The picture was distorted. When Wu Chong opened his eyes again, he found that he was still lying on the deck chair in the yard. The shadow on the grape trellis covered his face, and combined with the afternoon temperature, it gave people a drowsy feeling.
.
"Out?"
Wu Chong looked at the grapes he held in his hand, and the water droplets on them had not yet fallen.
There is nothing more beautiful than this in a thousand years.
After his consciousness returned to his body, Wu Chong had a new understanding, and he could vaguely hear the silhouette's angry roar in his ears.
"That kind of power just now..."
Wu Chong recalled the entire process of the previous attack. He found that his sea of consciousness was dim, and there was a mysterious gray shrouded in the sea of consciousness, which made his consciousness covered with dust.
"A joint attack by five world lords? It turns out that the sea of consciousness can still be used in this way."
He subconsciously touched his chest with his hand.
Blood?
Is it projected from the sea of consciousness?
The severe pain was transmitted instantly, and after a crisp sound of 'Kacha', his chest collapsed. Not only that, there were also blood marks on the right side of his face from being beaten with a stone hammer, and half of his head was deformed.
Blood dripped from the wound, and he, who was originally unscathed, suddenly entered a state of serious injury and dying.
In my memory, memories of injuries emerged.
he got hurt.
He was injured by a stone hammer, but there was no murderer in his memory. This obviously contradictory memory actually appeared in his mind. One can imagine how brutal the power of the five world masters was. This reaction
Slow down, otherwise you will really fall into trouble. Although you won't die, your time will definitely be wasted and a lot of your original energy will be lost.
"I've never been hurt."
Wu Chong pressed his hand on the wound, and the power of delusion emerged.
The extra memories in his mind were quickly replaced by 'delusions', and the injuries on his body began to disappear strangely. Even the blood stained on his clothes flowed back in some unreasonable way.
, when the power disappeared, Wu Chong had returned to normal again.
He took a deep breath and stood up.
The muscles and bones of the whole body slowly relaxed, and the body hidden in front of Ling Zhujun was released bit by bit, and a ferocious aura swept across the entire courtyard.
At this moment, everyone standing in the courtyard felt a sense of joy.
Nian Hong's heart tightened as he looked at the account book, and he quickly looked into the courtyard.
In her field of vision, 'Uncle' was still sitting on the recliner and eating grapes leisurely. The picture was very harmonious.
The simple use of Luandao can create a reasonable existence for everyone who sees him. This method is even more convenient than the human skin technique of the past. The only trouble is that it has no combat effectiveness.
"Teacher, our forces in the other world have been attacked. Both the fourth and fifth junior brothers are dead. Others have also been attacked and have temporarily lost contact with me."
In the courtyard, a twisted figure was projected from the inner world.
The person who came was covered in blood, his right arm was missing, and he only had half his life left.
This person is none other than Wang Zhong.
During the period when Wu Chong was resting and retreating, Wang Zhong was in charge of all the Black Wind Strongholds in the other world. His contribution to the world's rapid progress in erosion was definitely not small.
"I see."
Wu Chong said expressionlessly.
Silhouette's attack was very ruthless and decisive. After attacking him here, Wang Zhong and others were attacked over there. The two were probably carried out at the same time. These world masters who can gain a foothold in endless chaos are not easy to
This generation is completely different from those ownerless worlds.
"There were many people who attacked us, and it was very chaotic. I saw the shadows of the four major Xiantian families inside, as well as the imperial court, some indigenous people, and even...traitors within our own ranks."
Wang Zhong looked at the teacher in front of him and carefully explained everything he knew.
He originally thought that he was very close to the teacher, but now it seems that he is still a little far away. Even standing in front of him, he still can't see clearly the strength of the teacher, and even whether the person in front of him is really
He couldn't even confirm the teacher.
The stronger you are, the more desperate you are.
"Don't worry, eat a grape." Wu Chong waved his hand to interrupt Wang Zhong.
This kind of rebellion is difficult for Wang Zhong to understand, and there is an illusion that everyone in the world is the enemy. But from Wu Chong's perspective, it is very simple. There is no need to care about those traitors.
He only needs to slightly modify the cognition of these people and use his hands and feet to their "consciousness". To put it more exaggeratedly, as long as Silhouette is willing, he can even change the cognition of these people in the world and turn them into
The goal of lifelong struggle has been changed to another one.
This is also the reason why the plans of the four great innate families have never been taken seriously.
Kill the gods?
God knows what these people will slaughter when the plan is completed.
Maybe it's just a stone.
Or a tree. As long as he is willing, he can change the 'god' in these people's knowledge into anything. The plan in his mind will also become an arrangement for the 'stone god' and the 'big tree god', and
It won't make them feel that something is wrong. If you are more rigorous, you can even trace back the memories of several generations and thousands of years in the past.
When the time comes that he needs guidance, he can watch the 'Child of the World' lead these people to carry out a vigorous 'God-killing Movement'. If he is bored, he can also play a role himself, such as the Son of the World teacher or something.
After all, this world is still the home of silhouettes.
Even he, the 'outer god', is suffering here, let alone these ants who haven't even jumped out of the world.
"I can't eat anymore, I'm too injured..."
Looking at the grapes handed over by Wu Chong, Wang Zhong shook his head. He only has half of his life left now. Not only his right arm is broken, but also his sea of consciousness has been broken. If it weren't for the special nature of the delusion, he might be alive now.
All are dead.
"Injured? Have you been injured?"
Wu Chong interrupted Wang Zhong and handed the grapes to him.
"I......"
Wang Zhong raised his hand subconsciously, and then his whole body froze.
The serious injury that was originally fatal disappeared at some point. Not only did it disappear, but the broken sea of consciousness was also repaired. His right arm was still the same as before it was broken. The most exaggerated thing is that even the rotten clothes on his body were repaired.
It was spotless and clean. Everything seemed like a dream, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false.
He subconsciously took the grapes.
It was cold in his hands, and he could feel the veins inside the grapes. When he put it in his mouth, the grape juice eroded his taste buds, telling him that this was not a dream.
My cultivation has improved again!
With a thought in Wang Zhong's mind, he sensed whether he was broken or not. The third realm of calligraphy and painting had once again broken through. Now he could draw the third 'god'.
"Have a good rest for two days, go back and call Wang Tong and the others over, and bring back the dead four and five."
As he said this, Wu Chong was afraid that they would not be able to recover the body, so he added another sentence.
"It's okay if you can't find the body. Just bring back two pieces of clothes."
"yes!"
Wang Zhong reacted instantly and responded quickly.
When I looked at the teacher again, the awe in my heart became even stronger. Reversal of life and death, ignoring logic! Is this the pinnacle of delusion?
He suddenly felt lucky that he was the teacher's disciple, otherwise his original ambition to become a master would have killed him a hundred times.