Douluo Super Saiyan Legend

After some instructions and greetings, all the doctors present sent their blessings to Wukong.

If someone survives a catastrophe, he or she will be blessed later. You should pay attention to safety in the future...

Then all the doctors left.

Bang!

The door to the ward was knocked open, and Wukong's manager, Mr. Li, staggered to Wukong's bed with runny nose and tears.

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

"You finally woke up. You don't know what happened to me while you were in coma!" Mr. Li told him like an old woman about the difficulty of this period of time.

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

Wukong was startled!

"No, why did Lao Li appear here?" Regarding everything in front of him, Wukong naturally did not believe that he had really traveled back to his original world.

If it was really a dream, then of course it would be impossible to feel pain, but in Douluo's more than ten years.

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

But the strange thing is that this uniformity in Wukong's heart is being quickly consumed by some kind of wonderful power.

What's even more terrifying is this weird atmosphere. Wukong finds that as long as he recalls the events in Douluo World.

Except for this ward, the world outside the ward is eerily quiet. Logically speaking, with the influence of my previous life, there are already the sounds of the group of reporters discussing and discussing outside.

There was no reason for him to be so quiet. Even if he was unconscious for too long, there would be no reporters left when the situation calmed down.

Why are there not even the most basic sounds of cars passing by and horns?

Wukong pushed Mr. Li, held his head and asked, "How long have I been unconscious?"

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

"Two months?"

"Yeah!" Mr. Li nodded.

"What about the reporters?"

"I've been unconscious for so long, there should be reporters outside, right?" Wukong glanced outside the door, but didn't see anything.

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

"Really..." Wukong nodded thoughtfully.

"Thank you for your hard work. You can go out first. I want to be alone." Wukong took Mr. Li out and then looked at everything in the room.

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

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

According to what Ye Lingling said before, every powerful soul master who enters the Haitang Secret Realm finally cannot hold on anymore and wants to cry out for help.

The people who are responding outside see the scene inside differently at a certain moment...

That is to say.

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

"That's right, why the people outside see different scenery." Wukong analyzed in his heart.

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

Automatically generate the soul power to resist the space ability, thereby counteracting the abnormal space, and the power of the breath itself will also resist.

But the problem we are facing now is that the surrounding area is indeed a different space, but these two layers of protection have not responded. Could it be that it is not a space?

Is it an illusion?

That would be even more impossible.

After strengthening his body several times, Wukong was able to reach the state of being immune to mental power. As long as he was not mentally confused by the God-King level, Wukong would accept anyone who came.

It's impossible for the God King to specifically target a family like this in the lower world. He can't take care of so many planes. How can he still be in the mood to care about the affairs of such a family?

Almost all are dead ends, and I can’t figure it out no matter how hard I try…

but……

"As long as there is space... there will definitely be loopholes!" Wukong's mouth raised slightly.

This is what Gu Yuena taught Wukong before. No matter how powerful the space is, there must be somewhere where it 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 if you want to realize this, you must have strong strength. After all, if the strength of the two sides is too different, it will be the weakness of the opponent's space.

That doesn't help either.

Wukong got out of bed, took one step at a time, and reached the door of the ward in an instant.

Crunch~

Wukong opened the door and poked his head out to see that it was just an ordinary corridor with some nurses busy with their work.

Overall there is nothing strange about it.

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

Pulling back the curtains of the ward and opening the window, Wukong looked down at the bustling night view of the city.

It is as high as nine floors.

Why not?

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

But Wukong can still stay awake and can recall previous events, so it can be understood that the breath and silver scales have played a role in maintaining Wukong's consciousness!

But this space is really terrifying.

The silver scales and breath will be able to preserve Wukong's mind and consciousness. How powerful is the power to create this space?

In its heyday, Gu Yuena's silver scales only had this effect.

"If you guessed it correctly, this space should be composed according to the spirit and subconsciousness of the person being cast."

"The next direction of the plot in the space should be completely determined by the subconscious mind of the person being cast."

"But I have silver scales and aura to stop it, so the space structure will be affected, which means that at this time, I only need to take actions that run counter to normal thinking."

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

Can……

Once it fails, will there be a bloody setting where the person in the dream dies and the reality also dies?

Wukong looked down, gritted his teeth, and felt cruel!

"I can't control that much anymore!" He grabbed the window railing with both hands, put his feet on the table and jumped down!

Following his plot will lead to death in the end, so it is better to give it a try now, and there is a system as a back-up.

Wukong didn't believe that it would just watch its host die!

Hopefully it won't!

During the fall, the sky changed strangely.

Click, click, click!

It was shattered piece by piece like a mirror, and a big hole was opened.

And 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 moment, Wukong suddenly felt full of strength, and the familiar feeling inside his body returned.

"Is that really the case?" Wukong grinned, then used the Wu Kong Technique and flew towards the big hole.