Wang Yiyang's face was calm and did not show any hostility or aggression of his own. Walk slowly towards the manor.

In the sea of white flowers, he was dressed in a black combat uniform, which was quite eye-catching.

Like a black ant crawling slowly on a white cloth.

Step by step, step by step, and soon, he finally reached the gate of the manor.

The door is a simple wooden door, and there are even cracks on the top, and there are traces of scrubbing.

Squeak.

The door slowly opened.

Inside stood a fair woman with a glowing face.

The woman's face was blurred and seemed to be unshaped.

"Are you here to accompany me, to accompany me here with Wanhua?"

The woman's voice was gentle, and her body exuded an intoxicating aroma.

"No, I'm here to invite you to my manor. Wang Yiyang said.

In mythology, the god of flowers is just a god who controls the growth of all flowers.

Although he has only one ability, he will never dare to take it lightly. So if you can handle it gently at first, it's better to be gentle.

"Oh, where is your manor?" the woman was the goddess of flowers, and she seemed to have her own will, and asked Wang Yiyang.

But according to the records in the classics, Wang Yiyang knew that these gods were essentially insanity.

They rely entirely on people's definitions and impressions of them.

Whether it's temper, or character, or whatever, there's a fixed template.

As long as you follow their rules, there will be no problem.

There won't be a problem here, for the rest of the mechs.

It means that it will not be attacked in the first place, and it will exist in this layer for a little longer.

But for Wang Yiyang, perhaps the effect will be different.

"My estate, in my heart. Wang Yiyang replied calmly.

His eyes flashed with a strange glow.

The pupil of the eye is in the middle, and the face of the flower god is the first time.

Even though he didn't know where the other person's eyes were, it was an invitation.

It's also a temptation.

As an individual deity who is extremely friendly to him, the god of flowers is also very weak, so even if there is any accident, it is not a big problem.

"You're lying to me! You don't have flowers in your heart!" Suddenly, the flower god's voice suddenly became gloomy.

Wang Yiyang used perception to weave a large sea of flowers in the prison of thought, and he couldn't deceive the other party at all.

These sea of flowers really only have an appearance, but no real essence.

"No, I'm not lying to you, I'm inviting you to help them give them the essence they deserve. Wang Yiyang said sincerely.

The ability to accompany a hundred flowers was used by him to the extreme.

At the same time, the hypnotic induction in the illusion was also fully operated by him.

in his perception.

If his perception is a small puddle, then the perception of the god of flowers is a vast ocean.

The volume difference is extremely large.

He couldn't shake any of the other party's perceptions, any consciousness.

And, most crucially, he also perceives. Behind the perception of the god of flowers, there seem to be countless roots like roots.

These roots dig deep into the ground and don't know how long.

"Is that so?" the gloom in the flower god's voice disappeared and returned to normal.

"I have a commendable mind to be able to grow so many flowers in my heart. I can help you. ”

The god of flowers raised his right arm and touched it gently.

A beam of colored light flew from her fingertips.

The beam of light seemed to be mixed with countless images of flowers, and in an instant, it flew into Wang Yiyang's right eye.

Wang Yiyang suddenly felt that the large sea of flowers in front of his thinking prison seemed to have some kind of vitality.

It's as if they really grew up in this fantasy space.

"Thank you for your generosity. Wang Yiyang bowed.

Naturally, he wants more than that.

But it's a great opportunity to explore the fourth floor.

All along, the mechists have had an extremely one-dimensional attitude towards the gods of the fourth layer.

They believed that the gods were extremely aggressive towards humans.

Inability to communicate.

However, because the gods have a fixed pattern, they can be used to avoid danger.

At the same time, the gods cannot be killed, they are strong and weak, but no matter which god they are, they all have absolute immortality.

After killing the god, he will soon be reborn again. Then forget everything before and go back to your own mode.

Wang Yiyang originally planned to try to imprison the gods directly.

But he didn't expect the god of flowers to be unexpectedly friendly towards him.

So, he plans to try another approach.

"Also, may I ask the god of flowers, if there is anything you need my help in, and in return for your generosity, I would like to return the favor. ”

Wang Yiyang said seriously and sincerely.

The god of flowers groaned.

"There are wild boars in the west that are ravaging the flower fields, and they are the apostles sent by the god of war, and they are the divine beasts of war.

If you want to repay me, kill the boar, but I need to warn you that you will be at odds with the god of war. ”

"I see. Wang Yiyang suddenly knew that he was going deep into the myth.

Since the god of flowers can't be introduced into the prison of thought, then try the divine beast, maybe there will be a reward.

He said goodbye to the god of flowers and walked quickly to the west.

Under the weight of the enormous weight, his speed was not fast, and it took him a quarter of an hour to reach the flower field where the god of flowers spoke of wild boars.

A huge golden boar was snorting in a large field of red flowers, trampling everywhere.

The bright red flowers were trampled and broken by wild boars.

This time, Wang Yiyang did not hesitate.

When he was still more than 30 meters away from the wild boar, he stretched out his right arm, and the arm automatically formed into a pale and huge zither.

There's no way to use mechs here, but sonic weapons are more realistic.

Wang Yiyang is proficient in illusion, melee combat, mecha manipulation, and the conditioned reflex instinct of silent killing intent.

