Law of the Devil

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Chapter 333 [Seeds of Power]

In essence, Dewey is indeed “not alone”.

But neither Aragon, nor “Dewey 1," according to the law of space and space, this law of space and time is irreversible until it truly becomes a complete divine hierarchy. Even if it is as strong as Aragon, after the rebirth of the reincarnated soul, it has to erase the memories of the previous life under the tremendous irreversible power of the law of space and space.

In order to avoid this factor, Aragon will seal the memory of previous generations on its own - after all, if erased by the laws of space and time, it will not be possible to recover. There is a chance to recover from the active dust containment.

It has to be said that this is also a way of circumventing the law of space-time.

It's just that either Aragon or Dewey 1 has almost reached the realm of rebellion, almost at the threshold of the divine hierarchy, two powerful beings, the power of dust seal, how powerful is that? Otherwise, it would not be enough to circumvent the law of time and space in the underworld.

At this moment, Dewey was suddenly touched by these two drawings, somehow touching one of the most fragile strings hidden in the depths of the soul. The slightest tremor of the soul suddenly triggered the dust seal on the soul's memory.

However, how powerful the dust seal was, Dewey just touched a little, and was immediately overwhelmed by it. He just felt that the great pain hit his body like a flood. He screamed, fell from the chair, held his head in his arms, and curled his body into a group on the ground.

QQ is stuck, as if he didn't expect this to happen, he jumped off the chair quickly, but it's a bird, what can he do?

Dewey's expression twisted and became more and more painful. QQ couldn't help himself, he suddenly moved into his heart and slowly sang with a prolonged voice.

That ancient note, not at all like the language of the Roland mainland, such a series of ancient sounds flowing out of its mouth, as if it were some kind of song, hidden with a strange power, as if it had a magical soothing effect on the agitation of the soul.

It's not magic, and in QQ's singing, there's not even a little bit of magic or magic, not even a little bit of power. But under what seemed like a soft song, the look on Dewey's face suddenly eased a lot, and his breath slowed down. Almost spasmodic arms also gradually relax.

QQ seemed out of breath, looking at Dewey lying on the ground, in a coma, as if he was a little confused: “What is this...? ”

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Dewey's dreaming.

Yes, he was dreaming.

Human dreams are made up of countless pieces of memory in the subconscious. So, dreams, rather than fantasies, are a sort of comb of human memories in one's subconscious mind that comes more accurately.

Even weirder, in Dewey's dream, there was only one image, which was repeatedly played and flashed in front of him.

In the dream, he dreamed of himself, standing in front of a woman with a cold face. The woman lay on the ground with blood underneath her. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not see the woman's face at all. It was like looking at flowers in the fog and obscuring.

In the dream, Dewey looked at herself clearly and stared at the woman so cold.

“I'm sorry, I've never wanted to hurt you in my life, let alone... unfortunately, I don't dislove you. I never forgot those days. It's just...” Speaking of which, the voice seems to have paused for a moment before finally sighing in the shadows.

“It's just... I don't have a heart anymore! How can someone who doesn't even have a heart be loved? ”

Then Dewey woke up.

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When he woke up, he was still lying on the ground, next to QQ blinking his eyes and staring at himself. Dewey just tried to move a little bit, but found herself exhausted and exhausted with even a little finger. All over and down, the sweat pulled up the underwear and coat.

He even felt dry tongue, a feeling of excessive sweating and slight dehydration.

Dewey was horrified in his heart.

A dream... just a dream, I actually turned into this?

He was quite proud of his strong spirituality —— yes, he was always proud. His mental strength is truly remarkable. But at this moment, he feels a tingle deep inside his head like a pointy needle -- the feeling that the magician's mental power is completely depleted.

“I...” Dewey rubbed her head so hard, she couldn't help but use her hands and feet, which forced her to climb up: “What's wrong with me? Two of your paintings. Is there some magic in them? ”

“How do I know.” QQ doesn't have a good airway: “Just now it was fine, you suddenly screamed on the ground and rolled up again. ”

When Dewey closed her eyes and thought about it, a thought flashed through her mind: Did I see my past life?

But that Dewey 1 said that before he woke up, he could no longer...

He shook his head so hard, but this motion made Dewey scream painfully, his neck felt sore, he almost passed out again.

