Magic Tower Starry Sky

"If you want to build a tower, you should use bricks." The second incarnation said seriously. But the incarnation of the fat house said: "How about building a wall of human flesh with the corpses of Persian soldiers like Sparta guarded the hot spring pass? I personally recommend it with conscience."

It's really my idea, and it won't come out of his mouth if it's not bad.

After thinking about it, Lin decided to proceed step by step and learn how to build towers in reality. The first step, of course, is to cut the magic material into an appropriate size, and then use the shaping technique to make bricks.

So is plastic surgery useful? Lin cast the magic of plastic surgery on the severed arm. In the strange scene of green light, the arm dissolves like mud, and is reshaped into a large, square brick. The aspect ratio certainly fits the golden ratio, it's almost intuitive.

Picking up the first brick in the dream, the three of them looked at it carefully at the same time. Although the power contained in it is a bit thin, it can still be clearly felt. With the encouragement of the other two and the expectant eyes, Lin walked a few steps away and pressed the first brick on the dream land.

In an instant, the world changed suddenly, and the thunder rumbled. The remnant clouds were taken away by the sky, and the blue of the sky seemed to be dyed black, step by step, from day to pure black. The prairie has also disappeared, and there is not even a so-called ground. Up, down, left, and right sides are all empty, only the four selves, one dead and three living, exist in this nothingness.

The bricks pressed on the ground are firmly fixed in this void, vaguely demarcating the ground and the space beyond. The three of them looked at this almost nothing, perhaps this was the most original appearance behind the dream.

"So... can it work?" Lin asked with some uncertainty.

But the avatar of the fat house said: "Look at this posture, do you want us to start building from the floor? And it's not that I like to complain, but the brick is too big. Are you going to build a pyramid?"

The second incarnation said: "Do you think this environment looks like an interface?"

Hearing what I said, I realized that there is nothing black, and it is very suitable as a development interface for CAD software. With a thought in my mind, the Tower of the Great Sage, who is the most familiar and has lived in it for a period of time, is in the shape of a dotted outline, from the foundation, beams and columns to the thickness of the wall, and the support of the ceiling, a 3D perspective of equal proportions Figure, standing in this void.

And in the corner of the foundation, there is the brick that was just pushed up, and it is obviously much larger than that. In other words, the bricks are too big.

Lin Qianqian cut off more than half of the bricks before re-casting the shaping technique. This time it was just the right size, just enough to fill the space inside the dotted line, exactly. And it is this perfect fit that makes the brick body radiate a bit of aura, rippling in the empty space.

Lin Hehe smiled, and suddenly rolled forward, narrowly dodging the two knives coming from behind. He looked at his two selves with pouting lips and exaggerated expressions of regret, and said, "I've guessed that you two **** would sneak up on me from behind. As expected."

Before he had time to respond, the incarnation of the fat house was the short man who thrust a knife at his side. The machete passed through the neck and protruded from the other side, accompanied by blood flowing continuously along the blade. He rubbed his belly with one hand and said with a smile, "Then did you guess that?"

With a drag of the horizontal knife, the head fell to the ground. The headless body of the incarnation of Zhong Er fell to his knees sadly, threw himself forward, and fell into the dust. And the same severe pain hit Lin's neck. The feeling like a broken neck is so vivid.

After a while, not far away, a boy in a middle school uniform and with a crew cut reappeared. He didn't shout angrily, nor did he show any expression of dissatisfaction, he just looked at the other two himself.

A communication without words is conveyed in the eyes. The three of them all knew that an endless **** battle was about to unfold.

Lin stepped back, turned around, and transformed into a young general in blue robes and silver armor, holding a gentian spear, and shouted: "Changshan Zhao Zilong is here! There is a saying that is one inch long and one inch strong. You are a fat house, and a second-year criminal Muddy, I'll kill you before you even draw your neck. My dream is up to me."

The two avatars looked at each other, and the fat man's figure slowly faded away, replaced by a man wearing a red and green horizontal stripe sweater, and a brown and black bowler hat. The sharp iron claw of his right hand gently slid across the cheek full of burn scars .

However, the second incarnation has become quite burly, with a messy sportswear, but the hockey mask and the even bigger machete in his right hand undoubtedly reproduce the classic image of a murderous maniac.

Seeing the transformations of the two opponents, Lin couldn't help but shouted, "It's not fair, you can be killed if you become that one."

Five finger claws and a machete, pointing at someone who has become the image of Zhao Yun in Three Kingdoms Warriors, said: "One inch is longer, one inch is stronger, that's what you said. Compared with length, you are the most powerful, aren't you. Oh , clap your hands." Fat House transformed into Freddy, with his playful character and speech. Jason, on the other hand, remained silent.

