Chapter 1420 Mysterious Voice? (Superior)

These "different phases" flow out from various energies, and the first shape is generally as tall as a mountain.

It is getting bigger and bigger, and soon the length alone exceeds 500,000 meters.

There was still that peaceful smile on his face, just funny and weird, and it faded away.

Looking at the arms, there are so many arms, He Ming thinks they are tentacles, and there are millions of pairs of right tentacles.

On each tentacle, in an instant, there are a lot of weapons with bright colors, ancient shapes and strange shapes.

Usually long swords, long-handled wheel axes, huge and weird halberds-just the point of attack, that is, the face of the halberd. He Ming felt that he really wanted to attack himself, it was really... the feeling of hitting a mosquito with a cosmic cannon.

This is a simple beginning. In the end, these mountainous "different phases" grow out and concretely present the huge physical aesthetic lovers of this universe. When they see it, they will definitely abandon the strongest huge creatures, referred to as giant spirits. The idols of gods and demons turned to worship the super thighs of "different phases".

Fortunately, this time, there is only one pair of thighs, namely the left and right.

But He Ming feels that the power, or various aesthetics, are extremely myth-enhanced. For example, in the stand-alone game of Earth Civilization, Kuafu Chasing the Sun is nothing more than that in front of it, right?

More lives aboard huge colored chariots, a reddish-brown, ochre-colored chariot.

In the deep place of Linghai, it is like a world at war, ready to start a crazy charge at any time.

This kind of chariot looks somewhat like a centipede, but it is sacred and majestic, like the most powerful cosmic law enforcer in the oldest world.

There are generally more than forty of the tall and mountainous beings who get on this huge chariot, and then they don't know where to take out powerful real weapons, armed in their hands, all kinds of cold weapons, and all kinds of weapons. Such a hot weapon.

There are so many shapes and so complicated. The distorted beauty, the sacred beauty, the pale and dead beauty...

It's just... He Ming has already regarded it as his own.

Also, He Ming shrugged, if these memories of his can be replicated, he can at least earn one-tenth of the total income of the Sun Demon Empire, and at least 50,000 Odori net worth. —Compared to the Sun Demon Empire. Om Dori is really not rich. It is also He Ming who needs to post too many immigrants.

fiery cold Styrian tropics,

It is really beneficial to the growth of life.

The reason these memories are so valuable is because these weapons indicate various interests that the entire universe will go crazy with.

Scholars see countless civilizations.

Scientists see countless high technologies.

Ordinary people see countless powerful treasures.

These huge combat forces took shape in a short period of time, within this world. The "little golden man" plundered wildly, like a small intelligent celestial body spinning, and the spiritual sea became very chaotic wherever it went, with a lot of mysterious power in it, and countless "dead". All being swallowed... No, it shouldn't be described as being swallowed, He Ming feels more: "integrated into one".

Of course, the statuette is the main body.

And it is a cruel "integration". Like a man throws himself into a flame, well, he becomes a part of the flame.

Include at least combustibles such as fat.

And the way the statuette uses energy is not so wasteful.

In the same short period of time, the statuettes have emptied at least an area on Earth equal to the size of the Arabian Peninsula.

If Dingling Linghai doesn't fight back, then it will look like a piece of land that has always grown particularly beautiful, and people think that will be the case. The great wheat field forever. Unfortunately, suddenly countless locusts grew up from the soil and crawled out.

So after a few more seconds, there were gusts of wind blowing up and down with the towering combat power left and right. As the roaring will came, countless "dead" were almost refreshed, and all kinds of lives, including many that resembled human beings. However, there are no life forms that feel inferior to humans on earth, and there are still many life forms with tattoos that are so ancient that He Ming's scalp tingles. That is to say, the light-like body is full of various dark tattoos-of course, this cannot be the revenge of primitive tribes of low civilizations, headhunter tattoos.

He Ming has only seen this kind of civilized people in the crucial and huge secrets.

Knowing this kind of civilization, anyone in Shanmeng is worth...a huge galaxy.

And here, the older dead also showed their faces. In the end, these unexaggerated dead appeared and filled every space.

From top to bottom, from left to right.

He Ming swore that a fly as small as a cell would not be able to fly.

At the same time, these "dead" looked at from He Ming's fully awake state, just like the "dead" that can be seen everywhere in the spiritual sea.

It's just that the almost indescribable serene smile on the faces of each "dead" was gradually replaced by an absolutely indescribable ferocious, or distorted, or extremely terrified but equally empty expression.