It's horrible... I just saw two footage pieces from a previous life, as if it was exhausting all my strength and magic!

Dewey grabbed the wall and walked to the bedside of the room, then lay down heavily. These moves had already made him breathe heavily, but he didn't forget to ask: "QQ, did I seem to hear you sing in secret? What are you singing? As if I'd listened to it, the pain would have eased a lot. ”

QQ shrugged for a moment and gave the answer that stunned Dewey for a moment.

“It's not a song, it's a magic trick! ”

“Divine art?” Dewey's heart pounded.

“You have forgotten that I was the first Pope of the Temple! To be precise, all the magic in the temple has been passed down since I was there! I know magic. What's so strange about it? ”

Dewey immediately sat up, ignoring the pain, and stared carefully at the bird in front of her: "You... do you know magic? For God's sake, I met the Pope this time, but he was your apprentice's grandson. He's so good! So you... your strength is also the Holy Order? ”

QQ twisted his ass to the bed and sat down: "Holy steps? Well, I used to be. Unfortunately, I haven't had much power since I became like this! Do you expect a bird to perform human spells? You're so naive. ”

“But you just...”

QQ laughed and laughed: "That's a soul song. This is the only spell in the divine arts that does not require any magic. Soul Song, originally a magic to soothe the dead soul, especially when faced with black magicians and dead magicians, if the other party summons the dead creature, then singing this song can make the other party's dead creature fear. This magic, it doesn't need any power to drive it, it's simply that the song itself has a hidden, dark, holy power that can be sung as long as you're not mute. However, the phrase is more difficult to carry. ”

After a pause, QQ continued: “I really don't have any other spells besides this anthem. Basically, I'm a bird. ”

What else does Dewey want to say? QQ has cut it off: "I told you you were going to the party at night when I walked in, right? I don't think it's too early. Why don't you take a break? You look like this now... are you going to let someone carry you to the banquet? ”

After that, QQ stopped paying attention to Dewey and jumped out of bed himself and went into another room.

Dewey sat up barely, then closed her eyes and began meditating, trying to restore a little magic.

This feeling of being almost completely “emptied out” is just too painful.

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Dewey's method of meditation, unlike almost all magicians on the continent, is different! Because the way he meditated came from the "star magic” routine.

The magic of the stars, Dewey has never really mastered, and the only thing that will happen is to meditate on the magic of the stars. Other than that... he can't learn any of the powerful star magic. According to Sameer, he hasn't started yet. And according to the suicide note left by Gandalf White, it's much clearer: don't try to practice star magic until you reach level eight!

Sequentially, Samel's star magic was taught by Gandhoff. So what Gandolph said should be authoritative.

Though Dewey has never been able to practice star magic, this unique way of meditating has given him a tremendous improvement in his magic! That's why Dewey was a little boy, and the magic trick was, almost, to reach the realm of Level 78 magicians!

The meditation of star magic, cultivating the spiritual strength of magicians, is not won by “quantity”, but by “quality”! This unique modus operandi makes Dewey not only strong, but more importantly strong! He even tried to condense his spiritual strength into an almost physical contact angle!

Such cultivation not only makes people mentally powerful, but, more importantly, their sensitivity is almost multiplied.

Without a doubt, the magic Aragon left behind is really amazing...

Dewey thought about it and had to laugh. What Aragon left behind... clearly left behind!

After a while of meditation today, Dewey began to feel nothing, but a moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes and touched his own head.

“Yip?”

Then he looked out into the sky.

Time... how long has it been?

Dewey suddenly jumped out of bed and went to look at the huge hourglass in the room.

“Shit! Holy shit!” Dewey shouted.

Until now, he meditated only one meal, but Dewey found his mental strength recovered, almost achieving 78% effect!

“Why so soon? ”

In Dewey's experience, when he ran out of magic in the past, he couldn't do it for a day or two if he wanted it all back. Especially after your magic has grown stronger, every time you run out and recover, it takes longer.

But today... it's just such a short moment...

He sat down again with a surprise and closed his eyes to continue meditating.

Maintaining a void in the mind, he then leaves a touch of spiritual power, exploring in his own consciousness what exactly happened.

Finally, he quickly discovered something unusual!

