Space Fragmentation

After a round of instructions and greetings, all the doctors present gave their blessings to Wukong.

What about surviving a great disaster, there will be good fortune in the future, and pay attention to safety in the future...

Then all the doctors left.

Bang!

The door of the ward was knocked open, and Wukong's agent Mr. Li ran to Wukong's bed with tears and snot.

He suddenly held Wukong's hand and said excitedly: "My great magician!"

"You finally woke up, you don't know what I almost became during the time you were in a coma!" Mr. Li told his difficult times like an old woman.

"Hiss!" Wukong shook off Mr. Li's hand and pushed him away, saying disdainfully: "Damn it, Lao Li, can we not do this?!"

Wukong was stunned!

"No, why is Lao Li here?" For everything in front of him, Wukong naturally would not believe that he really traveled back to the original world.

If it was really a dream, then of course it was impossible to feel pain, but in the past ten years in Douluo.

Wukong has endured much more pain than in his previous life. That feeling, that kind of pain he has experienced personally, cannot be summarized and resolved by a dream.

But strangely, this kind of uniformity in Wukong's heart is being quickly worn away by some kind of mysterious power.

Even more terrifying is this weird atmosphere. Wukong found that as long as he recalled the things in Douluo World.

Except for this ward, the world is terribly quiet. Logically speaking, with the influence of his previous life, the outside world should have been filled with the sound of the group of reporters discussing and talking.

There is no reason to be so quiet, even if he was unconscious for too long and there were no reporters after the situation calmed down.

Why is there not even the most basic sound of cars passing by and horns?

Wukong pushed Mr. Li and asked with his head held up: "How long have I been in a coma?"

Mr. Li wiped his tears and sighed: "Alas, you have been in a coma for two months, my brother!"

"Two months?"

"Yeah!" Mr. Li nodded.

"What about the reporters?"

"I have been in a coma for so long, there should be reporters outside, right?" Wukong glanced outside the door and didn't see anything.

Mr. Li shook his head and explained: "In the first week of your coma, all the reporters withdrew, and the company also issued some statements saying not to let them disturb you."

"Really..." Wukong nodded thoughtfully.

"Then thank you for your hard work, you go out first, I want to be alone." Wukong sent Mr. Li out, and then looked at everything in the room by himself.

This can't be the real world. Wukong's last memory is that he is going to save Ye Lingling.

But he was pulled into the Begonia Secret Realm by the black tentacles.

According to what Ye Lingling said before, every powerful soul master who entered the Begonia Secret Realm could not hold on any longer and wanted to call for help.

The people outside who were responding saw different scenery inside at a certain moment...

That is to say.

"The Begonia Secret Realm has the ability to confuse people's minds or change the phase space..."

"That makes sense, why do the people outside who were responding see different scenery?" Wukong analyzed in his heart.

But it shouldn't be like that. If he entered this phase space at the first time, Gu Yuena's silver scales would react.

Automatically generate soul power to resist the space ability, so as to offset the abnormal space, and the power of its own breath will also resist.

But the problem now is that the surrounding is indeed an abnormal space, but these two layers of protection have not reacted. Could it be that it is not a space?

Is it an illusion?

That is even more impossible.

After strengthening his body several times, Wukong can reach the realm of immunity to mental power. As long as it is not the mental confusion of the God King level, Wukong will accept everything.

It is impossible for the God King to specifically target such a family in the lower world. He can't manage so many planes, so how can he care about such a family's affairs?

Almost all of them are dead ends, and I can't figure it out no matter how hard I think...

But...

"As long as it is a space... there must be loopholes!" Wukong's mouth corners slightly raised.

This is what Gu Yuena taught Wukong before. No matter how powerful the space is, there must be a place that is the weakest point in the entire space.

As long as you find that weak point, you can break through the space in one fell swoop.

But to find this, you must have a strong premise. After all, if the strength of both sides is too different, even if you find the weakness of the other party's space.

That will be useless.

Wukong turned over and got out of bed, taking two steps at a time, and instantly stepped to the door of the ward.

Creak~

Wukong opened the door and looked out. It was just an ordinary corridor, and there were some nurses busy with their work.

Overall, there was nothing strange.

"Wait!" Wukong suddenly thought of something and immediately ran to the window.

Pulling open the curtains of the ward and opening the window, a bustling night scene of the city came into view, and Wukong looked down.

It was as high as nine floors.

Why not think so?

The aura and silver scales actually worked, but the effect was not obvious. If it were another soul master, he would be completely immersed in the whole illusion.

But Wukong could still stay awake and recall the previous things, so it can be understood that the aura and silver scales worked, that is, they kept Wukong conscious!

But this space is really so terrifying.

The silver scales and breath can only barely preserve Wukong's consciousness and awareness, so how powerful must the power to create this space be?

Gu Yuena's silver scales in their heyday only have this effect.

"If I'm not mistaken, this space should be composed according to the spirit and subconsciousness of the person being cast."

"The next plot of the space should be completely determined by the subconsciousness of the person being cast."

"But I have silver scales and breath to block it, so the composition of the space will be affected, which means that at this time, as long as you take actions that run counter to normal thinking."

"There is a certain probability of breaking the space!" Wukong clapped his hands and thought of a solution.

But...

Once it fails, will there be a dog-blood setting where the person in the dream dies and the reality dies with him?

Wukong looked down, gritted his teeth, and made up his mind!

"I can't care so much!" He grabbed the window railing with both hands, stepped on the table and jumped down!

Following his plot will eventually die, so it's better to fight now, and there is also the system as a backup.

Wukong doesn't believe it will watch its host die!

I hope it won't!

During the fall, the sky changed.

Crack, crack, crack!

It broke into pieces like a mirror, and a big hole was opened.

A golden light appeared in the hole, instantly covering Wukong who was about to land. Looking up, the golden light seemed to be guiding him.

At this time, Wukong suddenly felt full of strength, and the familiar feeling inside his body returned.

"Is that so?" Wukong grinned, then flew into the big hole with the flying technique.