Storm of Kings

"Dinking..." The young man was still mining.

There is no shortage of food in the eighteenth layer of dreams. You can fill up your belly by finding a place in the wild.

This gave the teenager more energy to wield the mine pickaxe and explore the mystery of the dream.

As the clanging sounds were extended in an orderly manner, the mining picks once again showed strangeness, igniting a small piece of digital chain, and the teenager showed a fascinating smile.

He is different from the decadent, helpless, self-destructive young shopkeeper before!

This difference comes from self-confidence and the pursuit of strength.

I don’t know how long it has been. The young man straightened up and looked at the finely divided ore. He nodded and said, “It should be about to break through the bottleneck. My father has deep expectations of me, but I have never realized until today that strength is never given by others, but by relying on it. Get down to earth by yourself! Strength that belongs to others is not strength, strength that belongs to yourself can be the guarantee of walking in the world."

"So I look forward to breaking through myself, and I want to thank the devil for putting his power in the light, but people are often blindfolded and bewildered by the immediate benefits!"

The young man squatted down and picked up two ore carved into Panlong and Caifeng, and said to his heart: "I was just lucky to get this pickaxe with a precision of one forever, so that it would never be possible to mine high-grade ore, so I have to find a way to add added value. Carving the ore is just a trail. If I can crack the mystery of the digital chain, I might be able to turn decay into magic and take it to the next level..."

In short time, the boy found a relatively quiet low-level mineral vein and continued to wield the mining pick to mine.

Although he had been to a high-level mining area, he had never touched a piece of ore in a high-level mining area. In fact, even if he wanted to move, his pickaxe couldn't chew.

The teenager is stubborn, he can accumulate a fortune to buy those powerful mining tools.

However, he never gave up the pickaxe in his hand from beginning to end, because he felt that this pickaxe was himself, as long as he did not give up the pickaxe, he would not give up himself.

As for other mining tools, they are external forces and may be lost at any time. So I just dig this pickaxe in my hand and don't waver when I dig into the wasteland.

It is precisely because he has never touched a piece of ore in a high-level mining area, even if he sees an open-pit vein, he can't mine it, so the beast guarding the vein disdains him.

The boy's dream is still going on, and it has not restarted once.

One day can restart 1,500 dreams, and each dream can experience at most one life, which is 180 years of Sanjiazi.

Calculated in this way, 1,500 dreams are equal to 270,000 years, which is the real time, the vicissitudes of life, and the white horses.

On the fifth day of the boy's dream, the pickaxe suddenly raised black light during the mining process, feeling that something was affecting him.

Although I have encountered this situation before, it is not as strong as this moment. When the pickaxe touches the mineral vein, it makes a crisp "ding", and then the essence and firmness return to zero.

"Huh?" This phenomenon caught the teenager's attention.

The pickaxe has a powerful mechanism, and the firmness is restored instantly, but the result is not important, the process is important, more important than ever.

The indelible "one" disappeared for a short time, indicating that the so-called indelible one is not reliable, and the essence and firmness will still return to zero.

"I am indeed stable enough, but I have forgotten the most important point. Breaking through the self is seeking change. Since seeking change, I can’t stick to the rules! So when the stamina becomes zero and rebounds towards the moment, can I wave A totally different pick?"

"Well, I hope those who are standing behind and exerting influence on me can do it again."

The young man is not stupid. When he has problems around him several times, he naturally guessed the root cause. Unexpectedly, he has quit. Those brothers and sisters have not given up yet, they want to kill him.

"Ding Ding Dang Dang, Ding Ding Dang Dang..." The pickaxe sputtered bright light and pierced through the soil. The ore and the soil were naturally separated and automatically shattered into palm-sized slices.

If someone sees such a situation, they will definitely find it incredible.

Throughout the entire dream game, no one has ever been able to open a mine to such a pleasing and magical level, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is magical.

The young man adjusted his mentality and waited for the moment to return to zero, because he knew that as long as he did not die, those people would not stop.

Sure enough, black smoke suddenly rose from the pickaxe, and then the black smoke spread quickly toward the body, and the sturdiness returned to zero in an instant.

"It's now!" The young man didn't care about the energy of the black smoke, or he was waiting for it to return to zero. At this moment, he did not notice that the black smoke was devouring the body and mind.

Suddenly, the pickaxe drew a mysterious and unpredictable trajectory and crashed into the mineral vein.

The young man stared at it, and saw a large number of numbers brushed out in front of the pickaxe, crawling around under his feet and around like a centipede, gaining a sense of enlightenment.

"Kacha..." The dazzling lightning strikes down, producing multiple changes.

"Time? I think I can control time?" The boy raised his arm, and the lightning that spread towards him from the air stopped suddenly.

Unexpectedly, someone applauded at this time.

"Papa..."

"Wonderful! It's really wonderful. I just entered the eighteenth floor of the dreamland. I was surprised and admired to see such a master."

The boy looked at the opposite side and asked in amazement: "Who are you?"

"Hahaha, my name is Ouyang Jinlin, what is your name? Let's be friends."

"My name?" The young man was taken aback for a moment, and instinctively removed his identity as the young treasurer, puffed up his chest and said, "Under the Tieyang Xiaori!"

"Oh? Tieyang Xiaori, cow! Good brother, let's mine together! The teacher needs our help." Ouyang Jinlin said.

"Teacher? Who is your teacher?"

"Speaking of my teacher~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is the famous Demon Lord Zhou Lie, but I have only seen two sides of the teacher, most of the time I beat three seniors and a few seniors, and learned a lot of miscellaneous things. Skill. Master Qiqi secretly told me that dream games are of great significance, so I have to work hard here if I want to learn my skills! Here, I’m here? I just happened to see your man, we are about the same age, there should be no generation gap in our relationship. Those monks who often speak at the top of the second-rank high-ranking second-rank peak will be suppressed even if my mentality is good. Hehe, I finally found a little friend who is similar."

"Are you a child of the Demon King's family?" Tie Yang Xiaori was dizzy. In his eyes, a person of this level can be said to be superior. Does he have the strength to associate with the other party?

"Well, my dad died in order to let me live a good life as a dead man. He used his life in exchange for a chance for the devil to give me guidance! Fortunately, the little master did not give up on himself. After that hard period, luck came to the wall. It can't be stopped. The devil put me under the sect in order to make up the number, but it is basically in a stocking state. So I am very poor, don't reject me."

"Your father is so great? My father, my father is also great!" The two teenagers didn't know that at this moment, they were centering on them.