In one's body, deep and deep, there suddenly seems to be a grain of something that doesn't know what the forces are made of, spinning around in the dark, as if a small swirl, every propaganda, has led to a slow increase in one's entire mental consciousness space.

This discovery by Dewey is no small matter!!

You know, the magician's spiritual power is powerful, and the basic truth is this: the human spiritual consciousness space, it's like a bucket. And spiritual power, which is magic, is the water in this bucket!

A magician's meditation can only restore the water in this bucket to its full state, and for it to continue to grow, it will take years of painstaking repair to grow its entire spiritual consciousness space very slowly (i.e., the bucket becomes larger).

Trying to fill the barrel, not hard. But to think of this bucket getting bigger is a very difficult thing to do!

Every little breakthrough requires great effort, even luck.

Theoretically, the more space there is in the mental consciousness, the more water the barrel naturally contains. The bigger the bucket, the higher the overall magic repair to nature!

If you compare the mental consciousness space of a junior magician to a small cup of water, then naturally his magic has only one glass of water. And a senior magician's spiritual consciousness space is much bigger, and the capacity is naturally bigger!

This is one of the important differences between junior and senior magicians!

But Dewey now finds that deep in his spiritual consciousness, that little bit of power seems to spin slowly, driving his whole "bucket” to spin a little bit, as if a water grind is spinning slowly, but every little spin, the whole spiritual consciousness space, is grinding little by little!

Although this speed is still very slow, it is more than ten times faster than your normal practice?!!

“Sameer! Sameer!!” Dewey ecstatically summoned Sameer to work immediately: “Has my star magic cultivation finally broken through?! ”

Unfortunately, this woman, Sameer, actually speaks for a month, ignores people, and pretends she hasn't spoken for a month. No matter how Dewey summoned him, he didn't respond at all.

Doubt in Dewey's heart and sink his heart into meditation, while carefully stretching out his spiritual contact angle to see that little whirlpool in the spiritual consciousness space.

This obsession, even more so, feels that the little vortex, every minute, every spin, is amazing, as if in one's spiritual consciousness space, formed a hidden little “universe”!

The rotation of each point gradually expands the universe.

After all, Dewey is from a previous life. He immediately remembered a theory from a previous life:

The whole universe is spinning slowly, and the universe is spinning under it, infinitely expanding!

Does this theory seem to work for you?

Soon, Dewey discovered that her spiritual strength was fully restored!

How long did it take? Dewey opened his eyes and looked at the sky...

20 minutes or half an hour?

In the past, if you wanted to reach that level, you would only need a day or two of sleep.

Fast recovery power...

Dewey suddenly remembered something when she moved in her heart!

White River, what did that powerful pervert say?

“As long as I leave a seed of strength in my body, no matter how badly I suffer, based on the seed of this power, I can recover in a very short time! ”

Remember in Tidu's small building, the battle between White River and Blue Haiyue, he was obviously also injured, but when he came to grab himself after turning his eyes, he completely recovered!!

The Seed of Power... The Seed of Power!

When the White River sadly gave itself "one arm of strength”, didn't it inject a seed of strength into itself?!

Dewey's moving!

This... this is a seed of the power of the sacred steps! Now, finally, it sprouts in its own body!!

Dewey estimated that the slower this seed spins, the more gradually it grinds its mental consciousness space... Then, I'm afraid it won't take a year for it to repair its mental strength, it can jump to level 8!!

Grade 8? Then you are officially in the realm of advanced magicians! How many advanced magicians are there across the continent?

In a year, I am only 17 years old!!

Although this age is a little later than both Vivian and JoJo Jo, don't forget that Vivian and Jo Jo have been practicing magic since childhood and have been taught by some of the most powerful and powerful people on the continent.

But what about yourself? From formal magic cultivation to today, it's only two years!!

(There are updates at night, and I will try to make up for what I owe you today, more than 10,000 words. But first, I'm afraid it will be later, not too early. After all, I'm going to write slowly...

Besides, with the reader question, how come it rarely describes a Dwight practice upgrade... My answer is: Does this kid need practice? What he needs is an awakening! Because as long as he awakens, he's the number one strong man under the starry sky. Because he was Aragon.

Finally, if you think I dance diligently and keep my promises, if I'm still engaged, please vote for me on a monthly basis!!

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