In the past, potions were no problem when they were apprentices, but now the value of potions that can also have an effect on the spiritual power of wizards is vastly different. The Awakening Elixir and the Tranquility Elixir are only the ones used by the apprentices, and he had barely prepared a bottle of the Tranquility Elixir before, although it was a substitute, but it had no effect at all when he drank it, which also proved that there was indeed a huge gap between the wizard and the apprentice.

He sat quietly for a while, unable to find any good solution for a while, and the problem was that his resources were too little.

"It's no wonder that so many wizards can only rely on water grinding kung fu to grind slowly, and they have been stuck everywhere at the original level for hundreds of years, it turns out that this improvement speed after the wizard is promoted, it is really too slow, it is estimated that those wizards who improve extremely fast should have concentrated a lot of resources together and forcibly improved. So why were the ancient wizards able to quickly improve and become stronger, and communicate with countless unknown worlds?"

He was lost in thought.

Whether it was Liliana's mentor at the academy that Ram answered, or the wizards who were hundreds of years old before, it seemed that it was difficult to improve without resources.

The exercise of mental power becomes stronger, in fact, it completely relies on the training of the organism itself, which is why the strength will be stagnant forever after the energy, and without the body, the mental power will not be strengthened and grown. Naturally, there is no way to go further.

The level of a wizard is almost entirely based on the level of witchcraft release, and the release of a witchcraft requires the corresponding spiritual power in one go. So the spiritual power basically represents the actual level of the wizard.

Anglie thought for a while, but he didn't come to any useful conclusions, but he secretly made up his mind that he would definitely explore the wizarding ruins of the ancient times when he had the opportunity in the future.

The so-called ruins now, including the island he had visited earlier, were no more distant than the ruins of thousands of years ago. And the real ancient ruins are estimated to be barely possible to find in the wider underground world, or in the depths of the distant and mysterious Endless Gem Sea.

Remove the black cloth covering the crystal lamp.

Anglie stretched out his right hand, and a meat bag quickly arched from his shoulder on the slightly silver skin, and the meat bag quickly moved to the palm of his hand, and then the skin slowly cracked, revealing a bunch of black keys inside.

Pick up this set of keys.

Angel held out his index finger and tapped it lightly on the silver keyring.

With a hiss, the keyring suddenly lit up, glowing with a white glow.

"Prepare to collect the hallucinatory model generation mechanism. Angelemer said.

'The 324th hallucination mechanism is collected, ready. Immediately the chip sent feedback.

Angle's eyes froze slightly. The hand holding the key flickered.

Crash

The key made a crunch.

Anglie closed his eyes, his palms warm.

When I open my eyes again. It was already dark.

He was still sitting in the same chair, but his surroundings were no longer visible.

Anglie could feel that in this darkness, it seemed that he was the only source of light.

Woo

A low roar like a leopard came faintly from all directions.

Angre stood up vigilantly, three lines of silver metal slowly emerging from his cheeks. His eyes instantly lit up with blue fluorescence, and countless dotted lines flowed through them, faintly emitting a bright blue halo in the darkness.

He suddenly took a step forward.

Syllable!

The sound of crisp footsteps continued to spread and echo rapidly in the darkness.

In the dark. With Ang as the center, a red point of light, like countless opened eyes, quickly spread in all directions. As if contagious and contaminated.

Red dots of light spread rapidly across the ground, reaching far beyond the boundary.

Laugh at!!

A streak of blood suddenly appeared on Anglie's right arm, and scarlet blood slowly flowed down his skin.

"The first stage?" Angre narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly raised his left hand, the hallucinatory imprint on his palm was black and shiny.

Laugh at!

Another thud stabbed from behind Angle.

Syllable!

The mark of the palm of the hand blocks the onrushing attack head-on. An unusually burning sensation suddenly came from the imprint.

The red eyes on the ground were also extinguished.

Snort!

In an instant, a series of breaking sounds rushed towards Anglie one after another. A whining roar also sounded in the darkness.

Black lines continued to stab around Angle, but each time he was fended off with the hallucinatory mark of his left hand with great speed.

Soon, as time went on, there were fewer and fewer red eyes on the ground.

Syllable!

After the last crunch, Angre fell back into darkness.

He gasped for air, sweat dripping down his forehead and sideburns. There were blood marks all over his face, and after taking a few deep breaths, he closed his eyes again.

Opened suddenly.

He had sat back in his chair.

The surroundings have not changed in the slightest. But everything, tables, crystal lamps, carpets, bookshelves, blah, blah, everything, including walls and floors.

It's slowly aging.

At a rate visible to the naked eye, everything is quickly becoming incredibly old.

The mahogany table top quickly attached a layer of white ash, and the color changed from dark red to pale red. Some tiny cracks emerge at the edges.

The lighting of the crystal lamp became weaker and weaker, and gradually dimmed completely.

The carpets, floors, and ceilings have changed from smooth and flat to rough and dull.

Anglie sat in his chair, his face unchanged.

