Peng!

The man fell to the ground and fell apart.

A normal person must be dead, but Wu Chong's consciousness is still there, and he feels that something is wrong, but he can't say what the specific place is.

"Old Wu, old Wu!

”

The flow of time seemed to return to normal, and the car pulled to the side, and he saw Zhang Qiang hurriedly get out of the car, crying out at his smashed corpse.

Finally heard clearly.

Wu Chong smiled.

Then in Zhang Qiang's shocked and sluggish eyes, his body was reorganized into a human, not only that, but even the blood flowing out of the ground flowed back into his body, and the weird picture was like being pressed backwards, which was very scary.

"You, you, you......"

Zhang Qiang was so frightened that he fell to the ground.

Wu Chong walked over and pulled him up, patted him on the shoulder, and spoke.

"Although I know that you are fake, it is inevitable that there will still be some memories. Speaking of which, if I hadn't met such a paragraph, I would almost never have remembered you. ”

After speaking, he didn't pay attention to Zhang Qiang anymore, but flew down the high-speed bridge lightly.

This scene frightened Zhang Qiang in the back even more.

"Hell!

！ ”

Walking on the street, Wu Chong's clothes look out of place with the people of this era, and there will be some pedestrians on the road who stop curiously when they see him. He chose to ignore all these discussions.

At this point, he gradually came back to his senses.

I'm afraid this kind of encounter is not just a simple influence of interlayer forces, I'm afraid there is also a catastrophe close to becoming an immortal.

In Wu Chong's memory, Cheng Immortal had a total of three calamities and nine tribulations.

His road is not very serious, but it is always running to the end, and when he encounters a catastrophe, it will be over.

"That's it."

Stopping, Wu Chong did not continue to move forward.

"Uncle, are you engaged in performance art?"

A student curiously stopped next to Wu Chong and dared to touch his hair. That vivid look is exactly the same as a real person, or rather, the other party is a real person. It's just that compared to Wu Chong at this stage, truth and falsehood are no longer important.

Walking on the street, Wu Chong's body gradually glowed with a layer of white light.

The original flowing world froze little by little in his perception, and finally became a completely static painting, and he walked out step by step. With his departure, this modern picture also faded little by little, until it finally disappeared completely.

Opening his eyes again, Wu Chong found himself back in the middle of the interlayer.

It was still dark all around, and it was empty.

He glanced at the properties on the panel again.

Character: Wu Chong

Realm: Refining the Void and Combining the Void (85%)

Dao: Delusion

God-level skills: Yuanfa (level 11), Dream Eating (level 9)......

Experience Points: 3000

"It's up another five points."

Wu Chong exhaled a breath of turbidity, now he himself doesn't know how strong it is, he only knows that if he meets the previous Yin again, he should be able to suppress it with one hand. At this point, he was completely invincible in the Great World of the First Demon. Even if the 'wilderness' and 'ancient' that have disappeared come back, he is not afraid.

"At this rate, becoming an immortal is not far away."

This time, Wu Chong didn't wait any longer, but stood up and took out the trolls that he had taken away from the interlayer before.

This thing was put away after he grabbed it, and he originally wanted to put it in captivity over there in Black Wind City, but then his strength increased too suddenly, so he put this matter on hold.

As soon as the troll appeared, it began to struggle violently.

In the middle layer, the troll has the power to be infinitely close to the first demon, and even if the demon god who opens the true demon body comes in, it can't be suppressed. It's just that this level of power is basically not enough for Wu Chong now.

"Throwing the whole thing into the alchemy, it should shorten this weird state."

Probably understanding Wu Chong's words, the troll struggled desperately.

It's just that now he is like a little fish in Wu Chong's hands, and there is no possibility of breaking free at all.

I saw Wu Chong stretch out his hand and press it on the ground.

In terms of the power of the delusional way, it quickly fused into it.

'You are the Dan Furnace. ’

The originally dark and ordinary ground, under the action of the power of delusion, quickly lifted and became higher in a way beyond common sense. But in the blink of an eye, it turned into a real Dan furnace.

Wu Chong, who is infinitely close to becoming an immortal, has become more and more mysterious.

"Fire!"

Wu Chong stretched out his hand and tapped twice on top of another piece of soil, and this piece of soil actually burned, releasing a large amount of heat energy outward.

In the process, that strange state resurfaced.

This time it was a strange shot in the corner of his vision, and the distorted image tried to drag him into it again.

But this time it was interrupted in advance by Wu Chong.

A punch hammered through.

The distorted picture that had just been born exploded like a glass mirror.

These distorted worlds are not really 'worlds', but his distractions. He had just shattered one of his thoughts with violence, interrupting the sinking in advance. But this is a palliative, not a cure.

Because his distracting thoughts are endless, and as many distracting thoughts as there are, there are corresponding worlds.

The thoughts are endless, and the world is endless.

In the concept of an immortal cultivator, it is only necessary to concentrate and meditate and abandon distracting thoughts. Powerful immortal cultivators will cut off these distracting thoughts in advance, cut off the edge of dust, and achieve the realm where everything is a dog.

Wu Chong is not.

This way of cutting the dust edge has never appeared in his setting.

He opened the mountain to collect apprentices, created a cottage, and Hongchen's relatives, each of which was a misguided path in the eyes of regular immortal cultivators, but he still walked down.

And it has come to the current state.

His path of cultivating immortals does not have the concept of pure heart and few desires, nor does he cut off mortal dust and does not touch cause and effect. Judging from the thoughts of Buddhism and Taoism, Wu Chong himself is a huge trouble, and the cause and effect and distracting thoughts on his body are like spider webs, densely wrapped in him.

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Therefore, it is useless to rely on pure heart and few desires, so he is ready to use the most commonly used simple and crude method to forcibly push through.

Pills.

Some!

The troll struggled desperately in his hands, but compared to Wu Chong at this stage, it was like a little chicken, without any possibility of escape.

With a clang, the door to the Dan furnace was shut.

Bring to a boil over high heat.

The temperature on the surface of the furnace rose rapidly, and in the process, Wu Chong skillfully threw all the energy in his hands into the furnace with all the spare items in the baggage and the looted in the interlayer.

Only the treasure bead that was really snatched from the Demon God's Tomb was left.

"Condensation!"

Wu Chong didn't know any alchemy techniques, and the Dan Dao he created didn't have such a thing. Looking at the shaking stove and the clash of trolls inside, he slapped the surface of the stove.

With a 'hum', a palm print was slapped on the surface of the Dan furnace, and a powerful sound wave penetrated through the Dan furnace, shaking the trolls that were struggling to rush out inside, and they were honest all of a sudden.