"What to do, why can I sense the rhythm of this jungle, but I just can't communicate with them!" Feeling the increasingly dense danger signals around him, Zhou Yulong's whole body couldn't help but tremble. The pressure from the desolate jungle made him take a few steps back, and at the same time, a burst of bone moans began to sound from inside his body.

"You have to treat the whole jungle as if it were your kind, and you have to synchronize your consciousness with the breath of the jungle. Otherwise, the pressure of the jungle will increase, and your consciousness will collapse because it can't bear the pressure. Looking at Zhou Yulong, whose body trembled more and more, the calm expression on Carlos's face finally disappeared. Once the homologous enlightenment is opened, it cannot end, although the entire inheritance container is controlled by him, but if Zhou Yulong's homologous enlightenment is forcibly terminated at this moment, then Zhou Yulong will no longer have a chance to inherit the combat skills of the Muria civilization.

Thinking of this, Carlos couldn't help but regret it. Fearing that his consciousness would disappear prematurely, he decided to pass on the Muria civilization to Zhou Yulong as soon as possible. But it was this impatience that made him ignore a very important thing, that is, Zhou Yulong was not from Muria. Like them, the Muria people have been taught the concept of the unity of heaven and man by their elders since they were young, so it is quite easy to start the homologous enlightenment. But Zhou Yulong is a human being, and the biggest difference between human civilization and Muria's civilization is that human beings are more demanding and destroying nature. Although Zhou Yulong is not usually an environmental destroyer, the social atmosphere from childhood to adulthood makes it difficult for him to put nature and himself on the same footing to communicate. And it is this point that makes the homologous enlightenment, which is so simple for the people of Muria, that it can no longer be simpler, and it has become a moat on the road to Zhou Yulong's becoming stronger. If he can't inherit Muria's combat civilization, it will undoubtedly be a devastating blow to him as an avenger.

"Damn, a jungle is a jungle, you want me to treat it like the same kind, what do you think. Can't you fall in love with it, grass! The pressure was so great that Zhou Yulong almost couldn't hear Carlos's words clearly. Feeling the danger of his body collapsing, he clenched his teeth that had begun to slowly bleed, and roared angrily: "Since God has given me this opportunity to become stronger, I don't believe that I can't even seize this opportunity!" The increasing pressure made his body almost unable to support it, and in order to prolong the support time, Zhou Yulong simply didn't do anything, and ran the ability in his body with all his might. Gradually, with a flash of gold and silver intersecting light, Zhou Yulong's body began to slowly turn into a silver and bright metallic color. (The consciousness space of the inheritance container is the same as the illusion of the pink crystal nucleus, and your own strength is the strength that can be exerted when entering the illusion!) ）

"It worked!" When Zhou Yulong used his ability to transform himself into a metal man, the pressure that nearly crushed him no longer seemed so overwhelming. Although there are still bouts of sharp pain coming from the metal bones and metal muscles into the brain, it is a world of difference compared to just now.

"Carlos, think of a way!" Although he could withstand the pressure from the desolate ancient jungle for the time being, Zhou Yulong's face was still pale. Because he found that when his body was completely turned to metal, the whole jungle began to increase the output of pressure as if he had provoked it. Judging from the current speed of pressure superposition, Zhou Yulong estimates that he can withstand it for another half an hour, which can be regarded as God's blessing.

"What should I do, if this inheritor dies, then the revenge plan of our Muria civilization is doomed to be unrealized." At this moment, Carlos's expression was no better than Zhou Yulong's. After countless years of waiting, he finally waited for an avenger with good talents, but faced the big problem that the combat civilization could not be inherited. Thinking that his time was numbered, Carlos began to rub his palms anxiously while trying to remember what he could do to help Zhou Yulong.

"Soul transfer? No, my current soul strength simply can't meet the requirements of soul transmission. Mandatory middle homology inheritance? No, even if this avenger inherits our Muria's technological civilization, he will be easily crushed by Atlantis if he has no ability to protect himself. What to do, what to do! In his half-muffled contemplation, Carlos had thought of many ways to solve Zhou Yulong's current situation. But with his current soul strength, these methods were undoubtedly impossible to achieve. The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, Carlos finally gritted his teeth and prepared to forcibly force the homologous enlightenment of Zhou Yulong in the middle of this time.

Although the Avengers, who did not inherit the combat civilization, were almost vulnerable, they could only be used as a dead horse doctor now. After all, an avenger with low combat effectiveness is always better than a dead avenger.

But just as Carlos was about to order the Ancient Jungle to end his communication with Zhou Yulong, an unexpected discovery made him stop the spiritual message he was about to release.

