The master of the Dragon King's Palace who was responsible for receiving the newcomers swallowed his saliva and asked cautiously.
"Punch through the ground and come here."
Wu Chong glanced at these people and found that they were not weak in strength. Each of them had a cultivation level of about a hundred years, and the one who spoke was nearly three hundred years old. In the spiritual world of Baihe God, this strength is comparable to
Better than the first time I met Tian Centipede.
Penetrate the ground?!
"Let me ask you something, doesn't anyone farm in your area?"
Wu Chong had been observing for so long because he wanted to know how the people in the Dragon King's Mansion became stronger. He didn't see anyone cultivating spiritual fields, nor did he see anyone looting everywhere. But if there were neither, how did these people change?
Strong.
"ah?"
The person in charge who was originally going to ask questions felt dizzy and felt that there was something wrong with the process. But after looking at the fierce figure of the toad spirit opposite, he decided to reason with him.
"Forget it, it looks like you don't know either."
This man was so dull that Wu Chong didn't bother to ask any more questions. He might as well go out and take a look himself.
Turn around and open the door behind you.
Bang!
A big hole was knocked out on the top of the door. This house is already quite big. With a door of more than ten meters, normal people can enter and exit, but the toad spirit of Mr. Wu's house, which is more than twenty meters tall, is a little beyond the design specifications.
.
The scalps of several people in charge of reception were numb. When they saw Wu rushing out, they could only get up and follow him quickly. This toad spirit couldn't run around, otherwise they wouldn't be able to withstand it if it got out of the basket. They just stopped as soon as they went out.
They stopped walking because they saw a terrifying figure floating over from a distance.
"It's that adult!"
A flash of panic flashed in the eyes of several people, and they quickly retreated to their original rooms, no longer caring about Wu Chong.
This is?
After leaving the reception room, Wu Chong saw huge balloons floating in the air, endless, like dreamy bubbles, filling the entire sky.
The insides of these balloons are colorful, and the outside is connected with a slender thread that extends into the material world below. Wu Chong walked to a balloon and observed carefully, and found that the insides of these balloons were like one small world after another, with countless people
Living inside, their thoughts and desires are intertwined, sucked away by the bubbles, and collected.
Looking from this angle, I don't know how many similar bubbles there are in front, spreading to the end of the world.
Good guy!
He has transformed the entire second level of the spiritual world into a spiritual field. He is a great landowner!
"This is the Dream Mushroom, specially used to collect mortal thoughts and purify spiritual energy."
A strange man with a pale mask suddenly appeared on Wu Chong's shoulder. Except for a mask, the rest of the body was covered with gray mist. It was constantly twisting and twisting, which was very strange.
"You came from the spiritual realm controlled by other gods, right?"
Before Wu Chong could speak, the weirdo said to himself.
"Every year, there are some people who come from other spiritual worlds, but most of them are waste materials eliminated by other spiritual worlds, or wastes that survived by chance after death in a certain spiritual world. You are different! You are very strong, even me
You can't even tell the depth." As he spoke, the weirdo turned into a cloud of smoke and walked around Wu Chong to observe...
"Are you here to plunder? I heard that the Lord likes to do this. He unified many places in the material world and annexed the corresponding spiritual worlds in these places."
The weirdo suddenly stopped as he spoke, flew in front of Wu Chong, and asked with his pale masked face facing Wu Chong.
"You are not the Lord, are you?"
The masked weirdo didn't know what magic he had practiced to enter the spiritual world. This was the first time Wu Chong had encountered him in this form.
"Are all the fields here cultivated this way?"
Wu Chong ignored this weirdo. He was concerned about his own path back to the void. Looking at the endless mushroom field in front of him, he felt that the previous farming method of Heifeng Village in the spiritual world was a bit conservative.
Only by vigorously cultivating the land can we have more
Much harvest.
"Farming is a very profound knowledge, and Mugutian was developed by Lord Dragon King by combining spiritual plants." As if the masked weirdo didn't know what the secret was, he spun back to the ground again.
The translucent gray tail supports his body and floats around.
"It's not the Lord. The Lord would definitely not be so polite."
This guy's brain circuit is not very normal, he is floating here and there, and he says some random and illogical words from time to time.
Wu rushed over and poked the bubble in front of him with his hand. This thing was very soft and felt like a bubble. When he poked his finger into it, he could still feel the cry inside. It seemed as if something had been squeezed.
But when I looked carefully, there was nothing there.
"Are you here to join the Dragon King?"
The masked monster ignored Wu Chong's behavior and kept flying around him.
"Why would a being as powerful as you leave the original spiritual world? The runes corresponding to each spiritual world are different, and each god is also different. If you leave the original spiritual world, everything in the past will be lost.
To clear it, you need to start refining it again."
The masked weirdo was chirping as if he hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time.
Are the runes different in each place?
Wu Chong stopped his movements and looked back at the masked monster. This was the first time he had heard of this news, but now that he thought about it carefully, he found that the runes on the White River God and the Black God were really different.
The runic power he currently possesses was obtained from the Black God from the Eternal Department.
loss!
If I had known that Baihe God still had wool to collect, I should have finished gathering the wool before leaving. But now that I know it is not too late, when I have the opportunity to go back and chat with Baihe God again someday, I believe that I will still welcome him.
"Who are the gods here? Do the gods here have no objection to the Dragon King's modification of this spiritual world?" Wu Chong looked back at the masked weirdo and asked.
This guy seemed to have a high status. The minions who had just come in earlier all backed away after seeing this person. Although Wu Chong didn't pay special attention to him, he still noticed it with his spiritual consciousness.
He made a little fuss in the spiritual world of Baihe God, and those gods came to him. It stands to reason that someone should have come to him for farming so aggressively as the Dragon King. But now the place is harmonious, and he didn't see it.
to anything that doesn't look right.
"The deity here is the God of Disaster. She doesn't manage the spiritual world very much. She is unconscious most of the time, and she doesn't care about the Dragon King's transformation of the spiritual world."
The masked weirdo really knows.
Are they just gods who don't care about anything? Sure enough, the world is so big and full of wonders.
"Only the spiritual world where gods are sleeping is the upper spiritual world. The great people occupy this kind of spiritual world. If the gods in the spiritual world you have been to are awake, then it will be difficult for that spiritual world to develop.
Even the Millennium Overhaul is not allowed to appear." The masked weirdo said.
I just said that the Xiguo area is so unattended.
It turns out that the White River God is a big trap! Because of her existence, the spiritual world is so desolate and there are so few strong people. Those strong people are too lazy to go.
It turns out that what I was plowing was wasteland!