Chapter 1601 Seven Great Battles Three Hundred and Forty-Five "Conspiracy" Battles (6)

This flame was extremely fast and fierce, and He Ming was burned to ashes alive. Although a ray was weak, it was very perfect, with incredible aesthetics, like a plankton that kept spinning, and showed the bright colors of the life and immortality of many things in the world. Flame, suspended from the ashes.

"Hahaha, finally dead? This is the fire of fate. A stupid monkey who is overwhelmed."

Although the golden sun said so, it was not happy at all. It did not catch the fire of destiny that it dreamed of at all, and let the flame begin to be half-real and half-invisible, and just a few hundredths of a second had just passed. This fire of fate disappears into reality, looking for the next lucky person, or other objects, or merges into the long river of fate, into something called "time".

What is the golden sun waiting for? It has no expression on its face. It just waited for about fifteen seconds, and it just disappeared. It immediately stimulated its own spiritual power, and immediately a truly huge and boundless golden sun suddenly appeared from the world, and it was destroyed in a blink of an eye. This still world.

Still didn't find anything, Golden Sun no longer hesitated and immediately mobilized all his spiritual power, and began to viciously try to sweep all the world——

A huge silver hand grabbed the huge and boundless golden sun and brought it back to a certain place. The next moment a person jumped out from the opposite side of the golden sun, as if jumping out of the void.

Still the same, still wearing flip-flops.

He Ming sneered in disappointment, and said, "Old guy, you still play tricks at such an old age."

"Little reptile, just like you: so young and yet so cunning."

The golden sun is calm and authentic.

Just now it used a tactic to intimidate He Ming, but it didn't expect it to have a "miracle effect", but when He Ming burned himself to death, a fire of fate ignited, it almost died laughing. Is this imbecile, the fire of fate the fire of fate? It is really addictive to deceive myself who does not have much memory, knowledge, and experience.

In He Ming's mind, this old guy is not bad, he is obviously very sober, at least he can count time. Otherwise, in such a short period of time, he immediately knew that he had caught himself?

To know the time here, compared with the real time, He Ming doesn't want to look at the clues and knows how exaggerated it is. No wonder some spiritual practitioners don't care about the concept of time, and hate any information that has time.

Because you feel that you have lived 10 billion, mature and flavorful. Oh, it is mature and promising. Ripe and flavorful describe fruit.

And in the world,

You just lived a fucking hundred days.

Once they understand each other's state, the two sides will no longer show mercy, and start to use large-scale, truly huge and bloody power. ——According to the battle just now, we can no longer play with each other.

He Ming finally gave up the most conservative fantasy. He intends to implement the most terrifying tactic: with the determination to destroy himself, drag the other party into an abyss from which he cannot climb up.

The way I escaped was extremely simple. After I played with myself, my body exploded and was greatly damaged, and I temporarily returned to reality, and finally escaped immediately.

Golden Sun can't choose this way. If he chooses the same way as himself, he will immediately turn around and hack this old guy to death. Because the most terrifying thing about it is its physical strength, if it breaks its own body, He Ming will swallow this guy immediately, and immediately turn from fleeing to a desperate bloody battle.

For him, as long as the probability of victory exceeds 30%, he is irrational, just like he keeps saying that he is not lewd, but life in "history" has successfully proved that only Mimecta Smecta stripped naked . Facing a mortal who he only admired, oh, little brother admired, he couldn't help it and abandoned everything. Including the motherland and glory.

Because he never cared at all... the kingdom of the monkey and the official hat of the monkey.

He Ming couldn't wish for the strength between the eyebrows of this old guy. He believed that he had gained that power, and from then on... well, anyway, there was no place for heroes to use "wu" in the bumpkin universe. Unless the hero and the hero's family, and the infinitely intelligent beings who worship the hero, want to change to a universe that is also at the bumpkin level but needs to be developed.

That's right, just like on the earth, the countryside is close to the countryside, and the redneck universe is still the redneck universe.

He Ming exerted all his strength, and the infinite spiritual power kept surging, quickly throwing both parties into worlds, worlds that require supercomputing to evaluate.