He Ming moved to those powerful battle forces as tall as mountains, but saw that their expressions were basically the same color of pain.

Including some very huge war horses, a kind of war horses that are mostly dead gray blue, the hair of each war horse is also surprisingly large, boundless, and flashes very strong energy, surging and fierce.

These huge warhorses should have been sacred, majestic, and powerful in the past, but at this moment, like those powerful battle horses, they all look like pain.

Based on the wisdom under normal circumstances, He Ming immediately understood in his heart: Obviously, this is the consciousness of this Linghai.

In other words, these "dead" are all dead.

He Ming finally confirmed this point, otherwise, in this kind of survival battle, wouldn't the opponent still use all his strength?

"Get out of here, eternal sin!"

"And you, get out of here, the terrible king who bears eternal sin!"

"leave here……"

All of a sudden, one by one, huge battle forces as tall as a mountain spoke one after another, or spoke in unison. The language He Ming used could not understand at all, but according to his own strength, he naturally understood it clearly.

He listened to it a few times, decided it was player-like nonsense, and canceled accepting such nonsense.

He Ming shrugged and said, "Hey, friend, don't be so ruthless, okay? The weather is so hot, I'm just here for fun. I'll be leaving soon."

"Go away! King of Terror, this is not the place for you!"

"Why do you say I am the King of Terror?"

He Ming said rather self-deprecatingly, has Lao Tzu's evil attributes finally been discovered?

But he thought about it again, it was just some extreme legacy of Diaosi's character.

He wants to be evil? Really flattering him.

Evil is a relatively advanced talent, for example, the stupid monkeys who live happily on the earth do not have the supreme elite who can be called "evil" in the good alliance.

Like the first gangster in the Republic, like the American serial killer Zodiac... To put it bluntly, he just killed a few of his kind.

In the eyes of the people in the universe, it means that you have trampled to death a few ants, and then you are proud of yourself, bragging to everyone: "There is no one more evil than me! Why? I have trampled to death a few little ants! Don't laugh, bastard. Oh, bastard, are you laughing to hide your fear of having a heart attack the next moment? Well, I pity you."

Then, He Ming has only one explanation, the other party must have discovered something that he couldn't.

But He Ming knew that that kind of thing must exist in his soul.

Because the big battle in front of us is about to start, it is obvious that the soul is the main force in the armed conflict.

He Ming can't study his own soul, just like a person can't put his own soul in front of his own soul to study.

Because he has only one him.

Because of this, He Ming was very curious about the other party's answer, but it was a pity that he obviously overestimated the wisdom of Ding Ling Linghai's consciousness.

The uncontrollable greed of the little golden man made Ding Linglinghai finally give up the nonsense. He Ming saw that it obviously didn't know how to use itself to influence the little golden man, so he finally recognized that it was just a consciousness, worse than the instinct of a beast.

...

Such as the sudden start of a huge change, the whole world went crazy.

The first step turned into a kind of immeasurably old and utterly insane world at war.

It was a terrifying background where universes were destroyed as battlefields and eventually formed a huge void.

In this background, countless battle forces as tall as a mountain, or ordinary dead, countless forces swarmed up.

Without further ado, the little golden man hid behind He Ming, just like the Himalayas trying to hide behind the common little ants in the Chinese horse market.

No, it is consciousness one by one.

At the beginning of the attack, He Ming immediately corrected his mistake, but he shrugged his shoulders, it didn't matter: a crazy attack from Linghai, he just easily raised his hands and swayed, and smashed everything.

He smashed these "out of control" low-level combat power so easily that he couldn't believe it was so simple and easy-even though he immediately assessed that these "out-of-phase" powerhouses should have the ability to attack a group of high-level supreme beings. Ability.

Therefore, in today's world, it is also a force that sweeps the entire Shanmeng into this universe.

It's a pity that this is an attack method with the soul as the main force, but He Ming doesn't know why, he must use his own power, and the outer skin of the abdominal muscle brother's soul emits that indescribably profound aesthetic green light, and then his Physical attacks can actually be used on soul power!

This is the opening of the opening, He Ming...I love this feeling to death.

For the first time, he felt truly invincible and invincible. awesome!

This also means that Dingling Linghai is finished: because He Ming just smashed these forces, the little golden man rolled up, and then it "melted into one" with a lot of energy.

But Ding Lingling's "death" is not that simple. He Ming has never thought about this problem. All the intelligent beings near Ding Lingling have understood this problem, and they all understand it very deeply...Of course they will understand it soon. It also means understanding.

PS: The second update. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)