Chapter 815 Container

However, we will study these things later. The top priority is to provide warmth to the five farming people.

Thinking of this, Wu Chong walked back to the unbroken area, tore up a piece of paper that had been curled up from the ground, and put it in the palm of his hand. The full level of awareness and cultivation was instantly integrated into the piece of paper. The familiar context appears again. The purpose of cultivating consciousness to the full level was to deal with this situation where the enemy could not be found.

"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 turn the outside world into a vegetative state. But for Wu Chong, this darkness has no impact. He has even wandered around the Sea of ​​Chaos in the derivative world a few times, and this imitation space is not challenging at all.

Following the pattern of the paper, Wu Chong didn't know how long he walked before he saw a door.

The door is an old-fashioned big iron door with a big golden lock on it, so that the 'dream' outside cannot pass through the door and intrude on the existence inside. However, this method cannot stop Wu Chong. In this space of consciousness, everything has no quality. The so-called iron gate is just another kind of 'paper'!

He flew over and kicked the door.

Bang!

The door burst open, and he tumbled in.

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

"storehouse?"

Wu Chong stood up and took a look at his surroundings. He picked up a piece of porcelain on the red wooden box next to him.

It's cold in hand and quite heavy.

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

A dark figure broke in from outside. After seeing Wu Chong, he babbled a lot of incomprehensible things.

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

"World Lord? No."

Wu Chong originally thought it was the silhouette of a stone hammer, but upon closer inspection he realized something was wrong. This black figure's body is more burly, and the surface of his body is not a pure black silhouette, but has the same aura as him.

The moment Wu Chong paused, the black figure's ax had already come down.

"Can you speak?"

Wu Chong avoided his body and tried to ask.

The answer he got was another horizontal chop.

After confirming that this thing couldn't communicate, Wu Chong didn't bother to waste any more time. After dodging the attack, he made a fist with his right hand and punched it.

Click! !

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

With Wu Chong's current strength, if he could eliminate the World Lord with just one punch, no normal life would be able to withstand it.

The jet-black figure exploded and fell to the ground, lying on its back. The double-flowered ax fell to the side, leaving two large holes in the ground. Pieces of strange cracks spread along the pit, not only where the dark figure died, but also on Wu Chong's feet.

"Glass?"

Wu Chong reacted instantly.

This world has basic rules, but not many.

The world is no longer made of paper, but has become fragile glass. When he first bought the porcelain, he thought it was a bit strange, but now after taking a closer look, he found that it was indeed a glass product. Even the box that he thought was mahogany at first, now he knocked on it and found that it was also made of glass. Everything in this warehouse is made of glass!

Boom, boom, boom! !

There was a sound from outside again, as dull as a drum.

It struck three times.

Wu Chong raised his head and looked outside along the door opened by the dark figure. I found three pitch-black shadow monsters carrying big axes screaming and rushing towards me. These guys, like the previous ax monsters, had no way of communicating at all.

Wu Chong casually picked up the two axes on the ground and rushed out.

The moment the three dark figures were about to take action, his ax passed first. The rotating ax was like a boomerang, drawing a semicircular arc in the air. The three pitch-black figures rushing over were just above this arc.

The light of the ax flashed, and the three of them fell down.

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

Boom, boom, boom! !

This time it took five strokes.

Almost in sync with the sound, the moment the drum sound disappeared, several dark figures rushed out from the other side of the street, exactly five in number.

This strange sight made Wu Chong frown slightly.

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

The pattern on it was indeed pointing to this place, but the strange thing was that he did not find the stone hammer silhouette after he came in, but was instead besieged by these inexplicable things. These mindless dark figures are not strong, but they look like they are endlessly capable of killing.

Wu Chong didn't dare to let them really hurt him. It was better to be careful in such a weird place.

Bang!

Wu Chong waved his hand and chopped off the five newly formed dark figures, but this time it was obviously different. When he reached the fifth one, the resistance on the dark figure became obviously stronger.

"A glass container for storing clones?"

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

The last clone that died just now had the strength of a stone hammer silhouette. The familiar 'black' reminded Wu Chong of the silhouette of the stone hammer that had been blown apart by him. From this perspective, he instantly understood the significance of the existence of this glass space.

Copy the body for the coming!

Stone Hammer Silhouette They are not like Wu Chong, who has mastered the art of human skin and can descend into the world at will, spreading clones wildly in other worlds to plunder the heavens. As world masters, the path they took was far less carefree than Wu Chong's True Immortal Path. If you want to sneak into other worlds, you need to find a substitute.

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 explain that the bodies of Shichui Silhouette and his five-person farming group all came from here.

The dull drum beat sounded again.

This time a total of twelve came out.

Wu Chong started to move directly and his figure flashed. This time it’s straight to the point.

With a snap, he punched the black figure at the front. When the power was poured in, the figure who had not yet moved directly exploded into powder. The black piece shattered, and the color inside became darker and darker, getting closer and closer to the silhouette shape that Wu Chong had beaten to death before.

After smashing the first one, Wu Chong flew up and hovered in the air. He opened his palms and a translucent balloon emerged from his palms.

Wow! !

The released deformed delusion roared and swallowed it in one gulp at the remaining eleven pitch-black figures. The translucent body swallowed up these pitch-black figures in an instant. Within the body, densely packed tentacles wrapped around them like tree roots, but in the blink of an eye, these eleven pitch-black figures were sucked into residue.

After eating and drinking enough, he opened his mouth and burped, and a ball of black energy spurted out from his mouth, forming a mushroom-shaped air ball.

The energy from the World Lord's spare body tastes so good that I'm full of it.

After killing the twelve pitch-black figures, Wu Chong did not stop any longer. He flew directly to the end of the street, where he saw the big drums being beaten one by one.