"Second stage," he raised his right hand.

The pale silver skin, which was originally smooth and flat, was slowly becoming dull and lacklustre. A trace of wrinkles slowly emerged, accompanied by a small number of black-brown age spots.

"This time, I won't fall here again!" said Angle's face.

He slowly stood up, raised his left hand sharply, and grabbed his palm upward.

"Stydis!Mephilia!!!" he shouted.

The hallucinatory imprint on the palm of his hand suddenly bloomed into a black halo. A chaotic noise instantly filled the room.

The halo formed a black ball of light, and something seemed to be struggling to get out.

Minutes and seconds ticked by. Wrinkles began to appear on the skin of Anglie's face, and crow's feet stretched out of the corners of his eyes. The whole person also looked slightly rickety. But he still held his left hand high, holding the black ball of light.

I don't know how long it took.

Hiss!!

The ball of light was finally torn apart.

A huge creature slowly crawled out of the black halo.

A woman's body, the wings of a giant eagle, and a long snake tail.

The banshee was covered in black metallic scales, and she kept spitting long red snake letters from her mouth, hissing like a snake. The body of seven or eight meters long seemed to have no bones, and slowly wrapped around and crawled on Angle's body.

Anglie reached out and gently stroked the head of the Socrates Eagle Banshee, and the aging skin on his body quickly began to return to its original shape.

The banshee's golden pupils narrowed slightly, and the long black snake tail surrounded Anglie in a circle, coiled in the center.

Socrates Giant Eagle Banshee, her face is unusually delicate and beautiful, but her skin is black and metallic, with a cold and hard sheen. The hair is a cluster of black tentacles that are constantly twisting and moving. There were no hands, only a pair of black eagle wings, covered with steely black feathers.

hiss

The banshee hissed with delight, and her upper body was tightly wrapped around Anglie, like a pet.

Aang enumerated his left arm, and the banshee's body quickly shrank, turning into a strange snake more than a meter long, wrapped around his left arm. Affectionately leaned on Anglie's left shoulder.

"It's finally a complete success," a smile slowly appeared on Anglie's face.

He slowly walked away from the table, stood in front of the window, and gently pushed the glass window open.

Outside the window are still forests and lakes. But the sky was as pale yellow as it was at dusk. Everything was dyed with a layer of dusk and twilight.

It's as if the world outside has no life. Dead silence and silence.

"Is this the illusionary world that the key led me into, or is it the world that Socrates' last bloodline used the Key's properties to finally open?"

"Tell me, where is this?" he looked sideways at the banshee on his left shoulder.

"Hiss Nightmare," the banshee responded intermittently.

"Nightmare World?" Anglie was slightly stunned, and he suddenly realized that what he was now walking on seemed to be the path of wizards in ancient times.

During this time, he continued to test the hallucinatory imprint of the mutation in his palm, as well as the strange string of keys. Through the external temptation of the chip with the principle of the black box, he gradually mastered the method of using the key to enhance the hallucinatory mark on his hand, although he did not know the principle, but the method was tentative.

And when the imprint is strengthened to a qualitative change, the result is actually like this. He originally thought it was just an illusion, but he didn't expect it

"In that case, I'm likely to be the bloodline of a Socrates Eagle Banshee, pulled into the Nightmare World. Anglie's mind flowed, and he quickly sorted out all the possibilities.

Legend has it that the Socrates Eagle Banshee had the ability to drag creatures into the fantasy world, but no one knew that their so-called illusion world was actually the legendary nightmare world.

Discorded, weird, mysterious, and a powerful world like a nightmare, the nightmare world, which belongs to one of the countless mysterious worlds of ancient times, is definitely one of the worlds that ancient wizards came into contact with the most.

To this day, the bloodlines of many of the creatures of the Nightmare World are still circulating in the Sea of Gems.

None of this is illusory.

Angelel gently stroked the snake banshee on her left arm. The hallucinatory imprint in the palm of his hand slowly sent a stream of information, all about the inheritance knowledge of entering and exiting the world, which was the inheritance of the Socrates Giant Eagle Banshee, or the inheritance left in this world.

"I'd better go back first, this is really not what I can get involved in now. "Anglie knows that even the ancient wizards of ancient times are cautious when entering other worlds, after all, the laws and laws of different worlds are different, and there may be some creatures that attack in a weird way and cannot be defended, so there are not a few high-level wizards who have fallen.

Angre raised his left hand and pressed the palm imprint forward.

A circle of translucent ripples swayed from the palm of your hand.

He suddenly stood up from his seat, finally realizing that he had completely returned to reality.

In the "Nightmare World", a bright and smooth metal mirror suddenly appeared in front of Angliel.

His current face is reflected in the mirror. The original blue eyes have completely turned into golden vertical pupils, which are the same vertical pupils as the giant eagle banshee.

"I really didn't expect it" Angre raised his hand and looked at the imprint on his palm, which seemed to be even darker. Like a black crack in the palm of your hand, leading to an unknown dark place.

(To be continued)