It turned out that at this moment, although Zhou Yulong's body was trembling more and more, there was a small part of the jungle aura around him that had established a communication link with him. Such a single and small-scale link had not been seen in Carlos's long life. However, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, Carlos will not give up the idea of letting the battle civilization in the middle of Zhou Yulong be inherited. Therefore, although the look of surprise in his eyes was very great, the spiritual message brewing in his mind still stayed at him.

Regardless of Carlos's mood at the moment, Zhou Yulong is now experiencing the greatest pain and opportunity in his life. The pressure from the ancient jungle washed over his body like a mountain of seas, making him always feel as if his body would collapse in the next second. But the more uncomfortable it is, the more Zhou Yulong, the donkey, refuses to admit defeat. He knew that it was a great opportunity for him to inherit the Third Age civilization. For his brothers and friends, for his lover, and for himself. This opportunity, he can only grasp it and can't let it go, even if it is broken because of this, he doesn't care. He wants to gamble, bet that he can do it, bet that he can do things beyond his limits as he always did.

As time passed, Zhou Yulong's hard work finally paid off. Since he had already run his abilities to the maximum power at the moment, his body was getting stronger and stronger, and he was also beginning to communicate with some elements in the outside world. In his perception, there seemed to be some elements that shimmered with various colors such as gold, silver, and copper, which merged into his body when he was working at full strength, and then helped him resist the pressure from the jungle together. And the actions of these elements undoubtedly angered the entire jungle, and with a roar that seemed to sound from the center of his soul, the pressure around him suddenly increased several times. The overwhelming pressure of Tarzan even pressed him to his knees. However, the pressure coming from the jungle not only did not force those elements of different colors to escape, but instead made them gather like a clarion call for war, with Zhou Yulong as the battlefield. Then they all merged into Zhou Yulong's body to help him fight the pressure from the jungle together.

In Carlos's eyes, Zhou Yulong was in a state that he couldn't even figure out. Because at this moment, Zhou Yulong's body actually had a large number of natural elements pouring into his body to help him fight against the jungle. However, in his countless years of experience, the elements of the jungle are often integrated, and there is basically no such situation of fighting separately. Moreover, judging from the fact that a large number of natural elements poured into Zhou Yulong's body to help him resist the enemy, the communication between Zhou Yulong and these elements obviously reached the second or even the third layer of the same origin. However, judging from the resistance and pressure coming from all over the jungle, Zhou Yulong seemed to have not passed the same origin enlightenment at all. This bizarre and contradictory scene made him, who thought that he was extremely deep in the city, couldn't help but open his mouth in amazement.

"It's strange, our Muria civilization has been inherited for tens of thousands of years, and we have never heard of anyone who can make the natural elements kill each other. This kid doesn't look like a gifted person, why did this strange thing happen to him today. Looking at Zhou Yulong, who had been reduced to an elemental battlefield, Carlos couldn't help but circle around him twice. With his cultivation of the same three-layer mastery, he could naturally feel the emotions of various elements. But what puzzled him was that this natural element, which was supposed to be integrated, had become a life-and-death feud at this moment?

"Forget it, this situation is at least better than if he didn't go through homologous enlightenment. I'm going to see what he gets in the end! After pondering for a long time to no avail, Carlos decided not to think about it anymore, but instead sat quietly beside Zhou Yulong, always paying attention to the changes in the elemental battlefield in his body.

At this moment, the elemental battle in Zhou Yulong's body had almost reached a white-hot stage. After a long battle, the desolate ancient jungle that completely surrounded Zhou Yulong seemed to be completely enraged by him, and a large number of various elements poured into Zhou Yulong's body like a sea tide. And those elements that belonged to Zhou Yulong's side also seemed to have discovered the seriousness of the situation, and poured out from all corners of the jungle to come to support. A large number of elements were chased and intercepted in Zhou Yulong's body, or devoured, or annihilated, or all died together. In short, Zhou Yulong's body has been made a mess by these * elements. The lungs are perforated, the liver is disconnected, and the stomach bursts. Zhou Yulong's body was almost on the verge of collapse. However, no matter how much damage he suffered inside his body, Zhou Yulong's ability to operate at full strength could help him repair those injuries just like the firefighters who put out the fire. And what surprised Zhou Yulong the most was that as his ability air flow continued to shuttle in his body, those elements that helped him were like taking stimulants, and the more he fought, the more courageous he became, and those hostile elements were like seeing Sister Feng in bed. Impotence, defeat and retreat.

Finally, under this dissipation, the victory scale of the battle situation in Zhou Yulong's body began to slowly shift towards him. Gradually, the hostile elements that poured into his body began to dwindle less, and the various elements that united with him became more and more. As a large number of hostile elements were cleared by the alliance elements, his half-kneeling body began to slowly straighten up. And the surrounding pressure like mountains and seas finally began to gradually dissipate.