In such a blink of an eye, Jason's huge and obtrusive figure suddenly disappeared from his vision.

Who is this heading for?

A warning flashed in his mind, Lin Chao rolled over to a lazy donkey next to him, and once again narrowly missed the deadly machete. But he wasn't the only enemy, he rolled over and stood up. Although he took a big gun and pretended to be the famous general, but honestly he couldn't use it at all. I can only play around and try to protect myself.

However, during this flurry of dancing, I didn't feel like I was cutting anything, and I didn't get hurt. If you take a closer look, you can see that there are two ghost kings fighting together, and the classic drama of Jason fighting Freddy is staged in this dream.

Want to watch the fun from the sidelines? How can this be! Lin charged with a gun, accompanied by a heart-piercing roar. It's because Freddie's iron claws are too ruthless, and it's too late to cut people's portraits. Although it was Jason who was injured in the avatar of the second child, Lin felt the same way, so he couldn't help but yell. Roaring such a voice, besides emboldening his courage, is more like releasing the unbearable pain.

It's just that bad guys die because of talking too much, so rookies shout when they sneak attack. Zhu Tu's reckless tactics can only make the sullen person become the target of others again. The ghost king who was in the fierce battle, the moment Lin Sha got close to him, the double points closed. Immediately, the third-party attack became the target of beatings.

Jason stabbed a machete into someone's stomach neatly. Moreover, he pushed forward with the momentum, and strung together with the person behind him into candied haws.

Freddy, who was close behind, had that horrible ugly face hanging on his shoulders. With blood bubbling in his mouth, he muttered, "Well done, kid, I really deserve to be myself."

Jason kept his composure and drew out his machete. The huge wound made blood splatter like rain, and the strength also disappeared. And the person in front of him was like that ruthless murderer coming in person, the second knife, the third knife... The huge power made him stab two people at once with a knife, just like poking tofu. It wasn't until the end that he swung the knife violently, and the heads of two good people fell to the ground.

Opening his eyes again, he saw Jason not far away, with the machete still dripping blood, walking towards the resurrected man.

Lin didn't say much, and went directly to Hulk's upper body, turning into a big green man who dominates Marvel. He roared angrily towards the silent murderer. Suddenly there was a pain in the buttocks, like being pricked by a needle. In an instant, the green muscles all over his body shriveled up like a leaking balloon.

Immediately after his resurrection, Lin's full strength also weakened as his body size faded. He turned his head and looked at the incarnation of a fat mansion dressed in Lin Qingxia's version of Dongfang Bubai's ancient costume standing behind him, twisting embroidery needles in his hands, looking at someone with a half-smile, and said, "Don't think that whatever you turn into, you will have it." What kind of ability. Fake, everything is fake. Even if you become a black warrior, you will not produce the force."

"Then you left the palace to practice the Sunflower Canon."

"If you want to practice magical skills, you must first go to the palace. You can succeed without going to the palace. Didn't you understand the truth of this online version of the Sunflower Book? Besides, I just want to poke you with a needle. This image is deceiving the society." use."

The Fat House version of Dongfang Bubai laughed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Without further ado, the embroidery needle, together with the arm, was inserted into someone's chrysanthemum, killing him. From there, the battle continued.

Each resurrection, put on a different image to fight. No one can use a certain image and ability to desperately kill others and keep himself immortal. Almost everyone died in turn, and the bodies stayed where they were. In the void of a dream that was originally nothingness, it is now difficult to move an inch.

The three of them also seem to be red-eyed. Constantly hurting each other, whether physically or mentally.

I don't know how many times I have been resurrected, not far away is the poor wretch who was resurrected at the same time as myself. The second avatar did not change its appearance this time. Compared with the G-virus mutant, it danced around a strange object that I don't know if it was a tentacle or a second child. Fat House, who looked like he had lost his mind, also stopped at this moment. The huge eyeballs on the body swivel around.

In fact, by now, everyone is tired. Every time, no matter who died, everyone felt the same way. After suffering time and time again, this seemingly endless battle finally ushered in the first change.

Discovered by the Second Avatar. Compared with the corpse left at the beginning, its integrity is good; but several times before the cessation of fighting, although the beheaded self also lay down in this void, it was gray and fragile.

In order to prove the difference between the two, he even took an arm that had been cut off for a while, and smashed it vigorously at the gray-white corpse, and the gray-white thing turned into fly ash on the spot. The body left earlier is still solid.

"This..." Killing each other is to accumulate materials for building towers in the dream. If the materials cannot be preserved, there will be no reason or excuse for killing each other. Three people, you look at me, I look at you, looking at each other.