Although many times when we speak, we are done with what we say, and we may even forget as soon as we say it, but in fact, it will also have an impact on the world centered on us.
When a person says "I love you" once, normal people will have two reactions, "believe it" or "disbelieve it".
And when that person says "I love you" ten thousand times, the part of the people who "do not believe" will gradually tend to "believe".
This is actually a very simple "psychological suggestion" function. We will convey a certain "goal" to the mind through language. When this "goal" is repeated more and more times, it becomes easier to become a reality.
Of course, there is a limit to this reality. For example, it is possible to "make someone fall in love with you", but if you have to keep hinting to yourself, "I am Batman", others will probably think that is a chuunibyou.
Even paranoia and the like.
But among the evolved people, "whatever is said comes to pass" does exist.
In the universe, some records of saint-level evolvers clearly describe their wanton play with the rules around them.
For saints, the development of things is not "immutable". Every object can return to its most primitive particles and be reorganized into new things.
They have understood the nature of the rules of the universe and said that there must be light, so there is light.
Especially for saints in the illusion world, all the illusions they create can be converted into entities by paying the corresponding materials.
This kind of ability to say something into something, even though it still has certain limitations, can be regarded as the ultimate expression of the power of speech.
This method of communication, used by hundreds of millions of civilizations in the universe, can not only convey thoughts, but also express emotions.
Even if a person's own strength is extremely weak, words can still hurt others.
This kind of harm has nothing to do with the material world, it is a kind of denial and slander that originates from the heart. Similar things happen all the time in the civilization of the earth and even the civilization of the universe.
People cannot see each other through the Internet, but they can force people to collapse or even die through words. This is also the power of words.
All of the above are the essence of Old Man Withered Pine’s strength.
Its name is: "Word".
Then it was as if something was really born in the void. Opp, who had originally attacked the old man withered pine, was frozen in mid-air, with invisible objects binding him.
The performance of this ability was really weird. Old Man Kusong just stood and said a word, and then the other person really couldn't move.
Considering the difference in paper strength between him and Opp, it is even more incredible that Old Man Kusong could do this.
"Did I read that correctly?" Thirty-three exclaimed, "Mr. Kusong just said one thing and the ivy can't move?"
Jiutian also found it strange that the tricks performed by Old Man Kusong looked very much like some kind of ability possessed by a spiritual evolver, but he knew that this old man was an intellectual evolver, and he didn't feel anything around him.
Any fluctuation in mental power makes it feel even more strange.
"If you had known about Master's power in advance, you wouldn't be so surprised." The only person present who was relatively calm was Zhuo Lei, "On Earth, Master would crush any opponent of the same level. Even if
Even if we reach the level of Bai Ya Jue in the future, we may not be better than Master."
In Zhuo Lei's opinion, it is absolutely normal for Old Man Kusong to behave like this.
We must know that the Earth Security Council, as an emerging force, has been able to compete with the five major alliances in a short period of time. It is not only the credit of the governments and chaebols, but the strength of the old man Kusong himself is the most critical factor.
The leader of the five major alliances, Dongfang Yanie, is already an Ivy League, but he cannot completely suppress him when facing the Earth Security Council, because even he would find it difficult to face Old Man Withered Pine.
As a self-awakened person, Dongfang Yani's talent is global and at the top level. He is completely different from an evolver like Opp who relies on integrating the seeds of other people's secret power to become an Ivy.
The person who Dongfang Ya Nie thought was a troublesome person, Old Man Kusong's own strength was definitely not what he showed.
Op was carefully feeling the power that imprisoned him. He had never felt this kind of power before. It didn't look like a secret power or a spiritual power.
"What's the point of this?" he asked the old man withered pine who was very close. His claws were only a few dozen centimeters away from him, but he couldn't move forward at this moment.
"What's the reason?" Old Man Kusong asked.
"I am Qingteng and you are Bai Ya." Opp once again reiterated the level gap between the two parties.
"You believe in this too much." Old Man Kusong shook his head, "Even after seeing these young people, have you not changed your decadent thoughts at all?"
It was really a magical thing to be taught "decadent" by a gray-haired old man, but considering that the other party had already captured Ivy's self as Bai Ya, Opu could still accept it.
"Is it because of mental strength?" Opp asked. This was the biggest gap he could know between earthlings and other life forms.
"Yes, that's not entirely true." Old Man Kusong said, "You aliens are indeed much ahead of us in the cultivation of body and soul, but in the use of the mind, you are extremely crude."
"The four young people in front of you now can all integrate mental power into their own abilities, and even your strongest Star Reaver captain is slightly behind them in terms of mental power level alone."
"It's because your planet is weird." Op retorted, "The intelligent life that your planet has given birth to is inherently more talented than other life forms."
"Perhaps." Old Man Kusong said calmly without refuting, "Luck is also a kind of strength."
"You..." In response to this kind of deceitful answer, Op didn't know how to respond for a moment.
Dozens of disgusting tentacles once again sprouted on the surrounding walls, wrapped in sticky secret power and began to dance crazily.
