However, we will study these things later. The top priority is to send warmth to the five farming people.
Thinking of this, Wu Chong walked back to the unbroken area, tore up a piece of paper that had been curled up from the ground, and put it into the palm of his hand. The full-level consciousness and cultivation induction was instantly integrated into the paper. The familiar context appeared again. At the beginning The purpose of cultivating consciousness to the maximum level is to deal with this situation where the enemy cannot be found.
"This direction."
Wu Chong opened his eyes, tore open the paper wall in front of him, and jumped into the darkness.
If the consciousness of ordinary people falls into this dark space, they may lose their way and turn themselves into a vegetative state in the outside world. But for Wu Chong, this darkness has no effect. He can even escape the chaotic sea of the derived world. I have done it several times and this imitation space is not challenging at all.
Wu Chong followed the pattern of the paper and walked for who knows how long until he saw a door.
The door is an old-fashioned big iron door with a big golden lock on it, so that the 'dream' outside cannot pass through the door and intrude on the existence inside. However, this method cannot stop Wu Chong. In this area In the space of consciousness, everything has no mass. The so-called iron door is just another kind of 'paper'!
He flew over and kicked the door.
Peng!
The door burst open, and he tumbled in.
Inside was an antique room, completely different from the previous paper world. Here, Wu Chong actually felt the familiar logic of the world, and the things in the world became no different from the real ones, no longer from Paper Lake.
"storehouse?"
Wu Chong stood up and took a look at his surroundings. He picked up a piece of porcelain on the red wooden box next to him.
It's cold in hand and quite heavy.
Before he could take a closer look, the door next to him suddenly opened.
A dark figure broke in from outside. After seeing Wu Chong, he babbled a lot of things that he couldn't understand.
Seeing that Wu Chong didn't speak, the dark figure came towards him with a double-flowered axe.
"World Lord? No..."
Wu Chong originally thought it was the silhouette of a stone hammer, but upon closer inspection, he realized something was wrong. The black figure's body was more burly, and the surface of his body was not a pure black silhouette, but had the same aura as him.
The moment Wu Chong paused, the black figure's ax had already come down.
"Can you speak?"
Wu Chong avoided his body and tried to ask.
The answer he received was another slap.
After confirming that this thing couldn't communicate, Wu Chong didn't bother to waste any more time. After dodging to avoid the attack, he made a fist with his right hand and punched it.
Katcha!
The black shadow, who was about to swing the ax to attack again, was hit in the face by this punch, and his head exploded on the spot.
With Wu Chong's current strength, if he could kill the World Lord with just one punch, no normal life would be able to withstand it.
The jet-black figure that exploded lay on its back and fell to the ground. The double-flowered ax fell to one side and made two large pits on the ground. Strange cracks spread along the large pits, and not only the jet-black figure died. There were cracks even in Wu Chong's feet.
"Glass?"
Wu Chong reacted instantly.
There are basic rules in this world, but not many.
The world is no longer made of paper, but has become fragile glass. When he first bought the porcelain, he thought it was a bit strange, but now after taking a closer look, he found that this thing was indeed a glass product. Even he thought it was a glass product at first.
After knocking on the mahogany box, I found that it was also made of glass. Everything in this warehouse is made of glass!
Winter winter winter!
There was a sound outside again, as dull as a drum.
Hit three times.
Wu Chong raised his head and looked outside along the door opened by the dark shadow. He found three dark shadow monsters carrying big axes shouting and rushing towards them. These guys, like the previous ax monsters, had no way to communicate at all.
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Wu Chong casually picked up the two axes on the ground and rushed out.
The moment the three pitch-black figures were about to take action, his ax passed first. The rotating ax was like a boomerang, drawing a semicircular arc in the air. The three pitch-black figures rushing over happened to be on this arc.
above.
The light of the ax flashed, and the three people fell down in response.
Before Wu Chong could relax, the strange drum sound appeared again.
Winter winter winter winter winter!
This time it was struck five times.
Almost in sync with the sound, the moment the drum beat disappeared, several dark figures rushed out from the other side of the street, exactly five in number.
This strange sight made Wu Chong frown slightly.
He glanced at the white piece of paper in his hand.
The pattern on it was indeed pointing to this place, but the strange thing was that he did not find the stone hammer silhouette after he came in, but was besieged by these inexplicable things. These brainless black figures are not strong, but they are a
It looks like there is no end to the killing.
Wu Chong didn't dare to let them really hurt him. It was better to be careful in such a weird place.
Peng!
Wu Chong waved his hand and chopped off the five jet-black figures that had just been created, but this time it was obviously different. When he cut to the fifth one, the resistance on the jet-black figure became obviously stronger.
"Store the glass container for the clone?"
Wu Chong looked at the blunt ax in his hand and threw it aside.
The last clone that died just now had some strength as the stone hammer silhouette. The familiar "black" color reminded Wu Chong of the body of the stone hammer silhouette that was exploded by him. From this perspective, he instantly understood this
The significance of the existence of glass space.
Copy the body for the coming!
Stone Hammer Silhouette They are not like Wu Chong. They have mastered the art of human skin and can descend into the world at will, spreading their clones wildly in other worlds to plunder the heavens. As world masters, the path they take is far from Wu Chong's free and easy road to true immortality.
.If you want to sneak into other worlds, you need to find a substitute.
This glass space is Shizui Silhouette's stand-in training base! Wu Chong found it according to the context, and paid attention to explain that the bodies of Shizui Silhouette and their five-person farming group all came from here.
The dull drum beat sounded again.
This time a total of twelve came out.
Wu Chong started to move directly, and his figure flashed. This time he took action directly.
With a snap, he hit the black figure at the front with a punch. When the power was poured into it, the figure that had not yet moved directly exploded into powder. The black piece shattered, and the color inside became darker and closer.
The silhouette figure that was beaten to death by Wu Chong before.
After crushing the first one, Wu Chong flew up and hovered in the air. He opened his palms and a translucent balloon emerged from his palms.
Wow!
The released deformed delusions roared and swallowed the remaining eleven pitch-black figures in one gulp. The translucent body swallowed these pitch-black figures in an instant, and dense tentacles wrapped around the body like tree roots.
However, in the blink of an eye, these eleven pitch black figures were sucked into residue.
The delusional man who had eaten enough and drank enough opened his mouth and burped, and a ball of black energy spurted out from his mouth, forming a mushroom-shaped air ball.
The energy from the World Lord's spare body tastes so good that I'm full of it.
After killing twelve pitch-black figures, Wu Chong did not stop any longer. He flew directly to the end of the street, where he saw the big drums being beaten one after another.