However, these things will be studied later, and the top priority is to send warmth to the farming five.

Thinking of this, Wu Chong walked back to the area that had not yet been broken, tore up a piece of paper that had been cocked from the ground, and put it in the palm of his hand. The full-level cultivation induction was instantly integrated into the piece of paper. Familiar veins reappear. When I first raised my cultivation points to the full level, it was to deal with this kind of scenario where I couldn't find the enemy.

"In this direction."

Wu Chong opened his eyes, tore open the paper wall in front of him, and jumped into the darkness.

If the consciousness of ordinary people falls into this dark space, they may directly lose their way and let the outside world become a vegetative person. But for Wu Chong, this darkness had no effect. He had even walked around the Chaos Sea of the derivative world a few times, and this kind of imitation space was not challenging at all.

Walking along the lines of the paper, I don't know how long I walked, Wu Chong saw a door.

The door is one of those old-fashioned large iron doors, with a large golden lock locked on it, so that the 'dream' outside cannot penetrate the gate and intrude on the existence inside. However, this method can't stop Wu Chong, in this consciousness space, everything is qualityless, and the so-called iron gate is just another kind of 'paper'!

He flew over and kicked the door.

Boom!

The door broke, and he rolled in.

Inside is an antique room, completely different from the previous world of paper scraps. Here, Wu Chong actually felt the familiar logic of the world, and the things in the world became no different from the real thing, and it was no longer paper paste.

"Warehouse?"

Wu Chong got up and took a look at his surroundings, and he picked up a piece of porcelain on top of the red wooden box next to him.

It's cold to the end, and it's quite heavy.

Before he could take a closer look, the door next to him suddenly opened.

A figure with a pitch-black body barged in from outside, and when he saw Wu Chong, he said a lot of things that he didn't understand.

Seeing that Wu Chong didn't speak, the pitch-black figure slashed at him with a double-flowered big plate axe.

"Lord of the World? That's not right."

Wu Chong originally thought it was a stone hammer silhouette, but after a closer look, he found that something was wrong. This black figure is more burly, and the surface of the body is not a pure black silhouette, but has the same aura as him.

At the moment when Wu Chong paused, the black figure's plate axe had already farted.

"Can you speak?"

Wu Chong avoided his body and tried to ask.

The answer was another slash.

After making sure that this thing couldn't communicate, Wu Chong didn't bother to waste any more time. After dodging the attack, he clenched his right hand into a fist and hammered it over.

Click!!

The black shadow, who was about to swing his axe again, was hit in the face by this punch, and his head exploded on the spot.

With Wu Chong's current strength, except for the World Lord, no one in normal life can withstand this punch.

The exploding pitch-black figure lay on its back and fell to the ground, and the double-flowered axe fell to one side, smashing two large holes in the ground. Strange cracks spread along the pit, not only where the pitch-black figure died, but also under Wu Chong's feet.

"Glass?"

Wu Chong reacted instantly.

There are ground rules in this world, but not much.

The world is no longer made of pieces of paper, but fragile glass. He had thought it was a little strange when he bought the porcelain, but now when he looked closely, he realized that it was indeed a glass product. Even the box he thought was mahogany at first, but now when he knocked on it, he found that it was also made of glass. Everything in this warehouse is glass!

Knock knock!!

Outside again, there was a voice, as dull as a drum.

Knocked three times.

Wu Chong raised his head and looked out through the door opened by the pitch-black figure. I found three black shadow monsters with large axes screaming and rushing towards this side, these guys were the same as the previous plate axe, completely unable to communicate.

Wu Chong casually picked up the two plate axes on the ground and took the initiative to rush out.

At the moment when the three black figures were about to make a move, his axe passed first. The spinning plate axe was like a boomerang, drawing a semicircular arc in the air. Three pitch-black figures rushed right above this arc.

The axe flashed, and the three of them fell in response.

Before Wu Chong could relax, that strange drum sound appeared again.

Knock knock knock!!

This time it was five strikes.

Almost in sync with the sound, the moment the drums died out, several pitch-black figures rushed out on the other side of the street, exactly five.

This strange sight made Wu Chong frown slightly.

He glanced at the white piece of paper in his hand.

The place where the veins on it pointed was indeed here, but strangely enough, he didn't find the stone hammer silhouette when he came in, but was besieged by these inexplicable things. These brainless pitch-black figures are not strong, but they look like they are inexhaustible.

Wu Chong didn't dare to really let them hurt himself, this kind of strange place, it was better to be careful.

Boom!

Wu Chong waved his hand and cut off the five newly generated pitch-black figures, but this time it was obviously different. By the time he reached the fifth, the resistance on the pitch-black figure had noticeably strengthened.

"A glass container for stockpiling clones?"

Wu Chong looked at the blunt axe in his hand and casually threw it aside.

The last doppelganger who died just now already had some strength in the silhouette of a stone hammer. The familiar 'blackness' reminded Wu Chong of the body of the stone hammer silhouette that was blown up by him. From this point of view, he instantly understood the meaning of the existence of this glass space.

Replica the body for the arrival!

Stone Hammer Silhouette They are not like Wu Chong, who has mastered the art of human skin and can descend to the world at will, and scatter clones in other worlds to plunder the heavens. As the world lord, the path they took was far less comfortable than Wu Chong's True Immortal Dao. If you want to infiltrate other worlds, you have to find a stand-in.

This glass space is the stand-in cultivation base for the stone hammer silhouette! Wu Chong searched for it according to the context, and paid attention to the silhouette of the stone hammer and the body of their farming five, all of which came from here.

The dull drums sounded again.

This time, a total of twelve came out.

Wu Chong moved directly, and his figure flashed. This time it goes straight to the basics.

With a snap, a punch hit the black shadow at the front. The power was poured in, and the figure that had not yet moved exploded directly into powder. The black piece shattered, and the color inside became deeper and deeper, getting closer and closer to the silhouette form that was killed by Wu Chong before.

After smashing the first one, Wu Chong flew up and hovered in mid-air, only to see him spread out his palm, and a translucent balloon emerged from his palm.

Wow!!

The deformed delusion that had been released roared and swallowed at the remaining eleven pitch-black figures. The translucent body swallowed these black figures in an instant, and in the body, dense tentacles were wrapped around them like tree roots, but in the blink of an eye, the eleven black figures were sucked into residue.

The deformed delusion of eating and drinking opened his mouth and burped, and a cloud of black energy erupted from his mouth, forming a mushroom-shaped air mass.

The energy of the world's main body's spare body tastes really good, and it is all overwhelmed.

After killing the twelve black figures, Wu Chong didn't stay any longer, he flew directly to the end of the street, where he saw the big drum that had been beaten.