I made myths
Chapter 114 Entering the Illusion in the Illusion
Chapter 114 Entering the Illusion in the Illusion
"Hero! Thank you hero! I didn't have a choice before, but now I want to be a good person. Thank you hero for giving me this opportunity! The kindness and virtue will never be forgotten!"
There was no resentment on Feng Lengzi's face, not even the slightest bit of displeasure, and he looked grateful for being redeemed.
Relying on this ability to freely control expressions, it is easy to talk to people, and the kung fu of talking nonsense to hell can be mixed anywhere.
Wen Qian nodded and patted him on the shoulder with a look of admiration for you, then snapped his fingers and let the rest of you go.
The rest of the people were fine, they didn't dare to have any dissatisfaction, they were all frightened by Wen Qian's methods.
Only the boss at the prefecture level was still a little dissatisfied. He looked at Wen Qian's back and was eager to try, and he had bad thoughts in his heart.
The next moment he suddenly fell to his knees, his scorched face distorted, he kept hitting his head, and let out a weak, hoarse cry of pain.
Blood was left along the place where he was hit, but he still didn't stop, insisting on smashing his own skull.
The rest of the people were so frightened by this scene that their legs trembled, and they subconsciously covered their heads, as if they were the ones suffering.
Wen Qian didn't care about them, his body slowly flew above the bitter grass, and landed on the edge of the Lingquan, the rich aura rushed to his face and overflowed with fragrance.
Take a sip of the spring water with your hands, the cold feeling slips from your mouth, across your throat and chest, a sense of clarity floods your heart, but it turns into warmth when it reaches your abdomen, and the warm current flows all over your body.
"It's really strange. It's many times better than the spirit dew on the top of Kunlun Mountain."
After a little taste, Wen Qian turned around to wake up Chuan'er, dissolve the medicine in his body, and explained the process of a series of things to him.
"Understood, these are bad people. Master wants them to atone for their sins, but they need to practice, so let me take care of them."
"That's right, that's it. No matter what happens when I am practicing, don't bother me."
Wen Qian entrusted with a solemn expression, this is the first time Chuan'er has seen this stern and cautious appearance.
He straightened his body immediately, and promised: "Master, please rest assured and practice boldly, I guarantee that no one will disturb you!"
"So good."
Wen Qian didn't really mean to ask Chuan'er to protect him, but just wanted to find something for him to do so that he wouldn't run around.
As for those guys who have been placed in the taboo formation by him, there is no need to worry about them getting out of control, unless they can find a heavenly level, willing to take the time to untie them a little bit.
Even Shennong is full of praise for such a taboo formation, let alone them?
Wen Qian flew up again, threw the bitterness-free flower into the spiritual spring, and controlled it to float on the water to absorb the spiritual spring and spread more pollen.
He himself also flew over the Lingquan, hovering cross-legged one meter above the center, and the old monk began to practice as if in meditation.
This time, he didn't block his breathing to prevent pollen from being inhaled, but directly turned on the swallowing mode, using aura to control the pollen in the entire valley to fly towards him.
The purple pollen flickers little by little, gathering together like countless galaxies, and like the entire dark purple starry sky pressing down, it is absolutely wonderful.
Breathing in and out, the "Galaxy" and "Starry Sky" dimmed, like a majestic giant being conceived.
"This... this is too exaggerated, the boss was not so outrageous when he was practicing."
Feng Lengzi's jaw almost fell to the ground, and he was shocked by the scene in front of him and muttered to himself.
But this time, his boss didn't do anything, but opened his mouth wide together, and just stood there in a daze, watching the countless bitter grass powder being squeezed and absorbed, with a look of seeing a ghost on his face.
"His grandma's, I was beaten by this thing?"
The boss of Feng Lengzi couldn't help but his legs trembled. An ordinary person would not wake up after sucking up all the powder particles of a bitter grass. The spiritual level is only ten plants, and the earth level like him is only a thousand plants. .
But what is going on with this monster in his eyes?Not only absorbing the pollen of bitterness-free flowers, but also the powder grains of nearly ten thousand plants of bitterness-free grasses, isn't this courting death?
However, the other party is not only fine, but can also separate his mind and guide the spiritual spring to nourish the bitter grass, so that they can continuously produce powder particles for their own absorption.
Compared to their shock, Chuan'er was very calm, and asked Feng Lianzi, who seemed the most cowardly, "How are you all not affected by these pollen?"
"Ah? Oh. Well, as long as you cook the root system of the bitter grass in a pot until the soup turns deep purple and drink it, you will be immune to the powder of the bitter grass."
