There was a shaking and a violent impact that jolted the carriage hard, and the wheels were somewhat deformed.
"What's going on? Why did you suddenly hit a boulder?"
"Go and see if my uncle is okay."
Nian Hong's anxious voice came from outside the carriage. In her understanding, her uncle was a weak scholar. If she was knocked or touched, how would she explain to the lady when she went back?
"Detached."
In the carriage, Wu Chong looked at the world that had returned to normal, knowing that he had been 'lucky' to avoid a silhouette plot. After giving him time to breathe, he raised his hand and looked at the melted hands and feet and the carriage next to him, and found that
Everything is normal.
All previous experiences seemed to be hallucinations.
Winter winter winter!
There was a knock on the door outside the carriage, and Nian Hong's voice rang out.
"Uncle, are you okay?"
"fine."
Wu Chong stepped out of the carriage and found that the sunset outside had completely set, leaving only a few clouds still emitting their last light. The general darkness enveloped them and began to eat away at the final tranquility.
I looked back at the carriage and found that the axle was broken.
Well done!
If the axle hadn't broken this time, his trip around the world would have been in vain.
"It's not all luck."
Wu Chong's eyes fell on Nian Hong, and he found that from just now, Nian Hong had been emitting a steady stream of breath. It was this breath that protected him and pulled him back from the edge of being lost.
Wu Chong was very familiar with this breath.
It is the destiny of his wife Ling Zhujun in this world to be the 'son of the world'.
The effects of marrying a wife started to show.
Maybe Silhouette didn't expect that he would be stabbed in the back by his own side's 'Children of the World', causing his final attack to fall short.
"If you miss this opportunity, it will be my turn next time."
Wu Chong's eyes flickered and he climbed onto a group of horses.
"Ride away, and the car will be abandoned here."
"yes."
When Dai Yong and other guards heard this, they quickly got on their horses and prepared to set off. Nian Hong had a dull look on her face. Looking at Wu Chong on the horse, she vaguely felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell for a while.
On horseback, Wu Chong's eyes fell on the panel.
Character: Wu Chong
Realm: The third realm of calligraphy and painting (weakened)
Seeing the two words after realm, Wu Chong immediately understood the danger just now. The silhouette almost replaced him with the way of knowledge and cultivation that he represented. Once the replacement was successful, the school of delusion he created would become nothing. Wang
The seven of them and all the members of the Black Wind Village below will "wake up from a dream" and have the illusion that they have had a very long dream.
People like Ma Qiang are even worse off. If they are deprived of their magical powers, they will most likely become idiots.
"The battle between avenues..."
Wu Chong's eyes were fixed on the word "weak", and the corresponding information soon emerged.
'The side sects suppressed by the Dao of Knowledge and Practice, within half a month, the power of the delusional sect has dropped by 75%, and the power of magical powers has dropped by 75%. The possibility of enlightenment has been easily changed, and there is a tendency to become a wild fox Zen.'
Looking at the series of negative effects above, Wu Chong's eyelids jumped wildly.
This time it was a big loss.
The world master who has the home field advantage is really difficult to deal with.
The weirdest thing is that Wu Chong didn't figure out where the silhouette was from the beginning to the end.
Although he knew that the opponent had reduced his dimension to the same level as his in the surface world, he still could not capture the opponent's position. He also failed to grasp the source of the 'innate power' that attacked him. This traceless attack method is different from other cognitive methods.
Cultivation is completely different.
"We need to find ways to avoid this flaw."
Wu Chong was thinking about countermeasures, and one plan after another flashed through his mind.
After this attack, the convoy returned to calm again. It didn't encounter any abnormalities until it entered Luming County, where the Ling family is located.
The bright moon hangs high.
After driving for two hours in the dark night, the group finally returned to Luming County.
As soon as he entered the city gate, Wu Chong saw Ling Zhujun in a black dress standing at the door waiting for him, followed by a group of people. Several people inside had fluctuations in consciousness cultivation. The strongest one had surpassed the previous ones.
In this world, Situ Pengcheng was suppressed by Wu Chong.
It can be seen from this that Ling Zhujun has not lived in vain in the past few years since he left. At least in this generation of Luming County, she has become the absolute overlord, and no one dares to disobey her anymore.
"How did you come back on horseback?"
Ling Zhujun walked a few steps quickly and stepped forward to hold the white horse under Wu Chong's seat.
As he spoke, his eyes fell on Nian Hong, who was following him all the way, wanting to know if something unexpected had happened.
"The axle is broken."
Sensing Ling Zhujun's gaze, Nian Hong quickly got off his horse and reported the situation.
Ling Zhujun frowned, and his power spread, and the others subconsciously closed their mouths.
"Go back first."
Wu Chong put a hand on Ling Zhujun's head, knocking back the female city lord's aura.
"My husband is suffering outside."
Looking at Wu Chong who had changed a lot, Ling Zhujun felt deeply guilty.
My husband is a scholar, and now he has begun to practice martial arts. You can imagine how difficult it is to live outside. It's all because I'm not strong enough to protect him from the wind and rain. Thinking of this, Ling Zhujun's eyes flashed with murderous intent.
It is also time for the old guys in the family to step aside and make way for the next generation.
Wu Chong naturally didn't know that his external changes would make Ling Zhujun think so much. Now his mind was full of how to deal with the trouble caused by the silhouette. He thought of several plans on the way, including several ways to break the situation, but these
It all needs to be tried before it can be truly implemented.
After dinner, go to bed.
Blow out the lamp and take a rest.
Ling Zhujun lay on the bed and stroked Wu Chong's face distressedly.
The white-faced scholar in her impression had a somewhat weathered face, and the muscles on his arms looked like they were developed through practicing martial arts.
If you don’t have the qualifications to practice knowledge, you can only practice these superficial moves.
To get to this point, how much hard work must have been put in over the past few years!
"Husband, can you tell me about your experiences in the past few years?" Although he had already known about it through other channels, Ling Zhujun still wanted to hear Wu Chong tell him personally.
"Outside......"
Wu Chong thought for a while and prepared to tell the truth to Ling Zhujun, but he didn't want to have that strange feeling come over him again as soon as he opened his mouth.
"So fast?!"
Wu Chong was shocked. He didn't expect Silhouette to be so cruel. He took action again before a day had passed.
With the emergence of strange feelings, Ling Zhujun in front of him became blurry, the candlelight was distorted, and his voice became longer. Even his thoughts slowly became dull. Wu Chong wanted to raise his hand, but found that his consciousness had passed dozens of times.
Xi's fingers moved a little.
"Husband? Husband..."
Ling Zhujun shouted in front of Wu Chong, her face was full of worry, and her voice appeared in Wu Chong's mind through distorted transmission.