My universe in a bottle

How many levels are there in dreams?

Are you in front of me a dream or reality?

Who can tell the difference?

"However, he did figure out his next-level witchcraft system plan."

A sly smile appeared on Xiwei's lips:

"There is actually a third level. In the future, we can let the head-lowering masters under my command develop it to promote the general trend of the times."

"It seems that the future development of his system has great potential."

"Wizards are the ultimate perfection of spirit, witches are the perfection of pure body, and martial arts are the perfection of pure skills."

Xi Wei sighed.

"But this guy has done well in his dreams. He really thinks that he is a genius who surpasses the emperor countless times. He has brought the theoretical achievements of the future to the present and used them to beat 'me'."

While she was watching the show, Emperor Zhu Qi had already swept across Heaven.

"They're just a bunch of trash! My hidden talents are many times more powerful than the emperor's. You can just feel the fear like this."

With a look of ridicule and contempt on his face, he defeated the Emperor and Minis, killed the mastermind Nokron, and returned to the pinnacle of his life.

Married to Bai Fumei Aurora, took charge of the heavenly artifact - the jade butterfly Xiwei, and became the unprecedented contemporary emperor of heaven. He established the Wushu Heavenly Court and began to promote the era and move towards all heavens and worlds.

Click, click, click!

Next to him, Wharton was snapping pictures from all angles, "Hahaha! Black history, black history! Another person's dark history!"

Even another Wharton came after him and came to the stage to shoot the stage character above, "I'll come too!"

Xi Wei just shook her head.

Not only her body, but also the crazy matryoshka dolls of the Zhu Wu clan were stolen.

These layers of dreams are also filled with countless matryoshka dolls. How can they break through them quickly and easily?

at this time.

Xi Wei was sitting in the audience and suddenly heard a strange coughing sound.

cough!

Ahem!

It was the familiar cough of the Emperor. The sound was hollow and getting clearer, but it gave people an inexplicable feeling of weirdness and horror.

For no reason, Xi Wei only felt a chill.

This coughing sound was like a sign of the appearance of certain monsters in horror movies. Hearing it again and again, it gradually began to take on an inexplicable horror color.

"Emperor, I know you are right in front of me."

Xiwei stood up directly, and her eyes fell on Emperor Wu Tian again.

The battle of the strong is influenced by various factors such as state of mind, force, trump cards, and system restraint. A truly strong person will make reasonable use of everything.

As a Heavenly Dao, she was able to reach this point because the weak defeated the strong.

Relying on passive defense and almost no aggression, one person can fight to this extent.

And she also knew that the real expert in defeating the strong with the weak, the genius in technique, was the emperor of martial arts, the emperor.

"boom!"

The next moment, Xiwei controlled the spotlight on the entire stage, and each chip quickly covered Emperor Zhu Qi on the stage, crazily increasing the output power of the dream.

Light envelops.

She wanted to use this method to concentrate her strength and find out the other party's existence.

Boom!

Every layer of matryoshka on Zhu Qi's body has been penetrated by the dream realm, and is forcibly brought into the dream for detection, hypnosis, and temptation.

And just then.

"Ahem, cough, cough, you finally found me."

Among the layers of matryoshka heads on Zhu Qi's body, a figure began to peel off and detached from Zhu Qi's head.

Wow~!

Then a horrifying scene appeared.

The brain fragments gradually gathered on the ground.

The strange growth of flesh and blood gradually transformed into a slender man.

This young man is dressed in white robes. He is pure and clean, giving people a sense of calm and elegance. His temperament is natural, and he is the most powerful true god. At a glance, it is true.

Xi Wei's eyes suddenly became solemn, and she slowly stood up, showing a truly solemn look, "You finally showed up. With your character, you should be eager for this peak battle, so you won't wake them up, right?"

"This is natural." The emperor nodded.

"Then let's go outside and fight!"

Seeing that the other party had taken the bait, Xiwei secretly thought to herself that he was indeed a martial arts fanatic.

She has been planning this battle a long time ago!

Heavy calculations.

And although there were some minor discrepancies in the development of everything, for example, Emperor Wu Tian was still alive and actually attacked his own defenses, and he had to bring them here to start a second back-up force.

But it is also developing according to its own general route.

In a fight with the Emperor, she didn't think she would lose.

With the blessing of Heavenly Dao, in the state of harmony, his fighting talent will not be weaker than that of the Emperor.

What about hard power?

She has more than ten layers of matryoshka dolls and has the strength of thousands of rings.

The Son of Heaven is only about one hundred and ten rings.

Although he has completed racial differentiation and become a special life form, his actual combat power may only be about one or two hundred levels.

I am overwhelmed by my own strength and equal in talent. With the support of the common people, it is not that I cannot defeat the BOSS!

Yes.

Everyone else thought she was the BOSS, but Xiwei thought the other party was the boss, so she became extremely vigilant.

She believed that Emperor Zhu Qitian could stop the other party back then, and she can do the same now!

And there is only one way to win against the Emperor.

Bullying the small with the big!

Only by crushing the opponent with a huge gap in realm, energy, quantity and huge gap can you win.

The next moment, Xiwei and Tianzi came directly to the outside world and took action quickly.

The two people collided instantly.

The martial arts and wisdom of the common people are Xiwei’s wisdom.

"open!!"

She hummed softly, and her hair grew and lengthened rapidly, turning into black knives, guns, and swords. She stood there without defending and started attacking directly.

The martial arts spirit and vigor bred in each weapon are at their peak, as if there are hundreds of geniuses fighting with their own artistic conception.

"One person is all living beings."

The emperor was slightly surprised, his body shape changed like a colorful butterfly, dancing gracefully, avoiding weapon attacks, and said softly:

"With this kind of physique and strength, I didn't expect that the dull and simple methods of the head-lowering master clan can have such an effect. Emperor Zhu Qitian and you are really impressed by me."

The descending master clan is a simple way.

It seems that the head can have countless shapes, such as a spatula, a pagoda, a sword, and a wine flask. But most of them are fancy daily artifacts.

The type of head that is really suitable for fighting must be a head with a blood-drop shape with sweeping hair, which is most suitable for attacking and maximizing its performance.

But even so, with the hair tied up and the head covered, this move is indeed too simple.

There are countless martial arts in martial arts, and countless witchcraft among wizards, but this lineage of head-dropping masters only has toggle skills.

Today, there is a change!

Xiwei kept colliding, "My clan has no power to protect itself and can only be parasitic! And this witchcraft system, which uses the body as a layer and gathers the power of everyone, can perfectly serve as the shell of heaven."

"That's true." The emperor smiled and said, "It's a perfect match."