Zhang Guangmu stepped on the roof of the car with a clanging sound, and Li Xuanji also felt his head buzzing.
Is this little guy's mind really that good?
Even with almost no intelligence, he could be able to reason to this extent...
Simply incredible!
But...
"You guessed it, so what? Comparing cultivators with ordinary humans, do you think you are smart?"
Li Xuanji said in a cold tone, "I have ten thousand ways to refine you!"
The so-called refining means killing Zhang Guangmu.
As long as Zhang Guangmu dies on this planet, for Li Xuanji, the [variable] will be available.
This time, Li Xuanji no longer used the previous laser strafing coverage strike method.
Although as an extremely high-level cultivator, he has enough patience to wait until Zhang Guangmu's lifespan runs out and dies, there is a more efficient way.
"Drain the moisture from the air and raise the temperature to one hundred degrees Celsius. How long can you live?"
"A minute? An hour? A day?"
"What if I take the oxygen out too?"
Zhang Guangmu can teleport everywhere and is as slippery as a loach. It cannot directly kill point to point accurately, but Li Xuanji can directly change the celestial phenomena on a large scale.
Directly transforming the natural world and making the environment where Zhang Guangmu lives becomes extremely harsh and no longer suitable for human survival can also achieve the goal!
Snap!
Li Xuanji snapped his fingers, and the next moment, some subtle changes occurred in the air composition around all the trains.
Sizzle...
The air became distorted and the car seat began to emit a bad smell.
Director Yang Lehan, who transformed into a golden ball of light, and her friends in the industry were also observing attentively at this time, waiting for the end of Zhang Guangmu.
"What a pity! It's not because Zhang Guangmu is weak, it's because the enemy Character Setting is determined to be too strong, and there's really no way to save him!"
"Eh? He used mist to make a heat insulation layer and an oxygen pipeline. It seems quite smart. Is this to delay time? The response is really fast!"
"That is, the setting of '[The train] cannot be completely destroyed' allowed him to seize the opportunity, otherwise he would not even have a chance to struggle!"
"There is no unstoppable path for man. It is said that the great road is fifty and the heaven is forty-nine. When we, the 'founders', build the world, we must also leave a trace of vitality."
"So, this is already the highest level of difficulty, right?"
"No! It can be even harder! In a flash of my mind, I thought of at least ten more difficult plots!"
"That's it... I'm looking forward to it."
"You guys said, can Zhang Guangmu make a comeback?"
"It's useless. How long can he last if the food and water supply is completely cut off? It's just the difference between dying early and dying later."
The situation Zhang Guangmu is facing now is just like what these Director said.
As Subconscious Actor, who plays an important role, when facing the enemy and the "Way of Heaven", the winning rate can be zero, but the survival rate must not be zero - this is a rigid rule of the Subconscious General Bureau, not that Director is soft-hearted and has a compassionate heart.
But this glimmer of hope brought a deeper level of despair.
Under the watchful eyes of Director, Production Team and the audience, Zhang Guangmu responded promptly and barely withstood the harsh test of "oxygen + high temperature + water shortage" and temporarily survived.
At least judging from his condition, he won't die suddenly in a short time.
Facing the persecution of Li Xuanji, Zhang Guangmu hesitated for a moment, then spread out his right hand, with light and shadow flowing on it.
In an instant, "The Birth of a Thespian Anecdote Record" appeared in his hands.
Not long after this book appeared, it quickly dried up under the influence of high temperatures, and there were dark wrinkles on it.
Whoosh...
A cloud of fresh, oxygen-rich air floods into the cabin.
This is not because Li Xuanji has a kind heart, but because...
With the help of oxygen, "The Birth of a Thespian Anecdote Record" instantly burst into flames.
In the blink of an eye, it was completely burned to ashes.
Zhang Guangmu is holding a ball of ashes from burned books in his palm, with a calm expression and a stable mood.
"You're in a hurry."
Zhang Guangmu looked at Li Xuanji with a smile, "Your ability is a little more powerful than I imagined, but you also have fatal flaws."
"All your powers are disturbed and affected in this train, right?"
"Otherwise, all my superpowers will be suppressed by you and there will be no way I can survive."
After finishing speaking, Zhang Guangmu put his left hand on the palm of his right hand to cover the handful of ashes.
Sizzle...
The white light is thick and the air vibrates.
"Any Supernatural Power that is directly given is a seed."
Zhang Guangmu spoke in a leisurely manner, as if on an outing. "As long as you listen to its needs, understand everything about it, provide enough knowledge as fertile soil, then irrigate it with imagination and cultivate it carefully, you will be able to bear sweet fruits."
As he spoke, a book-like object slowly appeared in the palm of Zhang Guangmu.
Judging from its shape, it is different from the previous book "The Birth of a Thespian Anecdote Record", but the same name is written on the surface of the book.
After being recast from the ashes, "The Birth of a Thespian Anecdote Record" became black and gold.
Zhang Guangmu stretched out his finger and lightly tapped the spine of the book, and the book opened automatically.
Eagle-eyed viewers have keenly noticed that the first three pages of this book still depict the white-striped tiger, Pitch Black Sonic Monster and the blue-skinned dwarf, and they do not seem to have been affected in any way by the remodeling.
Zhang Guangmu As soon as he concentrated his attention, the picture scroll in the book gradually changed shape in his field of vision.
The text lines were dismantled and reorganized, transforming into brand-new patterns and messages, becoming "Book of Acting".
In the world of "The Birth of a Thespian", Zhang Guangmu is not as scary as Li Xuanji who can evaporate swamps with his gaze while standing in a vacuum.
But at least...
There is no problem if you leave a little mark on the page with your eyes.
Sizzle...
Zhang Guangmu's eyes flickered, the air vibrated, and faint marks were pressed on the paper.
-- [sketch].
Not long after, in Zhang Guangmu's field of vision, "sketch" naturally transformed into the word "painting".
Zhang Guangmu stretched out his finger, lightly swiped it, and put a Usable Ability Points into the new skill.
In the blink of an eye, a vast amount of painting knowledge and practice memories flashed through my mind.
Zhang Guangmu moved his ten fingers and felt that his fingers seemed to have changed slightly and seemed to be more flexible.
Stones from other mountains can attack jade. I originally thought that [Painting 1] was just a small means to show off to others and tide over the current difficulties, but after Zhang Guangmu truly mastered this ability, he realized that he seemed to have learned a new way of exerting force.
Zhang Guangmu was happy in his heart. "Very good."
Because of this change, if he were in a world without demons and used the physical fitness template of an ordinary person, his combat effectiveness would be increased by 30% when fighting with weapons!
At this point, his personal data panel has undergone some changes.
Ability——
[Painting 1]
[Driving 2]
[Saber Technique 2]
[Firearms Shooting 2]
[Acting Skill 6]
[Imperial Body Forging Technique 1.9]
[Usable Ability Points 0]
Zhang Guangmu collected his thoughts, so the Birth of a Thespian Anecdote Record" changed back to its original appearance in his field of vision.
He hooked his fingers, and a pen flew out of the pocket of a stopped passenger.
Holding the pen, a thoughtful look appeared on his face. "Although I'm not very good at drawing, my level should be barely enough..."
While talking, Zhang Guangmu wrote the four names Chu Fan, Li Xiaoxiao, Ling Xu and Xiao Qiu on the fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh pages respectively, and then started to draw on "The Birth of a Thespian Anecdote Record".