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Xiong Zhang came here for Ying Xiong to save the beauty, but he was worried about Wu Yang. The three of them are top-level strongmen, and those who know the illusion always have a foundation.

There are only two study areas, Ning Meng and Wu Ling, that can make students defenseless.

They searched separately, but the ghost has no entity, once it is caught, it may be sealed into any possible thing, which makes the scope of finding it very large.

At this time, Xiong was silent for a while, and decided to play a big game, directly using his soul to enter the illusion.

The master of Pavilion Feng gave up a few words of persuasion, but when he saw that it didn't listen, he gave up.

Dr. Hao touched the snake, and his tone was a bit erratic: "You go, if you don't come back, I will leave this skin to Wu Yang."

So Xiong sat cross-legged beside Wu Yang, quickly adjusted his mentality, and entered the illusion according to the requirements on the blackboard.

He thought that he would have to go through a few levels in the illusion to meet Wu Yang, but he didn't expect to see Wu Yang when he entered a sea area. The other party was sitting on the back of a whale, communicating with the fish monster gently and comforting him softly.

Xiong's heart was unstable for a moment, and he couldn't help rushing forward: "Are you okay?"

Wu Yang glanced at him indifferently: "I have nothing to do, what does it have to do with you?"

This can be regarded as a critical blow, Xiong Zhang fell into the sea in an instant, splashing a large amount of water, relying on his thick body fat to not sink into the water, he could only watch Wu Yang go away on a whale.

But it quickly cheered up: "Wait a minute, I'm here to take you out, it's dangerous here, and your principal isn't here."

Wu Yang looked back at him calmly: "You can't find the exit now."

Xiong smiled confidently: "Impossible, my meteorite has the magical effect of breaking spells, just watch me break this place for you..."

"Stop!" Wu Yang frowned, "The illusion here is now based on the souls of the students, if you break it, all the teachers and students in the school will be finished."

Xiong Zhang was a little embarrassed, and put down his hands in embarrassment: "Then tell me, what should I do?"

"Just wait," Wu Yang said calmly, "When the principal comes back, he will definitely have a solution."

These words made Xiong Zhang very unhappy, as if a man is troubled when he hears his lover calling someone else's husband, he whispered: "Although I don't know much about magic all the way, as long as I find the center, I can definitely crack it. It's not a good way to wait."

"Oh, then you should find it." Wu Yang said coldly.

This is embarrassing for Xiong, his habit of encountering this kind of thing is to smash it directly, breaking all spells with one force, no matter how you got here, hit first and then talk, how can you be as smart as Yang Yang-wait!

Xiong raised his head suddenly, with an innocent expression and a little grievance: "Since this is the case, there is nothing to do anyway, Yangyang, let's continue studying, shall we?"

Wu Yang frowned and said: "The situation is urgent now, don't make trouble—"

In the next second, his pupils suddenly dilated, and the two huge bear paws in his sight were like swatting mosquitoes, pinching left and right.

He tried his best to dodge but still failed to dodge, and was lined up into a piece of paper by the two huge bear paws coming along the way.

Xiong withdrew his hand and let the piece of paper fall into the sea, with a sneer on his face: "My Yangyang can't waste time."

……

On the island, the students are also in trouble. There are always things that are consistent with their habitual voice and appearance mixed into their defenses, which have already hurt many students. According to Wu Yang's speculation, this kind of damage to the soul can spread to Physically in reality.

So now every hour, they have to conduct a test to identify their own people.

Appearance and habits can be imitated, but knowledge cannot be copied.

In school for so long, Wu Yang is often a strong man who is arrested to correct homework when the teacher is too busy. There are only a few hundred students in the school, so he basically remembers them very clearly. If nothing else, he can definitely recognize the words .

Plus--

"When x approaches 0f(x)=x-sinax and g(x)=xln(1-bx) are equivalent infinitesimals, ask a, b=" Wu Yang stopped Huang Ye and asked a question.

"I've done this question!" Huang Ye was instantly excited, "The answer is a=1b=-(1/6)"

Wu Yang nodded, and then said: "Kill him!"

"What, I solved it!" Huang Ye was terrified, "Help——, no, Ayang, you can't—"

Then he turned into a piece of paper with Huang Ye's appearance drawn on it.

"How did you see the problem?" A classmate next to him asked him.

