"Ding Ding Dangdang..." The boy was still mining.

The eighteenth floor dream is full of food. You can find a place in the wild to fill your stomach.

This gave the boy more energy to wield the mine pickaxe and explore the mystery of his dreams.

As the jingling sound extended very orderly, the mine pickaxe once again showed a strange point, inspiring a small digital chain, and the boy showed a fascinating smile.

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

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

I don’t know how long it has been, the boy straightened his waist and looked at the fine ore on the ground, nodded and said, “It should be about to break through the bottleneck. My father has deep expectations for me, but I only realize today that strength has never been given by others, but it has to be fought for by myself! The strength of others is not called strength, but only by my own strength can it be a guarantee for walking in the world.”

"So I am looking forward to breaking through myself. In addition, I would like to thank the Demon Lord, who puts his power in the bright spots, but people are often blinded by the interests in front of them!"

The boy squatted down and picked up two ores carved into Panlong and Caifeng, and said to himself: "I was just lucky and got this pickaxe with always firmness, so I could never mine high-end ore, so I had to find a way to add additional value. Carving ore with ease is just a small path. If I could crack the mystery of the digital chain, I might be able to turn decay into magic and go to the next level..."

The time was not long, and the boy found another secluded low-level ore vein and continued to wield the pickaxe to start the mine.

Although he has been to a high-end mining area, he has never moved a piece of ore in a high-end mining area. In fact, even if he wants to move, he cannot chew the pickaxe.

The boy was stubborn, and he could accumulate some money to buy those powerful mining tools.

However, he never gave up the pickaxe in his hand from beginning to end, because he felt that the pickaxe was himself, and 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 used the pickaxe in my hand to dig it forever and never waver.

It is precisely because he has never moved a piece of ore in a high-level mining area that he cannot mine even if he sees an open-pit mine, so the divine beasts guarding the mine veins are disdainful to him.

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

One thousand five hundred dreams can be restarted in a day, and each dream can last for up to one lifetime, that is, one hundred and eighty years.

In this way, 1,500 dreams are equal to 270,000 years, and that is the real time passing by, changing in the world and passing by.

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

Although this situation has been encountered before, it is not as strong as it is now. When the pickaxe touches the ore vein, it makes a crisp "ding" sound, and then the firmness of the essence actually returns to zero.

"Huh?" This phenomenon attracted the attention of the teenager.

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

The indelible "one" disappeared briefly, which shows that the so-called indelible is not reliable, and the firmness will still return to zero.

"I am indeed stable enough, but I forgot the crucial point. Breaking through myself is seeking change. Since I seek change, I cannot stick to the rules! So when the firmness becomes zero and towards the moment when the rebound is rebounded, can I wield a completely different pickaxe?"

"Okay, I hope those who stand behind the scenes that influence me can do it again."

The boy was not stupid. He had problems around him several times, so he naturally guessed the root cause. Unexpectedly, he quit, and his brothers and sisters had not given up yet and wanted to kill him.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding..." The pickaxe sputtered out bright light and penetrated into the soil layer. The ore and soil naturally separated and automatically shattered into palm-sized slices.

If anyone sees this kind of situation, it will definitely find it incredible.

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

The boy adjusted his mindset and waited for the moment of zeroing to come, 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 rapidly towards the body, and the firmness of the essence returned to zero in an instant.

"It's now!" The boy didn't care about the heart-devouring power generated by the black smoke, or he was waiting to return to zero. At this moment, he didn't notice that the black smoke was about to swallow his body and mind.

Suddenly, a mysterious and unpredictable trajectory was drawn from the pickaxe, colliding with the ore veins.

The boy stared at the top of the pickaxe and saw a huge number of numbers appearing in front of the pickaxe, crawling around like a centipede, and gaining a sense of enlightenment.

"Crack..." The dazzling thunder and lightning strikes hit, causing multiple changes.

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

Unexpectedly, someone applauded at this time.

"Smack it..."

"Excellent! It's so wonderful. I just entered the 18th level of dreamland and saw such a master. I was both surprised and admired."

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

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

"My name?" The young man was slightly stunned, instinctively removed the identity of the young shopkeeper, and raised his chest and said, "I'm going down the Tieyang Xiaori!"

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

"Teacher? Who is your teacher?"

"When it comes to my teacher, he is the famous Demon Lord Zhou Lie. But I have only seen two sides with the teacher. Most of the time I have helped three senior brothers and several master's wives, and learned a lot of mixed skills. Master Qiqi secretly told me that the dream game is of great significance, so if you want to learn skills, you have to work hard here! Look, isn't I here? I happened to see you guys, we are about the same age and there should be no generation gap in our relationship. Talking with those monks who are always second-grade and second-grade peaks, even if I have a good mentality, I will be suppressed. Haha, I finally found a similar friend."

"Are you a child of the Demon Lord's family?" Tie Yang Xiaori felt dizzy. In his eyes, a person of this level can be said to be superior. Do you have the ability to make friends with the other party?

"Well, my father died as a death warrior in order to make me live a good life, and he exchanged his life for a chance to guide me! Fortunately, my uncle did not give up on himself and survived that difficult period. After that, the luck came and the city walls could not stop him. In order to make up the number, the Demon King brought me to the school, but he was basically in a state of stocking. So I am very pitiful, don't reject me."
Chapter completed!