Another day passed, and Boom finally let out a long sigh, because the other party was a perfect copy of himself, and because it was an illusion, the other party would not be affected by any negative emotions at all. From this point of view, he was far better than he is now.
Boom comes even more powerful.
But after many days of testing, Boom is not without success. Although the mirror image spell is powerful, it is always half a minute slower than Boom's real body. Half a minute, this becomes a flaw in the duel between strong men.
The focus of the opponent's attack.
But the space spells practiced by Boom are not good at speed, or most magicians are not agile. But if he can become a high-level magician, Boom can perfectly restrain the opponent, and still have no problem.
The oppressive power of suspense.
In a dream, there was no Rikka by his side, and naturally the parchment that turned into a headband was not with him either. But perhaps it was God's will, or Boom's reward, but he had already memorized the only high-level space spell.
.Already familiar with it.
Boom slowly closed his eyes, his whole person became calm, and he instantly entered a state of cultivation. This is the only thing he can be proud of at the moment, and it is his greatest achievement in these years. No matter what the circumstances, Boom has
You can practice and you can ignore outside interference.
The four-color magic light belt of "Elemental Summoning" appeared out of thin air. As Boom became more focused, the last distracting thoughts in his heart also dissipated. All the memories of the past gradually faded from Boom's mind. The old nun, Rikka, and even Ke
Christine.
In the end, only the consecutive mantras emitted fluorescence, each word was like a Sanskrit sound, and each syllable was an unyielding belief.
However, it is precisely because of Boom's state that the Miracle Plain, which was originally clear and clear, gradually collapsed, dark clouds replaced the blue, and muffled thunder roared throughout the world.
The city guard who had been silent from beginning to end slowly raised his hand, but his staff couldn't help shaking, as if it was as heavy as a mountain. He couldn't take the initiative to attack. This seemed to be the only law in the dream.
Boom has no ability to destroy it, and the other party doesn't have the power either.
Although the other party's behavior seems very ridiculous, if Boom saw it with his own eyes, he would definitely sigh again. This fantasy can actually go so far, even the wariness and thinking mode are the same as his own, the same cold and ruthless, the same will
Kill all dangers at the starting point.
The magic pattern light belt sometimes twists and sometimes stretches. Boom's lips tremble slightly, chanting new mantras over and over again. Faith comes from that unwillingness, and it is another way of saying that he is greedy for life and afraid of death. The other party's only
The flaws are magnified infinitely. As long as Boom can seize the opportunity, it is not impossible to completely restrict the opponent.
But all of this must be based on new spells, or whether Boom can break through and transform into a high-level magician.
There was no impurity in his heart anymore. Boom forgot about the passage of time, why he was trapped here, and at the same time, he also forgot that there were enemies standing beside him. He repeated the mantra over and over again, and experienced all the experiences of the past few days with his heart.
, and then review and judge as a bystander.
Boom gradually felt that his life was ridiculous. If he had not met Rikka and those thrilling trips, he would probably have died of old age in the King of Ogu. "Why am I alive" and "Fortunately, I am not that miserable".
The two problems are like twins, accompanying each other, but at the same time they are completely opposite.
The morning light and dewdrops were like before. It was Boom in the cradle, a baby abandoned by his biological parents. He only had a few rags on his body. Apart from being used as a source of comfort, he could not survive the coming cold moon.
Moths and night owls are like childhood. It was Boom in the monastery, the innocent boy who asked the old nun for food every day. The black bread in his hand was a little moldy, but it was Boom's favorite food, and it was his favorite food.
The only food available.
Fallen leaves and cold wind are like yesterday. It was a trash can in a dark alley, a glimmer of life blended with bruises and blood. Bedbugs and rats walked together, the leftovers were cold and delicious, and the scorn and contempt of passers-by intertwined into a picture.
The vivid and colorful world.
The snow and ice are just outside this world. It is Rikka's anxious waiting, Christine's silent protection, and the reason for him to shatter his dream. The bond is like a rope with a fishhook, as long as you are on it
, they became each other’s companions. It was the contact of flesh and soul, the blending of each other’s nerves, and the realm beyond life and death.
The sun, moon, stars, scorching sun and drizzle, darkness and light alternated back and forth, and two completely opposite life trajectories gradually blended together. A smile appeared at the corner of Boom's mouth at some point. He never thought that he would lose Rikka, because Rikka
It has become a part of myself.
People can lose limbs, be confused, and even die young. But if the soul and belief are separated, that is the most painful death. On the seventh day, a breath of turbid breath came out of Boom's mouth, as if those distracting thoughts were gone.
Then it disappeared.
Boom slowly opened his eyes, and the light was flowing in his dark pupils. There were still the afterimages of bulimia and madness. It was a hot and deep sense of satisfaction, the joy of success after all kinds of hardships, and the proof that
The relaxation and calmness after freeing yourself.
Fire, water flow, breeze, grass, in Boom's eyes, these are all just manifestations of the fluctuation of magic power, and they are just clumsy tricks in the hands of the magician.
The four-color magic pattern light strips of "Elemental Summoning" dissipated one by one, replaced by the huge power composed of countless magic strings. The magic power fluctuations changed from calm to violent, and then from violent to silent.
With a soft popping sound, the magic power in Boom's body rippled, and the circular ripples continued to spread outward, and finally disappeared.
"Whether it's a fighting spirit professional or a magic power professional, they are all prisoners within certain rules."
"If those high-ranking peak experts lose their capital, they are nothing more than useless waste."
"Although fighting spirit and magic power have been in opposition for thousands of years, their essence is the same. They are both means of driving external objects."
"What is a true strong man, what is the essence beyond the shadow, and what is underneath all this..."
Boom's thoughts came to an abrupt halt, and a sharp pain suddenly shot through his body, as if he had asked a question he shouldn't have asked.
"It seems that the strength is still too weak. Anyway, let's put this question aside for the time being."
"Is this a high-level realm? The lifespan is theoretically extended to a thousand years, and at the same time, it also has the qualifications to hit the peak realm."
"But what does this have to do with me? I just hope to wake up as soon as possible so that Rikka and Christine can rest assured."
Boom grinned, and then grabbed the black wooden staff, even though the old man was empty at the moment and could not provide any help at all.
"Why should we be so aloof? Without your presence, I should have died in the Principality of Xisai long ago. Let alone becoming a high-level magician, even if I carry Rikka on my back and escape to the frozen continent, it is absolutely impossible." p>
Boom murmured softly while stroking the black wood staff. He only cares about three things now, one is Rikka, the second is Christine, and the last is the black wood staff in his hand.
A trace of fluorescence suddenly appeared, and the black wooden staff seemed to sense the owner's thoughts, but it could neither speak nor twist its body like a dancer. Granting the power of the soul, this kind of thing cannot be done by Boom now.
But in those days and nights together, I have already been closely connected with my staff.