"Is that so?" Chuan'er nodded, stopped talking, and sat on the edge quietly watching Wen Qian practice.
Feng Lengzi was stunned for a moment, and sat beside him, and the rest of them followed their example and sat down quietly.
One is because there is really nothing to do, and the other is because he is too timid to leave, for fear that Wen Qian will see them when he wakes up, think they are running away, and blow their heads off.
Just now they saw the miserable state of their boss, the pain that even the prefecture level could not bear, it would be better for them, the spirit level, to live in peace.
Compared to their quietness, Wen Qian is in some trouble at the moment.
A large amount of bitter grass powder was inhaled into the body, paralyzing the body, and the body affected the soul, and soon he fell into an endless illusion.
Memories of the past life, memories of this life, myths of the past life, rumors of this life... blend together to construct a fantasy world, as vague and hazy as an oil painting.
You can vaguely see the magnificent temple, the eerie Yindu, a chaotic universe, primitive people wearing animal skins stepping on the planet, countless souls gathered on the trees and melted in the river...
In the end, it shattered like a mirror lake, water moon, and disappeared without a trace, and the place he was in became a modern society.
It was too wonderful and dreamy, Wen Qian looked at it indifferently, and ignored everything as floating clouds and the scenery along the way.
He experienced the illusion in the illusion, although he was not sure it would be useful, but it was more hopeful than waiting.
This is not the kind of panacea that Shennong said. When Shennong started to practice, Sui Huang had already burned the bittern grass, so that Shennong didn't eat this bittern grass until he became famous.
Time passed by every minute and every second, and the pollen galaxy and starry sky had all disappeared, all the bitter grass withered, and the bitter flowers were listless, and they were completely drained and floated in the spiritual spring with their heads drooping.
Wen Qian still didn't move, but a dazzling white light appeared on his body. This sudden change made Chuan'er feel worried. Thinking of what Wen Qian said before, he didn't dare to act rashly and could only wait impatiently.
"I want to trust Master! Master said that he will be fine, then he will be fine!"
Chuan'er cheered for Wen Qian in his heart, and even Feng Lengzi and others who had been planted with an emergency formation and had no freedom could not help but get nervous.
They don't know what Wen Qian is doing, but they can understand from this battle that they are going to do something big. Also as practitioners, they hope that Wen Qian can succeed, which is far above personal grievances.
(End of this chapter)
"Hero! Thank you hero! I didn't have a choice before, but now I want to be a good person. Thank you hero for giving me this opportunity! The kindness and virtue will never be forgotten!"
There was no resentment on Feng Lengzi's face, not even the slightest bit of displeasure, and he looked grateful for being redeemed.
Relying on this ability to freely control expressions, it is easy to talk to people, and the kung fu of talking nonsense to hell can be mixed anywhere.
Wen Qian nodded and patted him on the shoulder with a look of admiration for you, then snapped his fingers and let the rest of you go.
The rest of the people were fine, they didn't dare to have any dissatisfaction, they were all frightened by Wen Qian's methods.
Only the boss at the prefecture level was still a little dissatisfied. He looked at Wen Qian's back and was eager to try, and he had bad thoughts in his heart.
The next moment he suddenly fell to his knees, his scorched face distorted, he kept hitting his head, and let out a weak, hoarse cry of pain.
Blood was left along the place where he was hit, but he still didn't stop, insisting on smashing his own skull.
The rest of the people were so frightened by this scene that their legs trembled, and they subconsciously covered their heads, as if they were the ones suffering.
Wen Qian didn't care about them, his body slowly flew above the bitter grass, and landed on the edge of the Lingquan, the rich aura rushed to his face and overflowed with fragrance.
Take a sip of the spring water with your hands, the cold feeling slips from your mouth, across your throat and chest, a sense of clarity floods your heart, but it turns into warmth when it reaches your abdomen, and the warm current flows all over your body.
"It's really strange. It's many times better than the spirit dew on the top of Kunlun Mountain."
After a little taste, Wen Qian turned around to wake up Chuan'er, dissolve the medicine in his body, and explained the process of a series of things to him.
"Understood, these are bad people. Master wants them to atone for their sins, but they need to practice, so let me take care of them."
"That's right, that's it. No matter what happens when I am practicing, don't bother me."
Wen Qian entrusted with a solemn expression, this is the first time Chuan'er has seen this stern and cautious appearance.
He straightened his body immediately, and promised: "Master, please rest assured and practice boldly, I guarantee that no one will disturb you!"
"So good."
Wen Qian didn't really mean to ask Chuan'er to protect him, but just wanted to find something for him to do so that he wouldn't run around.
