"Who are you?"

Looking at this young man who suddenly appeared, Ling Zhujun's first reaction was to be on guard. The strength shown by the other party was too strong, and that kind of special fluctuation was something she had never been exposed to before. Without the fluctuation of cultivation, he is more like an ordinary person.

Just, how could it be.

Wang Zhong glanced at the five Ling Zhujun who were trapped in the middle, and then he had no desire to speak.

If it weren't for the teacher's orders, he wouldn't have taken a second look at this weak chicken, even if this weak chicken was his teacher's wife.

"Come on, I hope you can make me happy."

Wang Zhong flew away, and the person floated into the air, and the dense black sky spread out in all directions with him as the center. The scattered black dots flew out of the body within three meters of the body and quickly twisted and deformed, turning into winged monsters, grinning and attacking the ambushers outside. What's even more exaggerated is that after some strange monkeys landed, even the ink array began to gnaw, and the ink rockeries disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This scene shocked everyone, and the painter in charge of the ambush was the first to turn around and flee.

But as soon as he moved, he was knocked down by the dense strange monkeys behind him, and in the terrible screams, he soon fell silent. Ling Tianyang was not much better, he resisted for about three breaths, but the number of strange monkeys was too much, and he couldn't defend against it at all. After a while, this clan uncle who conspired and calculated Ling Zhujun also followed in the footsteps of the painter, and the one who died was called a simply.

Ling Zhujun and the five of them, who were protected in the middle, looked at the scene in front of them in a daze, and for the first time felt as if they were underestimating the cultivators of other paths.

Outside of cultivation, there may not be no strong people.

In the courtyard, Wu Chong sat under the grape trellis, his eyes slightly closed.

"Delusion can also be innate, and when my delusion occupies a certain degree of erosion, I can "imagine" it as innate." Wu Chong's mind was thinking about the trajectory of the previous two silhouettes on him, splitting this force little by little.

Only by knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can one win a hundred battles, Wu Chong's first thing to do is to figure out the means used by the silhouette, and then attack him in turn.

It's not his character to be beaten passively all the time.

"On the consciousness level, this should be the same as awareness. That fellow, as a co-path, the founder of the path of cultivation, will definitely not change his foundation."

Following this line of thought, Wu Chong began to turn the power in his body.

The body is getting heavier and heavier, and the breeze is blowing.

A black-and-white line of time appeared in his perception, and even with his eyes closed, he could "see" the outside world, seeing the wind-driven grape leaves on the grape trellis above.

Slowly, the consciousness became deeper and deeper. An invisible force took his consciousness and began to sink. The world of black and white lines turned into a flowing lake, and he sank to the surface of the lake and saw the swaying black weeds. This is a wild plant growing in the yard, and Wu Chong can clearly feel the life force contained in it, as white as a candle flame.

Rustling......

A strange sound came from the side, and Wu Chong looked sideways and found a huge insect gnawing at the stems and leaves of weeds next to it.

"Awareness space?"

Wu Chong turned his gaze in other directions.

Everywhere there are black and white lines, and dancing flames.

These flames are the representation of life.

Wu Chong tried to grab the nearest fire, and it was so cold that he could even sense the flowing texture of the flame. This is the flame represented by the grass, the wood grain is clearly visible, and each vein represents a direction.

But when he wanted to go further, he failed.

He is not a cultivator, even if it is very similar, but in the final analysis, he is still not a cultivator. This kind of thing that involves the source, the slightest difference, can bring about a completely different effect. Silhouette was able to use this flame to attack him, but he couldn't use it in reverse.

"Panel."

Wu Chong's heart moved, and the familiar meeting jumped out.

Character: Wu Chong

Realm: The third realm of the way of calligraphy and painting (delusional way), the first level of knowledge and cultivation (pseudo)

"Level up!"

Wu Chong's mind moved, and the massive amount of experience points burned, turning into energy and surging towards the next level of cultivation.

After a moment, the level of cultivation changed.

The wood grain white fire held in Wu Chong's hand became clearer, and he seemed to hear a strange sound, which was very close, and it would become far away when he listened closely. It was so noisy that it was impossible to hear what it was saying.

"Rise again!"

Wu Chong once again controlled the cultivation level on the panel, this time he clicked more than a dozen times in one breath, and did not stop until the cultivation level on the panel became complete.

In an instant, the feeling of a thousand years flashed, followed by a huge amount of memories.

The process lasted for about ten breaths before returning to normal, and when he looked at the wood grain white fire in his hand, Wu Chong found that there were several more branches on the body of this white fire, and one of them was particularly eye-catching.

Life!

The moment he saw this branch, the corresponding knowledge appeared in Wu Chong's consciousness.

"Grow taller."

Wu Conflict suddenly had this thought.

The wood-grained white fire he held trembled for a moment, and then he saw the weeds under his feet tremble and grow. The roots of the tree began to root frantically downward like a twisted snake. The worm, which was still gnawing at the stems and leaves, was restrained by the tangled roots before it could react.

Countless fibrous roots took root in the body of the insect like a life-seeking chain, and the insect was sucked into a skin in the blink of an eye.

The flames that represented the insects quickly disappeared and merged into the weeds, causing the weeds to rise out of thin air.

Looking at the weeds that had changed dramatically, Wu Chong stopped again.

He felt as if his mind had become a little dull, as if he had forgotten something.

He looked up, and the world of the black and white grid above swayed like the wind.

"The world is also a grass?"

This absurd thought arose in Wu Chong's mind.

The world of weeds, all you need is fertilizer!

All living beings in the world are nourishment, just like the insects just now.

With such a strange thought, Wu Chong stood up. As soon as he got up, he felt that something was wrong, and when he looked back, the "he" in the chair was still lying down, and all he stood up was consciousness. This kind of consciousness is very similar to the transformation of the god he once experienced, but it is a little different. Because the underlying logic of this world is something he has not seen before.

"How do you get rid of weeds in the world?"

It is easy to understand that the world is a grass, and all life in the world is a worm except for the world itself.

The method used by the silhouette is to use the instinct of "grass" to eat insects!

After understanding this, Wu Chong walked to the grape trellis and grabbed a larger wood-grain white fire.

The moment the flame was reached, the same touch as before came.

It was still the familiar grass life fluctuations, the only difference was that the fire was bigger. Through this fire, Wu Chong sensed the weeds that had been controlled by him before, like branches.

All weeds are connected.

Wu Chong had this thought in his heart, in order to determine the authenticity, he found a few plants in the yard, and found that the wood grain white fire of these plants was the same as weeds, except for the strength of the energy, the others were the same.

One heart, one heart, connecting the whole world.