has no strength to bind a chicken.

It may be the tradition of this world. It is said that Aristotle, the prophet 8000 years ago, did not have magic talent. However, he defined the field of earth fire, water and wind for magic, interpreted the basic characteristics of elements, and established a complete magic system

All the magicians in the land of Pavel called him the prophet, and even Alexander, the first emperor, followed him.

Although the old man has no ability, he has the strong aura of a hermit, a wise and wise man who came from another universe. He really puts his muscles in his clothes and doesn't dare to be slighted

The traditional thing, sometimes it's a good thing. Looking at the regular and honest muscle men in the yard, Fowles sighed!

The door opened with a squeak, and the aroma of the meal floated into the room with the youthful vitality of Sylvette.

Taking two sips of congee at the right temperature, Fowles looked at Sylvia. The little maid's skin was dark and moist, just like flowers under the sun, fresh and delicate.

Her wet blonde hair adds a touch of charm, and it seems that Fowles' two-hour morning bath is over.

Looking at the little maid's eyes can not hide the joy, Fowles heart slightly unhappy, the reason does not need to think also know: "sylvesty, accompany young master I go to the seaside in a moment."

The little maid was stunned, but did not reveal the loss that Fowles expected.

After breakfast, packing up and leaving the yard, Fowles finally understood why the maid's reaction was unexpected

After the two people who walked to the seaside, they carelessly followed another figure -- wood, the current boyfriend of the little maid.

Fowles couldn't laugh or cry. He took the little maid out alone because she appeared when she was busy recently, and disappeared when she was free. She often went out with wood.

I didn't expect to destroy their tryst, but in disguise, it helped the two of them

"Master Fowles, thank you very much for the good work you have given to Sylvette and the adoption of orphans in the house!" Fowles was ready to get angry, but how could he be so grateful to wood.

Sewitty and wood hung behind, but did not do anything to offend Fowles. Instead, they did not kiss me or me. Instead, they were in a strange posture. They walked in a twisted posture, walking three steps forward and two steps backward, as if they were twisting Yangko.

It seems to be a form of combat training.

Seeing this scene, Fowles realized that the little maid who didn't show the mountain or dew was not very small, but also a fighter!

However, the little woman and wood had no formal training. Where did they learn this fighting skill?

Fowles, puzzled, was about to beat about the bush when a noise came from under the street.

Yes, it is under the street. Unconsciously, they have come to the edge of the cliff near the coast. Looking from the cliff, there is a low and flat coast with fishing boats arranged side by side. In the distance, there is a sparkling sea and sea birds shuttling through. The scenery is very pleasant.

But the shrill sound of the sea and the blood splashing along with the water add a bit of cruelty and blood to the painting!

"It's a manta ray!" Wood and Sylvia called out, looking at each other.

Two to three meters between the big fish jumping in the fishing net struggle, its mouth blood dripping, but not its blood, but from two unfortunate fishermen, one half of the body in the mouth of the big fish, the remaining one to be lucky, just his thigh was torn off, powerless lying in the mouth of the big fish.

Many shabby fishermen were surrounded by the big fish, but few of them dared to go forward with broken spears and sticks in their hands.

"Well, these people, after all, fish skin is important, human life is important!" Wood stamped his foot angrily, which made Fowles understand the nature of the matter.

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