You bastard, do you think that by imprisoning me, I will have no means of attack?
I don't know if he has been stimulated to the point of numbness, but as of now, Op has no feeling of surprise that Old Man Withered Pine was able to immobilize himself.
"Be careful!" Thirty-three couldn't help but warn him when he saw those tentacles surging in again.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, those tentacles struck like long whips. Such a violent attack did not cause any shock in the space. In an instant, dozens of tentacles completely covered all the directions in which the old man withered pine could escape.
""Words" five, collapse."
Three simple words sounded again, and there seemed to be a murmur in the void, or someone was sighing. The next moment, those violently attacking tentacles were like weathered walls, turning into pieces as they marched.
Ashes fly.
Ran Kong's eyes became brighter and brighter as he watched the fragments of secret power appearing in mid-air falling down one after another.
Almost all the tentacles collapsed after saying these words, leaving only one that attacked the front of the old man withered pine.
And he just stretched out his hand, Yun Danfeng gently grasped the tentacle that could even break the mountain range, and then pulled it to tear it apart.
Even though it has been torn off, the tentacle is still struggling, as if it is alive.
Feeling the tentacles in his palms that were constantly writhing and trying to break free, the old man withered pine smiled.
"It turns out that you are not a real Ivy at all, at best you are just a 'quasi-Ivy'."
For some reason, when the words "Quasi Ivy" came out of Old Man Kusong's mouth, Opp's face became uglier than ever.
Old Man Kusong said so much before that he never felt anything, but now he was on the verge of going berserk.
"Swallow those words back to me." Op's vertical pupils were filled with bloodshot eyes, "I am a descendant of the great Huimmer Rothswaal! I am the grandson of Polo Rothswart! Opp.
Brother of Ilsh Rothwaal! I am the noble Highness Op Rothwaal! I will not tolerate being defiled by scum like you!"
"Oh, he is still a very self-respecting 'quasi-Ivy'." Ignoring the other party's anger, Old Man Kusong repeated it again.
"It seems that you are very sensitive to the status of 'Ivy League'? Let me guess, is it because you rely on your own noble status in the civilization, so you can forcefully accumulate to the Ivy League stage despite your lack of talent and strength?
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"So, as an evolver who had no hope of breaking through to the Ivy Stage, you feel proud that you can break through, but at the same time, you feel inferior because your strength is lower than that of a normal Ivy Stage evolver?"
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Op didn't expect that the Earthling in front of him almost hit his weak point with every word he said.
Op is a direct descendant of the ruler of the Lizard Civilization. Although he is a male, he still has a distinguished status. Moreover, he is also supported by the genius of the clan, Orsh, so he has been living a life of luxury.
The only thing that makes Opp feel a little dissatisfied is that his own evolutionary talent is really bad, so he can only rely on the integration of other people's secret power seeds to embark on the path of evolution.
This actually doesn't matter, because most of the evolvers in the universe evolved in this way, but his brother is Orsh, so sometimes it is inevitable to be compared with him.
Opp respects Orsh very much, so he won't complain even if he is not as good as him, but being always shrouded in the other's light still makes Opp feel sad.
Due to the tilt of resources within the clan, Opp struggled to break through to the Ivy Stage. At this time, he could already be regarded as the backbone of the Lizard Civilization, and his level of evolution alone was enough to dwarf most of the Lizardmen.
But he still has a knot in his mind, that is, due to the dual effects of fusing other people's secret power seeds and relying on resources to break through, his own strength is much weaker than that of normal evolvers.
This situation is not obvious when facing the evolvers of the White Bud Hidden Seed, because he has all the means that a normal Ivy should have, and he can still crush these low-level evolvers. However, once they are against those of his own level,
Those who are the same evolvers will show their cowardice.
This matter is considered a secret to Opp. Only he and Orsho know about it on the Turbulent Leaf. Normally, he will not fight with evolutionaries of the same level. He is usually sent by Orshu.
Go deal with some low-level evolvers.
It was for this reason that Orsho insisted that Opp stay on the spaceship. In Orsho's view, the only threat on the earth, Qingteng, had already been noticed by him, so the remaining Bai Ya would not be interested in Orsho.
poses a fatal threat.
It's a pity that Orxiu still missed one person in the end.
A person who can kill Ivy with the body of a white bud.
Impossible, impossible, impossible! Opu was roaring in his heart, he was Ivy! He was just Bai Ya, how could he kill himself?!
"Look, this is the difference between you and us." Old Man Kusong turned around and looked at him.
"When you encounter something you don't understand, you just say it's impossible, but we think about how we can do it or even surpass it."
"It's just ivy. If I hadn't abandoned my cultivation before, why would I care about it now?"
"You have to understand one thing: everything is possible."
But it's just Ivy? This was the last sentence that echoed in Opp's heart. The Ivy that he originally regarded as pride and a knot in his heart was nothing more than that in the eyes of this human being?
No, it's not just him. Opu looked at Jiutian and the others, as if they also agreed with what Old Man Kusong said.
It's just ivy, that's all.
Then Opp knew nothing more, because the old man withered pine said the last words.