Cao Yang was so panicked now that he had been with him for more than 20 years, he pointed out the problem, and it was a big problem. Looking at the originally simple door of wisdom in his consciousness, he didn't know what stimulation he was, and began to rise abnormally. The high temperature burned his consciousness, causing him to have a split headache, and he had no way to think normally.

But soon, a black mist surged in, wrapping the door of wisdom in an extremely strange way. As the black mist poured in, Cao Yang felt his consciousness suddenly cool and his whole body felt relaxed.

But the coldness was a bit too cold, making his consciousness almost frozen, and his whole body was like a disrepaired machine and could not function normally.

"I've found you." The overlapping sounds sounded in Cao Yang's consciousness. The primitive fear broke through the chill in Cao Yang's consciousness, as if he fell from a frozen ice field to a filthy abyss.

As fear rose, Cao Yang noticed that his consciousness seemed to have been torn apart, and countless painted black vines squeezed in from the hole, rushing wildly towards the door of wisdom wrapped in black fog.

At this moment, the door of wisdom wrapped in black fog struggled wildly, and the bronze skin began to break away, revealing the causal lines that intertwined inside, which swam freely like long snakes.

The black vines were not vague and directly pierced into the cause and effect line that formed the door of wisdom, releasing terrifying pollution. The cause and effect line was hit hard and could not help but tremble. Then they began to collapse wildly, as if the defeat had been decided.

But the next moment, deep in the line of cause and effect, a thin and withered bloody hand stretched out from it, as if it was coming from nothingness. It directly grabbed the painted black vine with one hand. The terrifying huge force with a faint red light wanted to pull the painted black vine into the door of wisdom that had turned into the red line gate.

But the black fiber body is not a vegetarian. Seeing that his vines and bloody hands were strife, he directly abandoned the building of the Tuojiang Company headquarters, and his entire terrifying body was devoted to Cao Yang's consciousness.

Terrifying strange sounds emanated from the black fiber body, and endless demon shadows struggled out of these strange sounds, turning into terrifying ghosts, emitting crazy whispers.

The owner of the Blood Hand seemed stunned. He didn't expect that this would happen. He didn't expect that the black fiber body was not targeting him, but Cao Yang himself, and he was preparing to dig his roots.

But how could the owner of the Blood Hand make him do what he wants? Just the blood hand brushed gently, and the blood-colored hurricane rolled up flat, sweeping all the huge black fibers into it. Countless magic shadow ghosts were torn apart by the blood-colored hurricane, and even the black fibers were blown off by the hurricane, revealing the strange flesh and blood that was wriggling like a terrifying worm inside.

The owner of the Blood Hand seemed to have a little rise in this. This time, not only was a thin and withered blood hand, but an arm was stretched out from the depths of the red line and directly grabbed the black fiber body.

The five fingers of the blood hand bent slightly, and countless causal lines were intertwined, directly covering the black fiber body. The black fiber body struggled weakly, and then a sensational black smoke rose, and the black fiber body lost its signs of life, like a piece of rotten flesh and blood. The owner of the blood hand seemed to see the purpose of the black fiber body. A disdainful chuckle came, and the blood hand held it tightly, grabbed the black fiber body hard in his hand, and then returned to the depths of the causal line with the blood color.

As the black fiber body was brought into the depths of the cause and effect line composed of the door of wisdom, Zhao Wugui, who was latent in Jing Yu's genus, had no sadness at all. Instead, he was happily writing and painting on the floor of Jing Yu's house. Strange lines of strange patterns were trembling stripes, and various ores were dotted among these stripes. If ordinary people saw this scene, they would naturally feel an indescribable disgust in their hearts, as if they were watching some dirty work that could not be described in words.

As Zhao Wugui progressed, even the space seemed to feel disgusted with these strange stripes and began to distort, and even couldn't wait to stay away from these stripes.

But Zhao Wugui didn't have any feelings about this, and as time went by, Zhao Wugui seemed to be more comfortable with it, and the progress of painting was faster.

After Zhao Wugui finished drawing, the whole room fell into an extremely strange state. If it were described, the room would be more like a conglomerate of various filthy, evil, and corrupted things, making all living beings unable to help but want to subconsciously escape.

Zhao Wugui cut open Jing Yu's palm, and blood gushed out, stained with these strange stripes.

The stripes absorbed the blood, as if they were alive, and even more terrifying changes began to take place. At this moment, the space seemed to be bound in this room, and countless creatures were wailing here, as if even time had condensed into this evil room.

Of course, this is in the eyes of normal people, and in Zhao Wugui's eyes there is another picture.

With countless parameters flowing in the space, Zhao Wugui bit by bit correcting the orientation of the body to accurately confirm the correct coordinates between the body and the consciousness clone.

It is relatively easy to correct the coordinates. The more difficult thing is how to quietly bring the body to its arrival. Zhao Wugui chose to corrupt. In this world, a tiny wound will be corrupted. Zhao Wugui's body will enter the world along the wound. Now, he has completed it, and the other side of the body is following the traces left by the bloody hand to encircle the black fiber body. It is breaking through the blockade of the giant world, trying to jump directly to this world.

"It's so soon, it's so soon. Now the other party's attention is attracted to the 90% consciousness clone. With just one negligence, the body can come over." Only ten% of the consciousness clone left muttered to himself, and the movements in his hands did not stop, repeatedly proofreading the coordinates of the body.

Immediately afterwards, the space was in a trance, and a crystal clear glass bead was rotating in the center of the room. Only ten percent of the consciousness clone left saw the glass bead, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!