Bang dang!

There was a jolting, violent impact that caused the carriage to jolt violently, and the wheels were somewhat deformed.

"What's going on? Well, I suddenly hit a boulder. ”

"Let's go and see if my uncle is okay."

Nian Hong's anxious voice came from outside the carriage, in her cognition, her uncle is a powerless reader, in case she is bumped into, how can she explain to the young lady when she goes back?

"Detached."

In the carriage, Wu Chong looked at the world that had returned to normal, and knew that he was 'lucky' to avoid a silhouette plot. Giving him time to breathe, he looked up at his previously melted hands and feet and the carriage next to him, and saw that everything was normal.

The previous experiences seemed to be hallucinations.

Knock knock!

There was a knock on the door outside the carriage, and Nian Hong's voice rang out.

"Uncle, are you okay?"

"It's fine."

Wu Chong stepped out of the carriage and found that the sunset outside had completely set, and only a few clouds were still releasing their last rays. The darkness reigned over and began to eat away at the last of the tranquility.

Glancing back at the carriage, he saw that the axle was broken.

It's so good!

If it weren't for this broken axle, his trip to the world would have been in vain.

"It's not all luck, either."

Wu Chong's gaze fell on Nian Hong, and found that from just now, Nian Hong's body had been emitting a steady stream of aura, and it was this wisp of aura that protected him. Pulled him back from the brink of being lost.

Wu Chong is very familiar with this breath.

It was the 'son of the world' luck that his wife in this world, Ling Zhujun.

At the beginning, the effect of marrying a wife was revealed.

Maybe Silhouette didn't expect that he would be backstabbed by the 'Son of the World' on his side, making his final attack fall short.

"Miss this opportunity, it'll be my turn next time."

Wu Chong's eyes flickered, and he turned over a batch of horses.

"Ride a horse, and the cart will be abandoned here."

"Yes."

When Dai Yong and the other guards heard this, they quickly turned over and prepared to set off. Nian Hong looked sluggish, looking at Wu Chong on horseback, she vaguely felt as if something was wrong, but she couldn't say it for a while.

On horseback, Wu Chong's gaze fell on the panel.

Character: Wu Chong

Realm: The Third Realm of the Way of Calligraphy and Painting (Weakened)

Seeing the two words behind the realm, Wu Chong immediately understood the danger just now. That silhouette almost replaced him with the path of cultivation he represented, and once the substitution was successful, the school of delusion he had created would become nothing. Wang Zhong, the seven of them, and all the members of the Black Wind Village below, will 'wake up like a dream', and will have the illusion that they have had a dream for a long time.

People like Ma Qiang are even worse, deprived of supernatural powers, and nine times out of ten they will become idiots.

"The Battle of the Avenue."

Wu Chong's gaze was fixed on the word weakness, and the corresponding information soon emerged.

'The side door left Dao that was suppressed by the Great Dao of Knowledge, the power of the delusional path school decreased by 75% and the power of the supernatural power decreased by 75% within half a month. The possibility of preaching is easily modified, and there is a tendency to become a wild fox Zen. ’

Looking at the above series of negative effects, Wu Chong's eyelids jumped wildly.

This time it's a big loss.

The world lords who have the home advantage are really difficult to deal with.

The weirdest thing is that Wu Chong didn't figure out where the silhouette was from beginning to end.

Although he knew that the other party had been reduced to the same level as him, he still couldn't capture the other party's location. The source of the 'innate power' that attacked him was also not caught. This kind of traceless attack is completely different from other cultivations.

"Find a way to circumvent this flaw."

Wu Chong thought about countermeasures, and one plan after another flashed through his mind.

After this attack, the convoy returned to calm. Until entering Luming County, where the Ling family is located, he did not encounter any abnormalities again.

The moon hangs high.

After braving the night to drive for two hours, the group finally returned to Luming County.

As soon as he entered the city gate, Wu Chong saw Ling Zhujun, who was dressed in a black dress, standing at the door waiting for him, followed by a group of people, several of whom had fluctuations in their cultivation. The strongest one has surpassed Situ Pengcheng, who was suppressed by Wu Chong in the world before.

From this point, it can be seen that in the past few years since he left, Ling Zhujun has not been in vain. At least in Luming County's generation, she has become an absolute overlord, and no one dares to disobey her anymore.

"How did you come back on horseback?"

Ling Zhujun walked a few steps quickly and stepped forward to hold the white horse under Wu Chong's seat.

As he spoke, his eyes fell on Nian Hong, who had followed all the way, wanting to know if he had encountered an accident.

"The axle is broken."

Sensing Ling Zhujun's gaze, Nian Hong hurriedly turned over and dismounted and reported the situation.

Ling Zhujun frowned, a wave of power dispersed, and the others subconsciously closed their mouths.

"Let's go back first."

Wu Chong pressed one hand on Ling Zhujun's head, and pressed the momentum of this female city lord back at once.

"My husband is suffering outside."

Looking at Wu Chong, who had changed a lot, Ling Zhujun felt deeply remorseful.

The husband is a scholar, and now he has begun to practice martial arts, so you can imagine how difficult it is to live outside. blamed himself for not being strong enough to shelter him from the wind and rain. Thinking of this, a trace of murderous aura flashed in Ling Zhujun's eyes.

It's time for those old guys in the family to abdicate and make way for Xian.

Wu Chong naturally didn't know that his external changes would make Ling Zhujun think so much. He is now full of thoughts about how to deal with the trouble caused by the silhouette, and he has thought of several plans on the way, including several ways to break the game, but these have to be tested before they can be really implemented.

After eating, go to bed.

Blow out the lamp and rest.

Ling Zhujun lay on the bed and stroked Wu Chong's face distressedly.

The white-faced scholar in her impression has some frost on his face, as well as the muscles on his arms, which look like they are practiced by practicing external skills.

Without the qualifications, you can only practice these superficial styles.

To practice to this point, how much effort should be put in in the past few years!

"Can you tell me about your experience in the past few years?" Although he had known about it through other channels for a long time, Ling Zhujun still wanted to hear Wu Chong himself tell him about it.

"Outside."

Wu Chong thought about it, and was about to tell Ling Zhujun the truth, but he didn't want to say that strange feeling again as soon as he opened his mouth.

"So fast?!"

Wu Chong's heart was shocked, he didn't expect the silhouette to be so ruthless, and he shot again before a day had passed.

With the emergence of strange feelings, Ling Zhujun in front of him became blurred, the candlelight distorted, and the voice lengthened. Even his thoughts slowly became sluggish, Wu Chong wanted to raise his hand, but found that his consciousness had passed for dozens of breaths before his fingers moved.

"Husband? Husband"

Ling Zhujun shouted in front of Wu Chong, her face was full of melancholy, and her voice appeared in Wu Chong's mind through a distorted transmission.

(End of chapter)