The golden sun doesn't know what He Ming is doing, why it wastes a lot of spiritual power unwisely, you must know that its body is in He Ming's body, and it wants to suppress itself, which is far stronger than the other party, and consumes a lot of energy. Seriously, especially psychic power and the like also need the power to build and maintain an infinite world.

But Golden Sun can't let He Ming complete his plan, even if he feels that the other party is making a mistake.

"Damn, what are you doing? The golden sun stopped and asked, He Ming just smiled mysteriously, and it suddenly said: "If I have a little knowledge of the past, I can know how ridiculous you, an idiot, are. . "

He Ming kept a mysterious and unfamiliar smile, and said: "Sir, old gentleman, I have to tell you, it is usually fools who create everything, everything in the multiverse. The working people are the greatest."

The Golden Sun mocked: "Your stupidity is indescribable! Working people? You are so stupid. Only the strong and the supreme power unimaginable by working people can create multiverses, just like ordinary intelligent creatures, just equivalent to The number of people in your empire is the garbage material that can be thrown away as garbage at any time, organic garbage or machine garbage."

He Ming immediately pretended to be surprised and said: "Wow, wow, this is blasphemy, this is blasphemy, this is blasphemy, you inhuman lunatic, I will destroy you and fight you for the sake of intelligent life in the multiverse. Get up, get up, get up, the people who don't want to be slaves, get up and overthrow the bastard from the throne, the new world needs us to be the masters, the ideal of the hero Ultraman will be realized, realized, realized; go forward, go forward!"

"..." Golden Sun showed a speechless expression. It's starting to feel like this guy isn't starting to make mistakes, he's starting to go crazy.

Sure enough...it successfully verified its almost omniscient and omnipotent perception.

It's hard to believe that this guy is in these states of disguise.

"Ahhh, the flowers once told me, how did you walk through~ The earth knows every corner of you~Sweet spring dream, I have never missed it, and finally ushered in this moment of reunion~"

With the affectionate singing, some perfect worlds are opened, only the flowers are blooming, and the infinite idiots that the golden sun can't understand, are enthusiastic and unrestrained, like bubbles, crying "Brother Abs" or "Supreme Leader", Show up again and again.

The singing stopped, and I looked at He Mingshi again. The other party no longer had the attire that made me feel stupid. Instead, he was wearing a much more normal attire. He was wearing an old white turtleneck sweater, and looked at a certain man with affectionate eyes. There is a bright moon looming above the head, and through the reflection of the moonlight, you can see a shadow belonging to a third person on the ground.

But this person did not appear here. To be precise, he was just a shadow, nothing more.

This extremely young, like a newborn but incredibly successful stupid monkey, looked at the shadow in that place, and said in a murmured and clear voice:

"When you are old and your hair is gray, and you are by the fire, you can think of your faces when you were young, and recall their heavy shadows. How many people admire your youth and joy, admire your beauty, false or true, only one Man loves your pilgrim soul... that's me me me me!"

"Ah, youth can't come back, who else is nostalgic, your young face, lake-like eyes, who else will promise the loneliness under the moonlight, those years, and the oath of childhood to you."

"When love is gone, what remains in our hearts? What will always stir our restless souls that cannot sleep."

"It's been a long and endless night, people I love deeply, where are you? In the time of eternal life, will there be people I love deeply, treating each other so tenderly like before..."

The Golden Sun must have never heard of a style of poetry like Yeats.

And although He Ming gave Ye Ci an unbelievably rich gift to his idol in the real world, making his whole family a wealthy family in the human world, a huge rich man in the universe, and the peak power of gods and demons, but He Ming Didn't appreciate Yeats much, really a masterpiece in the world.

Because he has no time. He is busy eating, drinking and having fun.

But the Golden Sun certainly hadn't heard that these were just works on Earth, though, and it quickly interrupted: "Stupid guy, are you crazy?"

He Ming continued to go crazy, singing and reciting poems, he didn't notice at all, as the world got deeper and deeper, Golden Sun's face was covered with a kind of shocking fatigue and vicissitudes. pushed to an unprecedented level.

A depraved, lonely, ferocious... old face. (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. Mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)