As for those guys who have been placed in the taboo formation by him, there is no need to worry about them getting out of control, unless they can find a heavenly level, willing to take the time to untie them a little bit.
Even Shennong is full of praise for such a taboo formation, let alone them?
Wen Qian flew up again, threw the bitterness-free flower into the spiritual spring, and controlled it to float on the water to absorb the spiritual spring and spread more pollen.
He himself also flew over the Lingquan, hovering cross-legged one meter above the center, and the old monk began to practice as if in meditation.
This time, he didn't block his breathing to prevent pollen from being inhaled, but directly turned on the swallowing mode, using aura to control the pollen in the entire valley to fly towards him.
The purple pollen flickers little by little, gathering together like countless galaxies, and like the entire dark purple starry sky pressing down, it is absolutely wonderful.
Breathing in and out, the "Galaxy" and "Starry Sky" dimmed, like a majestic giant being conceived.
"This... this is too exaggerated, the boss was not so outrageous when he was practicing."
Feng Lengzi's jaw almost fell to the ground, and he was shocked by the scene in front of him and muttered to himself.
But this time, his boss didn't do anything, but opened his mouth wide together, and just stood there in a daze, watching the countless bitter grass powder being squeezed and absorbed, with a look of seeing a ghost on his face.
"His grandma's, I was beaten by this thing?"
The boss of Feng Lengzi couldn't help but his legs trembled. An ordinary person would not wake up after sucking up all the powder particles of a bitter grass. The spiritual level is only ten plants, and the earth level like him is only a thousand plants. .
But what is going on with this monster in his eyes?Not only absorbing the pollen of bitterness-free flowers, but also the powder grains of nearly ten thousand plants of bitterness-free grasses, isn't this courting death?
However, the other party is not only fine, but can also separate his mind and guide the spiritual spring to nourish the bitter grass, so that they can continuously produce powder particles for their own absorption.
Compared to their shock, Chuan'er was very calm, and asked Feng Lianzi, who seemed the most cowardly, "How are you all not affected by these pollen?"
"Ah? Oh. Well, as long as you cook the root system of the bitter grass in a pot until the soup turns deep purple and drink it, you will be immune to the powder of the bitter grass."
"Is that so?" Chuan'er nodded, stopped talking, and sat on the edge quietly watching Wen Qian practice.
Feng Lengzi was stunned for a moment, and sat beside him, and the rest of them followed their example and sat down quietly.
One is because there is really nothing to do, and the other is because he is too timid to leave, for fear that Wen Qian will see them when he wakes up, think they are running away, and blow their heads off.
Just now they saw the miserable state of their boss, the pain that even the prefecture level could not bear, it would be better for them, the spirit level, to live in peace.
Compared to their quietness, Wen Qian is in some trouble at the moment.
A large amount of bitter grass powder was inhaled into the body, paralyzing the body, and the body affected the soul, and soon he fell into an endless illusion.
Memories of the past life, memories of this life, myths of the past life, rumors of this life... blend together to construct a fantasy world, as vague and hazy as an oil painting.
You can vaguely see the magnificent temple, the eerie Yindu, a chaotic universe, primitive people wearing animal skins stepping on the planet, countless souls gathered on the trees and melted in the river...
In the end, it shattered like a mirror lake, water moon, and disappeared without a trace, and the place he was in became a modern society.
It was too wonderful and dreamy, Wen Qian looked at it indifferently, and ignored everything as floating clouds and the scenery along the way.
He experienced the illusion in the illusion, although he was not sure it would be useful, but it was more hopeful than waiting.
This is not the kind of panacea that Shennong said. When Shennong started to practice, Sui Huang had already burned the bittern grass, so that Shennong didn't eat this bittern grass until he became famous.
Time passed by every minute and every second, and the pollen galaxy and starry sky had all disappeared, all the bitter grass withered, and the bitter flowers were listless, and they were completely drained and floated in the spiritual spring with their heads drooping.
Wen Qian still didn't move, but a dazzling white light appeared on his body. This sudden change made Chuan'er feel worried. Thinking of what Wen Qian said before, he didn't dare to act rashly and could only wait impatiently.
"I want to trust Master! Master said that he will be fine, then he will be fine!"
Chuan'er cheered for Wen Qian in his heart, and even Feng Lengzi and others who had been planted with an emergency formation and had no freedom could not help but get nervous.
They don't know what Wen Qian is doing, but they can understand from this battle that they are going to do something big. Also as practitioners, they hope that Wen Qian can succeed, which is far above personal grievances.
(End of this chapter)
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