Please ask the dream

...April 28, 465 of the New Calendar, Saturday, early morning, somewhere in the Dreamland...

"I didn't expect that logging into Dreamland in such an environment with sparse G·I particles would have such benefits... If we can attack as a group, the safety of exploration will be greatly improved!"

In the woods, a group of architects were chatting casually. There was a huge gap between time in the dreamland and the outside world, which allowed them to make corrections and preparations leisurely.

As we all know, prepared architects and unprepared architects are completely different concepts. It is a truth that every architect understands to be fully prepared before fighting.

"Gathering together is convenient for the strategy, but the drop rate in this area with sparse G·I particles is not only low, but also easy to encounter some strange things, not to mention the problem of disconnection. If it is in the wild, it will be fine, but if it really happens In the City of Shadows, I’m afraid it’s not... Bah! If it’s such an easy shortcut to use, it’s your turn?”

The man leaning against the tree to cut branches curled his lips, and then looked at the red-haired young man beside him——

"Roland, why hasn't your team's Flashing Sword Fimir come yet? Didn't he come in with you?"

"I don't know, maybe you went to rob the aboriginal caravan again?" Roland replied nonchalantly, but his attention was entirely on the complicated "magic array" in front of him.

"Who do you think is also in this dreamland?" Suddenly, someone asked. Everyone in the forest paused for a moment, and then someone said:

"It can't be that easy. This is the Xiongling Mountains! Entering the dreamland without anyone keeping watch, isn't this looking for death?"

"Perhaps he is more confident in his perception? After all, he is a ruthless character who can single-handedly escape from being chased and intercepted by a regular army."

Someone made a haha, and another person responded:

"I think his strength is completely due to his military soul. He beat Hongying and cut melons and vegetables because the civilians in the country thought he could defeat Hongying. Now that he has no military soul, he is just an ordinary war architect who can How strong is that?”

"It's better not to be careless." The young man who whittled the wooden stick inserted the whittled stick into the ground and circled a cylindrical area. Although he said this, he probably had the same idea in his heart.

In other words, all the colleagues present at this time basically have this idea. As for those madmen who want to fight the legendary strong men, they will not wander into dreams on the way to pursue them.

"I'm almost ready. Is there anyone starting a group?"

Roland, who was drawing the magic circle, stood up, as if he no longer wanted to wait for his friends. After hearing his words, several more mercenaries raised their hands.

It is quite rare in the outside world to form a group to explore the dreamland. After all, the dreamland itself is a collection of dreams. Even if you sleep in the same bed, it is difficult to have the same dream. Therefore, the distance between the dreamland and the dreamland is shortened through real physical distance. It's impossible.

Now that they have such an opportunity, they now have the confidence to knock down a brick from an ancient ruin that they normally would not dare to touch.

This is not a description, but a real brick-and-mortar!

You must know that everything in the dreamland can be regarded as the crystallization of the consciousness of intellectual creatures. These things often change and dissipate at an extremely fast speed. Only those things that contain strong beliefs, profound will, or are enough to last forever. Only the consciousness of wisdom can truly survive as an "antique".

Therefore, whatever remains in the form of "ancient relics" in the dreamland, even a piece of rag, is likely to reveal extremely precious remnants of consciousness.

If placed in the outside world, it might be an "imitation" that some people dreamed up unintentionally, but for this inaccessible mountain forest, such a classical temple would most likely be a real relic from ancient times.

Although those aborigines are in some trouble, with so many architects forming a group and consuming them in waves, there can always be something gained.

But at this moment, a strange noise suddenly woke everyone up.

The original laughter suddenly stopped in an instant, and the eyes of most people also glanced in the direction of the voice at the same time——

It was a young man who looked to be in his mid-twenties at most, wearing a decent suit, but the pair of prisoner shoes with the logo of the Hive Prison looked a bit eye-catching.

A long sword with a black handle and a black sheath hung on his waist. He looked sunny and cheerful, but also had a not-so-strong artistic temperament. A fallen leaf floated down at this time, surrounding his body, It whirled and fell to the ground.

"It's him!"

"Doesn't it seem very strong?"

"How can this guy with such a great reputation pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger?"

All kinds of thoughts arise in everyone's mind. The next moment, the messy G·I particles form completely different G·I force fields under various light effects.

The more architect groups the better, because G·I particles have limits. If their own architectures are not complementary and there is no unified architect to help organize, too many architects in a unit space will only lead to The number of G·I particles at one's disposal decreases, which is why even though there is a large group of people, they still have to fight in groups.

But at this moment, no one will give up the opportunity to use the framework. Regardless of their words, they all think that Feng Xue is not good enough. When they saw it, they were also affected by Daiyu Burying Flowers. They felt that this was a weak person, but facing such a A long-established strong man, whoever dares to be careless will not survive now!

"There are so many!"

Feng Xue shook his head, but everything in front of him froze at this moment. The names flashed on the high-speed rotating turntable. He looked at the forty-odd architects and couldn't help but crack his lips. If he met so many people in reality, He must have run away, but now——

"The me in Meat Pigeon is super strong~!"

The roulette wheel stopped at this moment, and the name emerged——

Daisuke Namikawa.

"Good guy, I call you good guy. This one is even more heavyweight. There are too many choices... But you have to consider what I can support. Ulquiorra may not be able to support it. Hisoka? Bean Daddy? Me I remember that this guy was even paired with Yang Lai... Unfortunately, it's just a trial version of Dreamland. If you can get it in real life, maybe you can use Kidd to see if you can get the magnetic field to rotate..."

Feng Xue murmured in his heart, but as he chose his ability, he instantly gave up the idea of ​​"asking a god to take over".

"Then let's fight!"

At the moment when time flows, the long sword is unsheathed inch by inch, the wind blows by his ears, and the power of life surges in his left hand.

Restless notes exploded in the air, and the drum beats of unknown meaning seemed to stir up blood!

"He's only one person! Come on!"

With the standard step-by-step speech, the fastest architect had already arrived in front of Feng Xue. However, as if he had already seen through all his attack intentions, a sword light suddenly swung away the short sword he thrust out. The sword stopped even for a moment, and the long sword had already cut across his neck.

As if he were strolling past the architect, Feng Xue pointed the tip of his sword and deflected the flying bullets. The explosive projectiles exploded, but when the smoke spread, there were two dead heads.

"Is this the only level you have?" Feng Xue held a sword in one hand, and his oppressive speech made his aura even stronger. But at this moment, a warning sign suddenly appeared in his mind, a scarlet red one. Big characters appeared in his field of vision——

"Danger!"