"I told him this question, but it is impossible for him to memorize the answer." Wu Yang replied firmly, "He will forget it in a day at most. How can there be such a thing as memorizing the question? Would you memorize the real question instead? ?”

"That's right," the classmate nodded, and then became very angry, "You said that we have all cultivated immortals, so why do we still need to study cultural courses!"

Wu Yang didn't say anything, and went on to the next student review, they had to stay here.

"There is something analyzed by the formation, do you want to see it?" A student next to him asked.

"Bring it here!" Wu Yang is very used to dual-purpose.

"Tell me, why haven't you seen any of the ghost seniors you often meet in school?" the classmate who came over with the materials asked casually.

"Maybe they don't want to, maybe they can't help." Wu Yang replied casually, "Have you not solved the soul power fluctuation formula yet?"

"I don't have a computer, so I can count with my forehand. I need to give them some time."

……

In the corner of the illusion, there is a quiet lakeshore, with lush grass, just the right sunshine, and the temperature of the breeze, like a mother's fingertips.

On an ordinary drawing board, the white ink hummed softly, and the full brushstrokes fell lightly and heavily on the drawing paper. Soon, the outlines in front of him were refined one by one, but when the final touches were about to be made, the drawing paper seemed to be unbearable. The weight burns up quickly.

"Sure enough, the leader still can't draw it, otherwise even if it's just a projection, he can get rid of this piece." Bai Mo felt a little regretful, but he didn't stop writing. Instead, he changed the drawing paper and drew a poisonous snake on the picture. This is the snake demon in the mountains in the south. It likes to attack in groups, and it is difficult to avoid. Under his meticulous characterization, the snakes in the painting are lifelike, and the painting is completed in less than a moment.

With a chuckle, he threw out the drawing paper, which suddenly ignited and turned into countless poisonous snakes, which burrowed into the lake water without knowing where they were going.

So I started drawing another one.

"I haven't seen you painting before." Suddenly someone beside you said softly.

Bai Mo raised his head, he remembered that this ghost was the elder of the headmaster's wife, he seemed to be called Shan Zhu, but unfortunately there was only a little remnant soul left, and he had no fighting power.

"Painting is a serious matter. You can only paint when you kill people." Bai Mo smiled lightly, "The body is just a carrier, why should people live, everyone who dies under my painting will become a painting in my collection, and live like this , is it worth it?"

"It makes sense," Shan Zhu didn't object, he just approached him and said suddenly, "After I died, I also thought about these issues."

"I have always had a dream to draw a Utopia, where all the lives of the world can live in my country," Bai Mo said of his great dream, "Zhao Si also supports me very much. It should be said that he is the only People who are willing to support me, so I want to help him.”

So that time when the Dao College was besieged, no one could find him, because he was a living person, without any grievances, and all he wanted was to help others. Unfortunately, he was transferred to Taiqing later, and Shao Yu completely restrained him. There are people around, and they dare not move at all, so they can only fight for the sect aggrievedly, and become a hard-working social animal, which is also very sad.

But this opportunity is rare, if you don't do anything, when Shao Yu comes back, he will be locked up again.

"Your dream is not difficult to achieve." Shan Zhu thought about the past, and said slowly, "I liked a magic way, and I did this kind of thing. The ideal is bigger than yours, but the idea is good. After it is achieved, it will be disappointing, people’s demands are always difficult to satisfy, but they want to satisfy their own country as much as possible.”

"That's because he can't control himself." Bai Mo disagreed.

"How many people can control themselves." Shan Zhu couldn't help smiling, "I thought I was in control back then."

"If you can't control it, then what is the way to practice?" Bai Mo sneered, "My country will naturally follow my heart."

"Oh, what do you want them to be?"

"Well, peace, beauty, there will be no more fights, husband and wife will never be separated, there will be no tragedies in the world, children will have a beautiful childhood, everyone will live and work in peace..." Bai Mo counted the world in his mind, "There, all the thoughts in your heart Everything you want can be achieved, and everyone you like can finally get married.”

Shan Zhu nodded, basically he has an understanding of the target in front of him, he is probably another pervert with a miserable childhood, he can just follow his world, then take it as a relief.

"Bai Mo, have you heard a story?"

"what?"

"I have seen your country..." Shan Zhu smiled slightly, and began to share the story he just made up with the other party.