Plus the strong body that Brother Jindan has strengthened.

With the strength of his physical body alone, he had already reached level ten.

Compared to other mechs, it's not a level at all.

Other mecha divisions here can only rely on their bodies of the highest level eight, with powerful perception, to deal with the enemy. Don't dare to resist.

After all, technological weapons are extremely powerful from the first layer of the real world.

Only the sonic attack of the specified frequency is always powerful.

But he's different.

"Let's try it first. ”

Wang Yiyang raised the guzheng and pulled the strings fiercely at the golden boar that had not yet noticed him.

Zheng!!

A huge concussive sound wave, like a circle of white waves, centered on him, flew towards the wild boar.

The wild boar was covered in cash-colored delicate armor, turned his head, and stared at Wang Yiyang with a pair of red eyes.

"Mortals, dare to interfere with this divine beast. It roared, lowered its head and crashed into Wang Yiyang desperately.

The boar is four meters tall and more than eight meters long, and it resembles a small mountain when it collides.

The heavy four hooves trampled on the ground, constantly shaking the soles of Wang Yiyang's feet.

Boom!

The white sound wave was smashed headlong by it.

"He can actually speak. Wang Yiyang dodged gently. The time was fully opened, and he accelerated to avoid the impact of the wild boar.

The tenth-level physical quality, perception and physical body have improved simultaneously, making him far stronger than the mecha masters of the same level.

He stretched out his hand and flicked the zither one after another, releasing sharp sound waves.

But these sound waves don't seem to have any effect on wild boars.

The golden armor on its body was extremely heavy, completely ignoring the sonic attack.

Wang Yiyang was not in a hurry.

He had long anticipated that such a situation might arise.

Therefore, his real means is not the guzheng, but the mental prison in perception.

His perception touched the perception of the wild boar again and again.

As he expected, the perception of the golden boar was much smaller than that of the god of flowers.

Continuous temptation, Wang Yiyang kept trying to use perception to pull the wild boar.

The difference between his perception and the other party is not big, but the difference is that behind the perception of the wild boar, there are many of the same transparent roots.

The tendrils went deep into the air and seemed to extend from far away.

His own attacks were constantly dodged, and the wild boar suddenly became angry.

It tilted its head, its eyes lit up red.

"Paralyzing stare!"

Two red rays suddenly flew out of the boar's eyes.

The red rays like lasers hit Wang Yiyang in an instant.

"Illusion!" Wang Yiyang violently operated the true element of morality, and urged him to integrate the magic method of many systems with the true element.

Illusion has an extremely powerful negative effect.

At the moment when he was hit by the red light, the sixty percent slowdown effect of the illusion suddenly acted on the wild boar.

The speed of both came to a near halt at the same time.

"This is the time!"

Wang Yiyang didn't care about his paralyzed body.

Instead, they looked into the eyes of the boar.

His perception grew into countless tentacle-like arms, holding the boar's perception and flowing towards the prison of thought.

Under the slowdown of the illusion, everything in the wild boar was slowed down by sixty percent.

Coupled with Wang Yiyang's tenth-level strength, the powerful perception force.

You can't hurt it, but it's easy to drag it around a little bit.

After a wrestling between the two sides, Wang Yiyang spent more than half an hour.

dragged the golden boar into his own mental prison.

The invisible transparent roots were too dense and constantly tugging at the boar, trying to pull it out.

Fortunately, Wang Yiyang's strength is a little bigger.

The huge body of the golden boar is imprisoned in the prison of mind with perception.

His body suddenly collapsed. Knock down a large field of flowers.

Wang Yiyang's face was slightly pale and out of breath.

"If it weren't for the support of the Mind Prison, I might not have been able to outperform this guy. ”

He approached, intending to examine the boar's carcass.

Boom!

Suddenly, the wild boar exploded and turned into countless golden points of light.

The points of light were like living creatures, scattering and disappearing in mid-air.

Wang Yiyang also felt a weakness in his perception at the same time.

Knowing that it is too much consumption, it is no longer possible to maintain its existence in the fourth layer.

You must know that every layer of the real world, the threshold of perception and contact, is a huge amount of perception.

"It's time to go back. Wang Yiyang knew it as soon as possible.

In the fourth layer, if you don't return on your own initiative, consciousness perception is likely to be trapped here forever by mythology.

From the fourth layer onwards, the danger of the real world to mechists has also increased dramatically.

Instead of being insufficiently perceived, as before, the mechmaster will detach himself from the real world.

Wang Yiyang quickly closed his eyes and condensed his perception.

With a constant supply of consciousness in the mind prison, he can hardly worry about the exhaustion of his senses.

Consciousness can be transformed to generate a large number of perceptions anytime, anywhere.

With his perception condensed.

The consciousness quickly detached from the fourth layer of the flower field and returned to the dark deep sea.

In the depths of the ocean, he constantly swims upward.

It's getting faster and faster, it's getting faster.

The tremendous pulling force of countless deep seas tried to pull him back to the depths once again.

But a steady stream of perception resisted the pull.

Wang Yiyang slowly ascended at first, and as he slowly returned to the third layer, his speed began to accelerate.

Faster and faster, faster and faster.