The wisps of golden threads of the law quietly fluttered in the small world of summer grass, dancing like a spirit snake in the layers of black mist, like a sword made of a hundred refined handles and innate spirituality, and like a playful and naughty swimming fish.

The black mist gathered and dispersed, shaken by the dancing in the midst of it, and the ripples on it were undulating, like fingers soaked in water and gradually wrinkled, and the golden threads of the law underneath them suddenly bloomed after invading them, like the sudden bloom of the remnants of snow (Note 1), and they were under the hood of fantasy seeds in the midst of it.

The monster roared, making its first noise, and then the decaying aura that enveloped it turned into a viscous liquid in front of it, and before it could be pierced and restrained by the golden thread, it turned sideways, dodging and looking at the prunella grass thousands of miles away.

The panic flashed, and the summer withered grass wondered slightly—why did he panic?

The smoke and dust dissipated, and the two breaths that were not strong with each other but were higher than the authority of the small world were entangled with each other, interspersed with each other and gradually confined to the straight line, and on the far side of this straight line, Prunella grass really sensed for the first time that the other party's gaze had fallen on her, impartially, neither east nor west.

So he's on this end of the line, it's on the other side of the line. (Note 2)

-- Gazing at each other.

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Xia Kucao is not a literary youth, and he has no idea of becoming a poet, so even if he occasionally feels lonely and lonely when he comes to this new world, he will not express some nostalgia to the fantasy on the other side of the line, so the nostalgia here is not nostalgia, but mutual sorrow.

Worry about each other, how to kill each other.

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"Calm down and think about how to do it. The muttering summer withered grass suddenly frowned, and then sent a thought, and the scene around her body flowed like a floating light, and as soon as she appeared again, she was already miles away.

Immediately, a black shadow slammed down, and a fantasy seed the size of a hill fell from the sky, falling on the place where the summer dry grassland was first, and then slowly got up and jumped again.

There is still a layer of black mist above and below the Fantasy Seed Zhou that skimmes the sky - although that layer of black mist is already extremely thin and faint, as long as this existence does not dissipate, Xia Withered Grass will turn a thousand knives into a thousand knives with his mind, and then the tactic of cutting it ten thousand times will not be effective.

But at this time, the fantasy seed also did not dare to use the black mist around him to devour the small world of summer withered grass, and he didn't even dare to give birth to more, because only when the world was still there, it had a place to hide and a place to hide, and if the world was broken and returned to chaos, it would inevitably get out of it, but it would never be able to flash the second blank card again.

And it doesn't want to be like that.

Suppressing fantasy seeds with blank cards is a tactic used by Xia Kucao inspired by Dean Yang and Hai Jinsha, but this tactic is too tragic, it is a lose-lose move, and the fantasy species of the ontology is only a black iron rank at the same time that it is unwilling to be sealed by blank cards, how could Xia Kucao, who is constantly retreating, be willing to start all over again with all the realms lost?

So he didn't push it too hard—even though he knew that blank cards could restrain him.

So the boring chase began, and Prunella still had a small world, and still had the ability of a god, and although this ability was helpless against fantasy, the latter could not catch up with the former, who could teleport thousands of miles with just a little thought......

The two who chased and fled did not distinguish between life and death, and even did not distinguish between victory and defeat, as if the two were still at the opposite end of the straight line, staring at each other and worrying at each other.

But as time passed, a smile began to appear on the face of the summer wither, and even though his little world had been inadvertently swallowed up by the fantasies of each pause, and the potholes that had been left behind seemed to laugh, he was still happy - for he was satisfied with the turn of the tide.

At the previous moment, the fantasy seed disdained him, and just blindly devoured and absorbed, which was on the active side.

At this moment, the fantasy species is helpless against him, just blindly jumping and chasing, but he has stood on the passive side.

During this period, the host and guest were transposed, all because he used blank cards to contain the other party, so that the fantasy species did not dare to destroy the world too much, so time was on his side.

It is true that he has not yet thought of a way to deal with the fantasy species and wipe it out completely, but he has had time to think about it, and although he has run all the way, he has never stopped thinking in his heart.

And he quickly sensed the problem.

That panic.

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More than a dozen miles away, Prunella suddenly stopped, turned around and looked back.

A black dot was passing through the sky.

Xia Kucao's expression was calm, and she suddenly spoke: "In this world, I know everything, so you have not been able to catch up with me. ”

"In that case, why do you keep chasing after you?"

Where the words fall, a thought is born.

The thoughts in his mind escaped and could be transmitted to all corners of the world without any medium, so the green bricks and old stones, pavilions and towers, the three mountains and five mountains, the five lakes and the four seas, all of which had been embodied by the former summer withered grass himself, slowly rose to the breath of Taoism, these breaths came from the cracks in the bricks and stones, from the beams of the foundation, from the top of the mountain, from the lake to float, and then these breaths converged together, came behind him, and came to him.

As soon as the thought of prunella grass is born, the whole world responds.

The more than ten miles between him and the fantasy species were instantly enveloped by breaths from all over the world, and these breaths sneered, condensing the entire world, which was extremely powerful.

In contrast, even though the fantasy species is like a mountain, it is still extremely weak, like a sampan to a storm, and a bird's egg to a stubborn rock, so it trembles slightly around its body and the black mist evaporates, and suddenly forcibly twists its trajectory and falls halfway through the air.

- In the face of an incomparably powerful mental slash, it chose to hide.

It makes sense.

But the prunella grass had already moved her eyebrows, and her smile gradually rose.

- Why are you hiding?

The aura of this prunella condensation was indeed very powerful, but no matter what, it would not be more powerful than the first blow that the other side sent when he broke the illusion and came in anger.

Because the current Prunella grass has lost part of the world, and because the fantasy seed at that time was far weaker than it is now.

But at that time, you could still not dodge or dodge, and you could swallow your mind with only the black mist evaporating, so now you should be countless stronger, but why do you want to dodge?

Prunella grass is omniscient in his own small world, and he should be omnipotent, but he couldn't be omnipotent before, so he could only dodge and hide with omniscience.

The problem is that he has also used blank cards to contain the fantasy seed before, so he only needs to dodge and dodge, and he knows everything...... There should be no panic.

But he just felt panic, and he knew everything, so since it was not Prunella's own panic, it should be a panic of fantasy seeds, and it could no longer hide his perception.

As he was running away, he suddenly thought of this, so an idea quietly came to his mind, that is, although he is far weaker than Fang Cai now, and the current fantasy seed should be far stronger than Fang Cai, but this ...... Could it be just an illusion?

And with the fantasy species always having a clear goal, devoting oneself to devouring energy can completely ignore the temperament of Prunella vulgaris, why spend so much time in a chase that is only boring and inevitably futile?

If there is a way, why not do it?--Just as he suddenly stopped in the middle of the run, and the fantasy seed kept chasing but did not take any further measures, does it mean that it is at a loss?

So Prunella wanted to try it—

So he had a thought.

And the fantasy kind hurriedly dodged.

Then he thinks that he can do anything.

-- Then the next problem is to prevent the fantasy species from dying with him.

(Note 1: Ornamental chrysanthemums, remnants of snow.) ）

(Note 2: Taken from "Homesickness".) ）