"Forget it, wealth is in danger, his uncle's, do it. Fang Ze made a decision in his heart.

Fang Ze slowly poured his soul power out of his body, and used a trace of soul power to get close to Mu Xing's aura.

After the first two subdues, Fang Ze understood that if this soul power wanted to get close to the Five Elements Aura, it had to go through a general process. After going through the test, mastering the method, and finding the law, you can push the boat down the river and do it in one go.

The aura of the wood line is cyan in the silk threads of the Dao, and it moves slowly, like a tree growing slowly. If you look closely, you can see that the translucent cyan interior has concentric circles. Like the rings of the tree, the circle is like a ripple spreading, which is very beautiful.

At this time, Fang Ze no longer had the rough behavior of the previous two times, and he cautiously approached Mu Xing's aura.

Gradually, the scene in front of him changed, and Fang Ze seemed to have come to a primeval forest. The feet are full of thick humus, and the towering giant trees grow in the sky. Standing in the middle of this deep mountain forest, sunlight can only pass through the gaps between the leaves, and form sparse spots of light on the ground. It is only by the appearance of the light spot that it is possible to determine whether it is day or night.

Fang Ze subconsciously shouted, "Is there anyone?"

He knew in his heart that how could anyone reply to him? It's just that people are in the mountains, and the loneliness and loneliness are unbearable.

After shouting a few times and seeing that no one answered, Fang Ze sang alone. "The green leaves of the oak tree, the white bamboo fence, the picture is beginning without her, here is like a painting, last year's Christmas card ......"

This song is a song sung by a singer surnamed Zhou in his previous life on the earth, and Fang Ze likes it very much. Today, in order to relieve fear and loneliness, I sang.

Walking forward while singing, Fang Ze didn't know where he was going, he just wanted to see something other than trees, so that maybe he could have a chance to break through this illusion.

Fang Ze walked for two days and two nights without hunger and thirst, walking mechanically like a walking corpse. But no matter where he went, nothing changed around him. Fang Ze was a little discouraged, and thought, "His uncle, don't leave." Why don't you lie down and sleep? ”

In this way, Fang Ze fell asleep in this illusion. Lying on the thick humus, soft, like the superlative mattress I had slept on in my previous life. Here he felt extremely relaxed, what Judge Chen, what Underworld, what assassination, what cultivation, it didn't matter, comfort was the most important thing.

After sleeping for a day and a night, Fang Ze felt that his fatigue was completely gone. It's been a long time since I've felt like this, and I remember the last time I felt like this was in a previous life.

At that time, he was busy with a project day and night for a month. After the project, Fang Ze found the most upscale local hotel for a good night's sleep.

Sleeping is the same as eating, even if it is a delicacies from the mountains and seas after eating, you will not move a chopstick. And what about when you've had a full night's sleep? It's uncomfortable to lie down, let alone sleep.

Getting up from the ground, Fang Ze leaned against a big tree, and his mind kept flashing back to the previous picture.

Suddenly, a faint crisp sound interrupted Fang Ze's memories.

Looking in the direction from which the sound came, a small sapling slowly emerged from the dirt. The little sapling was so delicate and petite that it seemed to be broken by a breeze. The two leaflet buds are like the hands of a baby, struggling to break through the humus covering the top of the head.

The soil layer is cracked, and under the sparse afterglow, it is like a lazy beauty, stretching her waist and enjoying the sun. The sky is vast, the earth is beautiful, it is not sad because of the deep planting of the soil, but yearns for the sky to continue to grow.

After 10 years, 20 years, 50 years, 100 years, 1,000 years......

After a long period of wind, sun, rain, snow, and frost, it finally grew into a towering tree. Heaven and earth cannot shake it in the slightest, nor can the sun and the moon affect its growth. As high as the tree is, its roots will be deep.

"It turns out that this is the way of cultivation! If you want to achieve high levels, you must lay a solid foundation. I am practicing all the time, and I am improving all the time. Until one day, when you are too powerful for anyone to match, your fate will not be at the mercy of others. No matter what your background is, no matter what your circumstances, the only thing you need to do is to grow. Thinking of this, Fang Ze had an epiphany for a while.

Everything I'm doing now is a waste of time and an excuse. It doesn't matter what kind of dungeon, what assassination, what kind of reincarnation, the most important thing is to grow, be strong, and find your true self.

Thinking of this, Fang Ze did not hesitate, and immediately meditated cross-legged, realizing the wonder of this wood spirit illusion.

"It's hard to see the whole picture in the mountains, and you can't see the green mountains in a single leaf. I don't know the true face of Lushan, only because I am in this mountain. I have never been able to get out of this dense forest environment because I don't know the whole picture of this mountain forest. Therefore, only by understanding the overall situation can I defeat this wooden aura. Thinking of this, Fang Ze's heart moved. A large amount of soul power poured out from his body, and he went straight to Yun Han along Fang Ze's Heavenly Spirit Acupoint.

