Chapter 804 The World Is a Grass

"Who are you?"

Looking at this young man who suddenly appeared, Ling Zhujun's first reaction was to be on guard. The power shown by the other party was too strong, and she had never been exposed to that special fluctuation before. There is no fluctuation in consciousness and cultivation, and he is more like an ordinary person.

Just, how is it possible.

Wang Zhong glanced at the five Ling Zhujuns who were trapped in the middle, and then lost the desire to speak.

If it hadn't been for the teacher's instructions, he wouldn't have taken a second look at this weakling, even if this weakling was his master's wife.

"Come on, I hope you'll keep me entertained."

Wang Zhong flew up, floating 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 three-meter range of the body and then quickly twisted and deformed, turning into strange monkeys with wings, grinning and attacking the ambushers outside. What's even more exaggerated is that after some strange monkeys landed on the ground, they even started to eat the ink array, and the ink rockeries disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This scene shocked everyone, and the painter responsible for the ambush was the first to turn around and run away.

But as soon as he moved, he was knocked down by the dense crowd of strange monkeys behind him, and the screams quickly disappeared. Ling Tianyang was not much better. He resisted for about three breaths, but there were too many strange monkeys and he couldn't defend himself. A moment later, the clan uncle who conspired against Ling Zhujun also followed in the footsteps of the formation painter, and died simply.

Ling Zhujun and the other five people, who were protected in the middle, stared blankly at the scene in front of them. For the first time, they felt as if they looked down on the practitioners of other paths.

Outside of consciousness cultivation, there may not be any strong people.

In the courtyard, Wu Chong was sitting under the grape arbor with his eyes slightly closed.

"Irregularity can also lead to innateness. When my delusion reaches a certain level, I can 'imagine' it as innateness." Wu Chong thought about the trajectory of the two silhouettes attacking him in his mind. Split this power bit by bit.

Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you be victorious in every battle. The first thing Wu Chong has to do is to understand the methods used by Silhouette, and then attack him in turn.

It's not his character to always be passively beaten.

"At the level of consciousness, this should be the same as the practice of consciousness. As a Taoist and the founder of the path of consciousness cultivation, that guy's foundation will definitely not change."

Following this idea, Wu Chong began to adjust the power in his body.

The body becomes heavier and heavier, and the breeze blows on my face.

A black and white line of time appeared in his perception. Even with his eyes closed, he could 'see' the outside world and see the grape leaves blown by the wind on the grape trellis above.

Slowly, the consciousness becomes deeper and deeper. An invisible force brought his consciousness and began to sink downward. The world of black and white lines turned into flowing lake water. 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 power of life contained in it, which is as pale white as a candle.

rustle

A strange sound came from the side. Wu Chong looked sideways and found a huge insect chewing on the stems and leaves of the weeds.

"Conscious cultivation space?"

Wu Chong turned his gaze in other directions.

There are black and white lines and dancing flames everywhere.

These flames are representations of life.

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

But when he wanted to go further, he failed.

He is not a cultivator of consciousness. Even if he imitates it very closely, in the final analysis he is still not a cultivator of consciousness. The slightest difference in this kind of matter involving the origin will bring about completely different effects. Silhouette can use this fire to attack him, but he can't use it in reverse.

"panel."

Wu Chong thought about it, and a familiar meeting jumped out.

Character: Wu Chong

Realm: The third level of calligraphy and painting (false way), the first level of consciousness cultivation (false way)

"upgrade!"

With a thought from Wu Chong, a huge amount of experience points burned up, turning into energy and rushing towards the level 1 consciousness cultivators behind him.

After a period of trance, the level of consciousness cultivation changed.

The wood-grain white fire held in Wu Chong's hand became clearer. He seemed to hear a strange sound. The sound was very close, but if he listened carefully, it would become far away. It was so noisy that one could not hear clearly what it was saying.

"Up again!"

Wu Chong once again controlled the level of consciousness cultivation on the panel. This time he clicked more than a dozen times at once, and did not stop until the level of consciousness cultivation on the panel became perfect.

In an instant, the feeling of thousands of years passed by, followed immediately by a massive amount of memories.

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

Life!

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

"Grow taller."

Wu Chong suddenly had this idea.

The white wood-grained fire he held trembled, and then he saw the weed under his feet trembling and growing. The roots of the tree were like twisted snakes, and they began to take root downward crazily. The insect that was still chewing on the stems and leaves was restrained by the entangled tree roots before it could react.

Countless fibrous roots were like life-threatening chains, taking root in the insect's body. In the blink of an eye, the insect was sucked into a piece of skin.

The flames representing the insects quickly disappeared and merged into the weeds, causing the weeds to rise a lot out of thin air.

Looking at the huge changes in the weeds, Wu Chong stopped again.

He felt as if his thinking had become a little slow, as if he had forgotten something.

He looked up and saw that the black and white grid world above was swaying like the wind.

‘The world is also a grass? ’

This absurd idea arose in Wu Chong's mind.

The world of weeds only needs fertilizer!

All living things in the world are just like the bugs, they are nourishment.

With such strange thoughts, Wu Chong stood up. As soon as he got up, he felt something was wrong. When he looked back, he was still lying on the chair. What stood up was just his consciousness. This kind of out-of-body consciousness is very similar to the transformation he once experienced, but it is a little different. Because the underlying logic of this world was something he had never seen before.

‘How to get rid of weeds in the world of weeds? ’

It is easy to understand many things if you think of the world as grass. Except for the world itself, all life in the world is like insects.

The method used by 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 white wood-grained fire.

The moment the flames came into his hands, the same touch as before came again.

It was still the familiar fluctuation of grass life, the only difference was that the fire was bigger. Through this fire, Wu Chong sensed the weeds he had previously controlled, like branches.

All weeds are connected together.

This idea arose in Wu Chong's mind. In order to confirm the authenticity, he found a few plants in the yard and found that the wood grain and white fire of these plants were the same as those of weeds. Except for the strength of the energy, everything else was the same. Same.

One body and one heart, connecting the whole world. (End of chapter)