"You...... How did you get in?"

The master of the Dragon King Mansion, who was in charge of receiving the newcomers, swallowed his saliva and asked cautiously.

"Pierce the ground and come over."

Wu Chong glanced at these people and found that none of them were weak. Each of them has a cultivation of about a hundred years, and the one who spoke has nearly three hundred years, and in the spiritual realm of the White River God, this strength is comparable to the first time I met the heavenly centipede.

Punch through the ground?!

"Tell you something, is there no one farming in your place?"

Wu Chong had been observing for so long, just to know how the people on the side of the Dragon King's Mansion had become stronger. He didn't see any cultivators, nor did he see plundering everywhere. But if there is neither, how do these people become stronger?

"Huh?"

The person in charge who was going to be questioned was dizzy, and he always felt that there was something wrong with this process. But after looking at the fierce body of the toad spirit opposite, he still decided to reason with the other party.

"Forget it, you don't know it either."

This person was dumbfounded, and Wu Chong didn't bother to ask again, so it was better to go out and take a look by himself.

Turn around and push open the door behind you.

Syllable!

A big hole was knocked out of the top of the door, this house is already big, more than ten meters of the gate, normal people can enter and exit, but the toad essence of more than 20 meters in Wu Da's house is slightly beyond the design specifications.

Several people in charge of reception had a tingling scalp, and when they saw Wu Chong going out, they could only get up and quickly follow out. This toad spirit can't run around, otherwise they won't be able to withstand it when they get out of the basket. It was just that as soon as they went out they stopped, because they saw a terrifying figure floating from a distance.

"It's the Lord!"

A trace of horror flashed in the eyes of several people, and they quickly retreated to the original room, no longer caring about Wu Chong.

This is?

After leaving the reception room, Wu Chong saw huge balloons floating in mid-air, boundless, like dream bubbles, filling the entire sky.

These balloons are colourful on the inside, with a long silk thread connected to the outside that extends into the physical realm below. Wu Chong walked in front of a balloon, looked closely, and found that the inside of these balloons was like a small world after another, and countless people lived in it, their thoughts and desires were intertwined, sucked away by the bubbles, and collected.

Looking at it from this angle, I don't know how many similar bubbles there are in front of me, all the way to the end of the world.

Boy!

The second layer of the entire spiritual world has been transformed into a spiritual field, a proper big landlord!

"This is the Dream Mushroom, specially used to collect mortal thoughts and purify aura."

A strange man in a miserable white mask suddenly appeared on Wu Chong's shoulder, this thing except for a mask, the rest of the body was gray mist. It's constantly twisting, it's very weird.

"You're from a spiritual region ruled by other gods, right?"

Without waiting for Wu Chong to speak, the strange man said to himself.

"Every year, there are some people from other spirit worlds, but most of them are waste materials that have been eliminated by other spirit worlds, or waste that has survived by dying in a certain spirit world. You're different! You're so strong that I can't even see the depths." The strange man turned into a cloud of smoke as he spoke, and looked around Wu Chong. ….

"Are you here to plunder? I heard that the Lord liked to do this, and he unified many parts of the material world, and annexed the corresponding spiritual world above them."

The strange man suddenly stopped as he spoke, flew in front of Wu Chong, and asked with a miserable white mask face facing Wu Chong.

"You're not going to be a lord, are you?"

The masked monster didn't know what kind of magic skills he had cultivated to enter the spirit world, and it was the first time Wu Chong had encountered this form of his.

"Is this how all the fields are planted here?"

Wu Chong didn't pay attention to this strange man, he was concerned about his path back to nothingness. Looking at the endless mushroom solitary field in front of him, he felt that the previous farming method of the Spirit Realm Black Wind Village was a little conservative.

Only by drastic farming can there be more

Harvest more.

"Farming is a very profound science, and the mushroom solitary field is a research developed by Lord Dragon King in combination with spiritual plants." As if he didn't know what the secret was, the masked freak spun back to the surface.

A translucent gray tail held his body and floated around.

"It's not the Lord, the Lord will definitely not be so polite."

This guy's brain circuits are not very normal, floating around, and from time to time he says some nonsense and illogical things.

Wu rushed over and poked the bubble in front of him with his hand. It's very soft, it feels like a bubble to the touch, and when you poke your fingers into it, you can feel the screams inside. It was as if I had squeezed something, but when I looked closely, there was nothing.

"Are you here to defect to the Dragon King?"

The masked freak ignored Wu Chong's actions and kept flying around him.

"Why would a being as powerful as you leave the original spirit realm? The runes corresponding to each spirit realm are different, and each god is also different, if you leave the original spirit realm, everything in the past will be wiped out, and you need to start refining the gods again."

The masked freak chirped as if he hadn't spoken to anyone in a long time.

The runes are different in each place?

Wu Chong stopped his movements and looked back at the masked stranger. It was the first time he had heard of this news, but now that he thought about it, he found that the runes on the White River God and the Black God were really different.

The rune power in his current body was obtained from the black god on the side of the Eternal Ancient Division.

It's a loss!

I knew that the White River God still had wool picks, and I should have left after finishing them. But it's not too late to know now, and when I have the opportunity to go back to chat with the god of Baihe again, I believe that he will still be very welcome.

"Who is this god? The dragon king has modified this spiritual realm like this, don't the gods here have any opinion?" Wu Chong looked back at the masked freak and asked.

This guy doesn't seem to have a low status, the little minions who just came in before all retreated after seeing this person, although Wu Chong didn't care about it, but his divine sense still noticed it.

He was in the spiritual realm of the White River God, and after a little tossing, those gods came to the door. It stands to reason that the Dragon King is such a drastic farmer, someone should have come to the door a long time ago. But now there is harmony here, and nothing is wrong in sight.

"The god here is the God of Doom, she doesn't manage the spirit world very much, most of the time she is not awake, and she doesn't care about the transformation of the spirit world by the dragon king."

The masked freak really knows.

Just a god who doesn't care? Sure enough, the world is so big that there are no surprises.

"Only the spiritual realm of the sleeping gods is the superior spiritual realm. The big guys occupy this kind of spirit realm, if the spirit realm gods you have been to are awake, then that spirit realm will be difficult to develop, and the thousand-year overhaul will not allow it to appear." The masked freak said.

I'll just say that no one cares about the Xiguo region.

It turns out that the White River God is a big pit! Because of her existence, that spiritual world will be so barren and there will be so few strong people. Those strong are too lazy to go.

It turns out that I am plowing wasteland!

Master Wu instantly understood.

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