Comprehensive Martial Arts: Others Practice Martial Arts, I Cultivate Immortals

"who are you?"

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

Just, how is it possible.

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

If it wasn't for the teacher's order, he wouldn't take a second look at this kind of weak chicken, even if this weak chicken is his teacher's wife.

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

Wang Zhong flew up, and the person floated into the air, and the dense black sky spread out in all directions around him.The scattered black dots flew out of the three-meter range of the body and then quickly distorted and transformed into monster monkeys with wings, grinning and attacking the ambushers outside one by one.What's even more exaggerated is that after some strange monkeys landed, even the ink array began to eat, and the ink and wash rockeries disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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

But as soon as he moved, he was thrown down by the densely packed strange monkeys behind him, and the screams quickly died away.Ling Tianyang was not much better, he resisted for about three breaths, but the number of monster monkeys was too many, and he couldn't defend against it at all.After a while, the clan uncle who plotted against Mr. Ling Zhu also followed in the footsteps of the array painter, and died simply.

The five Ling Zhujun who were protected in the middle stared blankly at the scene in front of them, and for the first time felt that they seemed to belittle practitioners of other paths.

In addition to knowledge and cultivation, there may not be no strong ones.

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

"False way can also be congenital. When my delusion reaches a certain degree of erosion, I can 'imagine' it as innate." Wu Chong thought about the trajectory of the previous two silhouettes attacking him in his mind. Split this force bit by bit.

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

It is not in his character to always be passively beaten.

"At the level of consciousness, this should be the same as that of knowledge cultivation. That guy, as a fellow of Taoism and the founder of the Dao of Knowledge Cultivation, will definitely not change his foundation."

Following this line of thought, Wu Chong began to transfer 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. Even with his eyes closed, he could 'see' the outside world, and see the grape leaves on the grape trellis above which were driven by the wind.

Slowly, the consciousness became deeper and deeper.An invisible force led his consciousness and began to sink downwards.The world of black and white lines turned into a flowing lake. He sank to the surface of the lake and saw shaking black weeds.This is a wild plant growing in the yard. Wu Chong can clearly feel the power of life contained in it, which is pale white like a candle.

rustle
A strange sound came from the side. Wu Chong looked sideways and found a huge worm eating the stems and leaves of weeds.

"Recognition and cultivation space?"

Wu Chong turned his gaze to other directions.

There are black and white lines and dancing flames everywhere.

These flames are representatives of life.

Wu Chong tried to grab the nearest fire, his hands were cold, and he could even feel the flowing texture of the flames.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 knowledgeable, even if the imitation is very similar, but in the final analysis it is still not knowledgeable.This kind of matter involving the source, if it is slightly different, will bring about completely different effects.Silhouette can use this flame to attack him, but he can't use it in reverse.

"panel."

With a thought in Wu Chong's mind, a familiar face jumped out.

Character: Wu Chong

Realm: The Third Realm of the Way of Calligraphy and Painting (False Way), First Level of Consciousness Cultivation (False)
"upgrade!"

With a thought of Wu Chong, a huge amount of experience points burned up, turning into energy and rushing to the next level of knowledge cultivation.

After a period of trance, the level of knowledge cultivation has changed.

The wood-grained white fire held in Wu Chong's hand became clearer, and he seemed to hear a strange sound, which was very close, but it became very far away when he listened carefully.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 a dozen times in one breath, and didn't stop until the cultivation level on the panel became complete.

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

The process lasted for about ten breaths before returning to normal. When he looked at the wood-grained white fire in his hand again, Wu Chong found that there were several branches on the body of 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 thought.

The wood grain white fire held by him trembled for a moment, and then he saw the weed tremblingly growing under his feet.Like a twisted long snake, the roots of the tree began to take root crazily.The worm that was still gnawing on the stems and leaves was controlled by the entangled tree roots before it could react.

Countless fibrous roots rooted into the worm's body like life-threatening chains, and in the blink of an eye, the worm was sucked into a piece of skin.

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

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

He felt that his thinking seemed to be a little slow, as if he had forgotten something.

He looked up, and the world above the black and white grid was shaking like the wind.

'The world is also a grass? '

This absurd idea rose in Wu Chong's mind.

A world of weeds, all you need is fertilizer!
All creatures in the world are nourishment just like the bugs just now.

With such a strange thought in mind, Wu Chong stood up.As soon as he got up, he felt that something was wrong. Looking back, the 'he' on the chair was still lying down, and what stood up was only consciousness.This kind of consciousness leaving the body is very similar to the transformation he experienced before, but it is a little different.Because the underlying logic of this world was something he had never seen before.

'In the world of weeds, how to get rid of them? '

Many things are easy to understand when the world is regarded as grass. Except for the world itself, all life in the world is a worm.

The means used by the silhouette is to use the instinct of 'grass' to eat insects!

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

The moment the flame touched his hands, the same tactile sensation as before came again.

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

All weeds are connected.

This thought 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 all the same as weeds. Except for the strength of energy, the others were Same.

One heart, connected to the whole world. (end of this chapter)