The picture was distorted, and when Wu Chong opened his eyes again, he found that he was still lying on a recliner in the courtyard. The shadow on the grape trellis covers the face, and in line with the afternoon temperature, it gives a lethargic feeling.

"Coming out?"

Wu Chong looked at the grapes he was holding in his hand, and the water droplets on them had not yet fallen.

A thousand years in a flash, nothing more than this.

Consciousness returned to his body, Wu Chong had a new understanding, and the angry roar of the silhouette could be vaguely heard in his ears.

"That kind of power just now."

Wu Chong recalled the whole process of being attacked before, and he found that his Zhihai was all drowsy, and there was a mysterious ash shrouded in Zhihai, which made his consciousness dusty.

"An attack by the five world lords? Zhihai can still be used like this. ”

He subconsciously touched his chest with his hand.

Blood?

Did you know the sea projected?

The sharp pain was transmitted back instantly, and after a crisp 'click', his chest collapsed. Not only that, but the right side of his face also showed blood marks from the stone hammer, and half of his head was deformed.

Blood dripped down the wound, and he, who was originally unscathed, entered a state of serious injury and dying in an instant.

In the memory, memories of the injury surfaced.

He's hurt.

He was injured by a stone hammer, but there was no murderer in his memory. This kind of memory of obvious discord actually appeared in his mind, and one can imagine how ferocious the power of the five world masters is to join forces. This time, the reaction is a little slower, and if you don't get it right, you will really be planted. Although it will not die, time will definitely be wasted, and the origin will be lost a lot.

"I've never been hurt."

Wu Chong pressed his hand on the wound, and the power of the delusional path emerged.

The extra memories in his mind were quickly replaced by 'delusions', and the injuries on his body began to disappear strangely. Even the blood stained on his clothes flowed back in some unreasonable way, and by the time the strength disappeared, Wu Chong had already returned to normal again.

He took a deep breath and stood up.

The musculoskeletal of the whole body slowly relaxed, and the body hidden in front of Ling Zhujun was released little by little, and the fierce aura swept across the entire courtyard.

At this moment, everyone standing in the courtyard felt a palpitation.

Nian Hong, who was looking at the account book, had a tight heart and hurriedly looked towards the courtyard.

In her field of vision, 'uncle' is still sitting on the chaise longue and eating grapes leisurely, and the picture is very harmonious.

The simple use of delusion gives all those who see him a reasonable existence of 'delusional', which is more convenient than the human skin technique of the past. The only trouble is that there is no combat effectiveness.

"Teacher, our forces in the Inner World have been attacked, and the fourth and fifth junior brothers are dead. Everyone else was also attacked and temporarily lost contact with me. ”

In the courtyard, a distorted figure was projected from the inner world.

The person who came was covered in blood, his right arm was missing, and only half of his life was left.

This person is Wang Zhong.

During the period when Wu Chong was resting and retreating, all the Black Wind Villages in the world were controlled by Wang Zhong, and his contribution to the fact that the world erosion degree could progress so quickly was definitely not small.

"I see."

Wu Chong said expressionlessly.

The silhouette shot is very ruthless and decisive. After attacking him here, Wang Zhong and the others were attacked over there, and it is very likely that the two were carried out at the same time. These world masters who can gain a foothold in Endless Chaos are really not easy people, and they are not the same concept as those ownerless worlds at all.

"There are a lot of people who attacked us, and it was also very chaotic, I saw the shadows of the four innate families inside, as well as the imperial court, some natives, and even traitors within ourselves."

Wang Zhong looked at the teacher in front of him and carefully said everything he knew.

He thought he was close to the teacher, but now it seems that he is still a little far behind. Even if he stood in front of him, he still couldn't see the strength of the teacher clearly, and he couldn't even be sure if the person in front of him was a real teacher.

The stronger you are, the more desperate you are.

"Don't be in a hurry, eat a grape." Wu Chong interrupted Wang Zhong's words with a wave of his hand.

This kind of rebellion was difficult for Wang Zhong to understand, and there was an illusion that the whole world was the enemy. But from Wu Chong's point of view, it's very simple. The traitors don't even care.

He only needs to modify the cognition of these people a little, and he can do it with his hands and feet on their 'cognition'. To put it mildly, as long as the silhouette is willing, he can even change the perception of these people in the world, and change their lifelong goals to another one.

This is also the reason why the planning silhouettes of the four innate families have never been taken seriously.

God Butcher?

God knows what this group slaughtered when the 'plan was completed'.

Maybe just a stone.

Or maybe it's a tree. If he wants, he can modify the 'God' in these people's cognition into anything. The plan in their minds will also become an arrangement for the 'stone god' and the 'big tree god', and it will not make them feel wrong. To be more rigorous, it can even be traced back to the memories of several generations and thousands of years in front of us.

When the time comes, he needs to be guided, and he can watch the 'Children of the World' lead these people to carry out a vigorous 'God Slaughter Movement', and if he is bored, he can also play a role by himself, such as the Teacher of the Children of the World or something.

At the end of the day, the world is still the home of the silhouette.

Even he, the 'outer god', has suffered a loss here, not to mention these ants who haven't even jumped out of the world.

"I can't eat, I'm too badly injured."

Looking at the grapes handed over by Wu Chong, Wang Zhong shook his head. He now has only half of his life left, not to mention that his right arm is broken, and even Zhihai has been broken. If it weren't for the peculiarity of the delusion, he would probably be dead by now.

"Hurt? Have you ever been hurt? ”

Wu Chong interrupted Wang Zhong's words and handed the grapes in front of him.

"Me"

Wang Zhong subconsciously raised his hand, and then, his whole body froze.

The serious injuries that were originally dying don't know when they disappeared. Not only has it disappeared, but even the broken Zhihai has been repaired, and his right arm is the same as before it was broken, and the most exaggerated thing is that even the rotten clothes on his body have been repaired, clean and spotless. Everything is like a dream, and it is impossible to distinguish between the real and the fake.

He subconsciously took the grapes.

When you start cold, you can also feel the veins inside the grapes. In his mouth, the grape juice eroded his taste buds, telling him that none of this was a dream.

Cultivation has improved again!

Wang Zhong's heart moved, and he sensed that he was broken, and the divine realm of the third realm of calligraphy and painting had broken through again, and now he could draw the third 'god'.

"Have a good rest for two days, go back and call Wang Tong and a few of them over, and bring back the dead fourth and fifth children."

Saying that, Wu Chong was afraid that they would not be able to find the body, so he added another sentence.

"It's okay if you can't find the body, just bring two pieces of clothes back."

"Yes!"

Wang Zhong reacted instantly and hurriedly responded.

When I looked at the teacher again, the awe in my heart was even heavier. Reverse life and death, ignore logic! Is this the pinnacle of delusion?

He was suddenly a little lucky, glad that he was a disciple of the teacher, otherwise with his ambition to be a big master, it would be enough for him to die a hundred times. (End of chapter)