"Creates a force shield with a radius of 30ft centered on the caster, suppressing hostile spell effects and magic items."
"A successful remote contact attack will cause the target to fall into the effect of an anti-magic force field. When attacked by a magic weapon below level five, you can make a reflex check to halve the damage."
"Produces a shocking effect on elemental creatures and creatures in the outer world, and filters out all harmful components in the air, including environmental/alchemical toxins, spells below level 4 and magical toxins for creatures below level 4."
"When the caster is attacked by some kind of energy, the corresponding "resist energy damage" spell effect will be triggered, which will last until the end of the spell."
"When resisting contact attacks from incorporeal creatures, you gain armor protection and can resist mind control from spells below level 5."
…
Bai Shu was silent.
"grass!"
He suddenly jumped up, his handsome face was twisted and ferocious, and his veins were hopping!
Bai Zhu staggered back a few steps and waved his hands wildly. He felt as if his chest was beating a drum, and the dull sound of the drum shook all his limbs and bones, shaking away the skin, bones and flesh.
At some point, Baizhu was sweating profusely. He tried to speak out, but was horrified to find that his voice was as violent as thunder!
In the Sutra Pavilion, the guards in each tower room were alarmed by the violent and frightening roar from the top.
It was like a wild beast making a desperate fight when it reached its end, or like a blue dragon that had been bound for thousands of years. It finally opened its eyes, shook the chain, and was about to spit out thunder from its mouth!
Wu Jun, who was holding the scriptures and exposing his chest and belly, was startled. He stopped and shook his head, looking toward the top floor in panic.
The sound just now.
seem.
A little familiar?
"No way..." Wujun twitched the corners of his mouth, and the fat on his cheeks twitched violently.
…
Fear, or something he couldn't explain, instantly eroded his heart.
Bai Zhu groaned and pressed his fingers firmly between his eyebrows.
There are too many things, too many things that cannot be seen or distinguished clearly, flying through my mind, fighting fiercely.
He saw gold and silver balls as huge as the sun and moon; the fearful knights wrapped in black linen; the deformed cultists; the crimson king who was born in flames; the gray dwarves holding clocks to count time; and a group of little people in the water windmill on the sea.
The elves are singing sacred songs...
He saw a Taoist with white bones holding a sword, with piles of corpses at his feet; a burly old man sitting on a black gold throne, and all the people kowtowed to him; a nine-headed insect lurked in the depths of the abyss, and each of its heads had a city.
In the dark water bed, countless pale human faces are exposed from the mud, staring straight at the sky over the thousands of feet deep water...
Those sudden memories almost exploded Baizhu's brain. He was sweating coldly and his thoughts were mixed into a chaotic mess.
A laughing voice sounded lazily in my ears.
"PS: Mage Olag's power shield was improved by me. The subsequent spells also include Mage Olag's force magnetic field, Mage Olag's power enchantment, and Mage Olag's power barrier.
Power Barrier, Mage Olag’s power is reversed.”
"pps: The nature of the world is different. These spells, hehehehe, cannot be used!"
"ppps: Are you very angry after hearing this? Hehe~"
Suddenly, there was a sudden sound, which made Bai Shu startled.
He pressed his eyebrows tightly and stepped forward tremblingly. The side wall of the stone platform glowed, and the words changed again.
Mage Olag's force magnetic field...
Mage Olag's energy barrier...
Mage Olag's energy barrier...
Mage Olag's power is reversed...
In just one stick of incense, the text on the side wall of the stone platform changed several times. Finally, it jumped slowly and stopped.
Bai Shu was stunned. He suppressed the sharp pain of tearing his skull and gently touched the stone platform.
A moment!
The tidal wave of light surged out, and it firmly covered Baizhu's body. With an irresistible attitude, like a vortex that swallowed everything, it instantly sucked Baizhu into the stone platform.
It came violently, but quietly, and no one could notice it.
In Guang Hui's field of vision, Baizhu just roared, shook his head, and his expression returned to normal.
The young man was still standing in the tower room, holding the ancient scriptures and studying them silently.
No one noticed the writing on the side wall, and no one noticed the abnormality of Baizhu.
Before he could react, the surrounding scene changed rapidly. In just one breath, Baizhu moved from the ancient tower room to a celestial palace.
It was unimaginably gorgeous, far beyond the creations that can be seen in the mortal world, with a pool full of lotus flowers and large laurel-like trees planted in the courtyard.
The corridors were painted with various patterns. Some people killed a huge four-winged white dragon in the fire; some people were holding floating dust in the floating heavenly palace; some people were standing in the dark sacrificial field, with a ferocious figure kneeling behind them.
Blaspheming the hermit monks; someone was sitting in the Chaowen Pavilion, and on both sides of the seat were white-headed scholars with high crowns and academic degrees.
They were dressed in different styles, some were dressed like men in blue robes and cloth hats, some were dressed as knights wearing heavy armor and carrying swords at their waists, some were holding silver staffs with crowns on their heads, and there were even modern people wearing shirts and suits...
…
But without exception, those people's faces are all white.
Looking at the murals in the corridor and the thousands of different selves, Baizhu felt a chill in his heart.
He forcibly cheered up and continued walking in this heavenly palace, which was either an illusion or a dream.
solemn……
sacred……
Gorgeous...
In this seemingly endless heavenly palace that encompasses everything, after passing through several corridors, Baizhu crossed another huge lake.
On the big lake, the white mist surged and dispersed, weighing heavily on the shoulders. Every step he took was like carrying a mountain on his back. There were faint sounds of laughter and musical instruments in the lake. They broke through the white mist and fell slowly into Baizhu's ears.
Finally, at the end of the big lake, the white mist dispersed, and a throne appeared.
That is gold, or in other words, it is a perfect tool carved from something more noble and dazzling than gold.
Yingluo, pearls, malachite, and all kinds of precious materials unknown to Baizhu were inlaid on the throne.
They are either flowing silver, sticky fire, hard frost mist, or burning wind. They are like all the skilled craftsmen in the world, gathering all the treasures in the world to create the authority of the world.
It was born to congratulate the new king of the world!
At the moment when Bai Shu was lost in thought, the figure on the throne raised his head in time and looked at him.