The soul power turned into silk threads, and continued to extend upwards with Fang Ze Shenquan as the core. Five meters, ten meters, fifteen meters, twenty meters, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, until twenty-three meters, Fang Ze felt that he could no longer make the slightest inch. Looking at the distance above where there was still more than half of the distance, Fang Ze felt powerless and beyond his reach.

Retracting the power of his soul, Fang Ze pondered hard. "My soul power can extend up to twenty-three meters, and according to the speculation just now, the lowest tree must be more than forty meters, and the height should be fifty meters. What if I could climb twenty-seven meters high? No, there is no equipment in this wilderness. It seems that you can only find a way from yourself, and it is not reliable to rely on foreign objects. ”

"There are currently two available auras in my body, one is the gold aura and the other is the water aura. The aura of gold is strong, and it can both resist attacks and break through all things. The aura of water is feminine and condescending...... There's a way, that's it, it's done!"

Fang Ze sat cross-legged and meditated, extending his soul power upwards along the Heavenly Spirit, and the golden spiritual power controlled the release diameter of the soul power. The spiritual power of water is responsible for stabilizing the divine spring and avoiding turbulence and tremors.

At the beginning, the thickness of Fang Ze's soul power silk thread was equivalent to the thickness of his little thumb. Now he had to at least double the diameter to be able to surpass the average height of a tree.

But it's easier said than done.

Fang Ze held his breath, carefully maintaining the upward flow rate of his soul power. Release little by little, little by little, the release is fast and wasted, and the release is slow and the soul power is disconnected. Although the broken soul power could still return to Fang Ze's body, the impact on Fang Ze's body was also very great.

In just a few minutes, Fang Ze had already failed more than ten times.

After trying again and again, physical endurance is also being consumed dramatically. It didn't take long for beads of sweat to gradually ooze from Fang Ze's nose and sideburns.

Once the soul power suddenly broke, Fang Ze directly retreated from the state of concentration.

Exhaled a long breath of turbidity, looked up at the nine skies, and repeatedly summed up the experience just now.

"Within 10 meters, it's still very manageable. But once you get past 10 meters, it's not easy to control. When the soul power in the body is less than fifty percent, the consciousness has very little control over the soul power of the outside world. If it continues to extend, the divine spring in the mind will be turbulent, and the condensed soul thread will also collapse. It is said that the tree is big and has deep roots, which seems to make sense. I must ensure that 50% of my soul power is in the Divine Spring, so that I can control the silk threads condensed with my soul power at will. The limit is 23 meters under normal conditions, and 23 meters after the diameter is shortened. The only way to do this is to continue to reduce the diameter, at least one-third of what it is now, to get a full picture. ”

What Fang Ze wanted to do at this time was something that few people in the entire cultivation realm could do. Under normal circumstances, the radiating range of a cultivator's soul power (Divine Stone) is horizontal, and it is centered on oneself. And longitudinal extension is something that few people are willing to do, and that kind of means is thankless and not applicable in actual combat. It may be that the folk said that the wizard or the two immortals would do this, using their soul power to communicate with the distant heaven and earth, and to communicate with the gods of all parties.

On the other hand, if you can cultivate your soul power both vertically and horizontally to the extreme, then there will also be a qualitative leap. That's equivalent to two people fighting against each other, and one person can only feel the information on the two-dimensional plane, where is this person, and how is he moving? The other can feel the information of the three-dimensional space, what does this person look like, what is the body size, how muscular is the degree, and when fighting, he can feel the opponent's every move more clearly, and he can also find out the opponent's flaws faster.

Of course, the current Fang Ze can't realize this. The only thing he wanted to do at the moment was to crack this Wood Walk Illusion and go all out to control the diameter of the soul thread.

After more than an hour of trial and error, Fang Ze was already able to control the soul silk thread at the thickness of the chopsticks. If you budget it, you should be able to reach more than forty meters.

With such results, Fang Ze said he would do it. I saw a white and transparent gas slowly overflowing from Fang Ze's divine spring, gradually condensing in the Baihui Acupoint above Fang Ze's head. Constantly compressed and condensed, then compressed and condensed, and finally a soul silk thread with the thickness of the chopsticks head was condensed. Maintaining this state, Fang Ze continued to extend the soul thread upward.

Ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters, thirty-five meters, thirty-six meters, thirty-seven meters, when the soul thread was thirty-seven meters high, it stopped, three meters less than expected. There is wind in the air, and the higher the distance, the stronger the wind. Under the action of the wind, the soul silk thread showed an arc in the air, and it was normal to lose three meters. But because of the distance of three meters, Fang Ze still couldn't get a glimpse of the whole forest.

Forced to do so, Fang Ze could only use the fifty percent soul power inherent in the Divine Sea. However, in order to be cautious, Fang Ze extended the length of the soul silk thread little by little.

Fang Ze gritted his teeth and released another meter. Just the length of this meter made Fang Ze's divine spring tremble, and almost completely collapsed the condensed soul power thread.