Chapter 1603 Seven Great Battles Three Hundred and Forty-Five "Conspiracy" Battles (8)

Looking deeply at the golden sun, he imprinted the other party's lofty, old but still cold-blooded and ruthless attitude on his heart. Affected by this, the world that is the deepest and therefore most likely to reflect each other's spiritual thoughts began to permeate He Ming's spiritual power of sadness, anger, and hatred.

Human beings in the Chinese region of the earth can understand at a glance, the long history of joys and sorrows, in this small gambling room, unfolded on the four walls, full of light and shadow, and ethereal singing. The Iron Horse and Glacier come to dream, poor spring girl's dream.

The golden sun is very tall, like the deepest and strongest demon in the multiverse and the emperor of the universe, still motionless on the chair. Feeling one or two, it curled up a smile at the corner of its mouth and said: "This is my honor."

At the critical moment, He Ming smiled slightly, got up from the ground almost as if nothing had happened, sat on the original wèizhì, and patted the suit on the two huge arms.

Although this is the setting of the soul and heart for the world, a heart can return to any place at will.

But He Ming still personally carried out actions that seemed realistic. First, he seemed to be bearing a huge mountain of exhaustion, and second, he used actions to increase all the pressure on himself on this old guy.

He Ming crossed his hands and put them together quietly, the extremely beautiful eyes were more perfect in quietness, and therefore more handsome. The silent expression is like an eternal immortal god, and the posture is like a mighty and sacred sun god.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. First, He Ming denied the decision to procrastinate, and the idea of ​​winning and losing on purpose. Because the two methods are based on the fact that he can completely resist the golden sun in reality.

This is what happens when you can't resist;

Deliberately winning and losing, maintaining a smooth balance is a joke, and it is completely stupid.

The golden sun can't wait for it, it is armed with its own soul. Soul Immortal Matter can be charged with the opponent's Soul Energy for free.

If he really did this, he would die even faster.

Because the power of the mind is also a part of the power of reality. It is equivalent to the spirit of a mortal. Once it is used up, although the physical strength is still there, the combat power will still be greatly reduced and weakened.

What's more, what's more terrible. The soul armaments of the Golden Sun are completely different from his, they seem to be black holes of souls that are extremely hungry. He Ming didn't know if it was the ability of the other party deliberately, or after countless, countless times, even the soul armament did not have any nourishment and energy maintenance to become such a terrifying soul black hole.

These ancient and greedy soul powers,

There were fatal variables going on far beyond his calculations.

Either way. It's all bad for him. Some "clues" have shown that the red danger level, that is, one's own chance of escaping, is even worse than the actual strength, far below... 1%.

He Ming needs to make an immediate change.

Huge changes, necessarily crazy behavior.

"Accept your fate, you don't have to struggle anymore, all your paths will be cut off by me."

The golden sun is calm and authentic. Playing a few cards with both hands, turning them over and over again. The whole attitude was one of total indifference. A very old life who is lonely and exhausted to the extreme.

But such a guy still does not forget to want He Ming's life, and then uses the fire of fate in He Ming's soul as a medium to escape from this world.

Needless to say, the universe of He Ming alone will definitely... be completely destroyed within a day.

He Ming lowered his eyes, and soon a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He just lowered his hair and let out a cold voice, "The mountain is at the end of the river... Well, since you want to die, hehe, I will help you."

After finishing speaking, he forcibly used his gambling ability, and the scrolls on the surrounding walls disappeared without a trace, and a kind of active colorful light descended.

Then a fast, frenzied game of poker, where if you don't play any cards for more than three seconds, you will fail, begins immediately.

"Press it all up, whatever is in my soul, just press it up!"

With the power of fate, the cards are automatically dealt out. He Ming didn't even look at the two perfect cards with profound secrets, but watched the Golden Sun say without moving.

The golden sun narrowed his eyes. It now has a pair of beautiful gray and black eyes. Like a gray flame lit in a black hole. Originally it was supposed to be a silver flame, or a bright color like gold. You can imagine the perfect color in the state of a black hole.

Even though they are old, there is almost no difference between these eyes and He Ming's extremely beautiful black and white pupils.

And after obtaining a lot of ultimate power, He Ming has restored himself to the most pure state, and then raised it to an incredible level.

Super evolution, super evolution!

That is to say, the solar ability, or the dark prison guard ability of the Life Tribunal, all under the influence of the ultimate power, canceled the change of He Ming's charm, so He Ming was restored to the most perfect carbon-based monkey, but because of the ultimate power Due to the crazy evolution and lack of strength, it finally turned into a strange big monkey.

Of course, the ultimate human being, that is, the image of He Ming himself, can only come out after he escapes his life and digests and processes all the power.

Even so, just the pure black and white of the pupils, and the beauty of a kind of cruelty is endless... The charm of the cruel male god is invincible.

"I'll follow." Golden Sun did what he wanted in the third second without any hesitation.

Some instinctive warnings, passed through many extremely old forces, are faintly transmitted to the soul.

The golden sun suddenly felt a kind of anger, but it was more of a kind of sadness, a kind of pain.

When did he actually fear this lucky reptile?

When did my unprecedentedly powerful but daring to take risks differ from those old guys I killed?

Damn, why can't I remember so many old guys I killed!

Golden Sun: Bad card.

He Ming: Supreme card.

All the gambling money is automatically put into his soul. A flash of pain flashed in He Ming's eyes, but he knocked on the table with a smile and said: "Old guy, do you seem to be restless? Look around, in the infinitely deep spiritual world, the two sides You can see each other's mental reactions. Look, you have anger, sadness, anger, pain, helplessness, despair, numbness, anger. Unfortunately, exhaustion accounts for more than 99% of all these emotions. To this I can express a pity, a pity for the youngest."

"Inferior idiots who are dying." The golden sun snorted contemptuously, but it scratched its hair without reservation, and then immediately began to give up most of the following cards, and never looked at the tactics of the cards.

At the same time, each game drags the time to three seconds that are only insignificant.

Golden sun qingīngchu, He Ming wants to carry out a quick and complete victory tactic, and take away his soul before he has any fatal collapse. This is a "legal" way to win it initiated by himself.

In this level of competition, the Golden Sun is forced to obey his old heart and only follow his wisdom.

Although it is very emotional, sometimes the contest of will is far better than wisdom, but the problem is that he can't even use the active wisdom.

it's too old.

it is too tiring.

It wants to die.

How sweet and touching death is. This is the last and most precious gift of life after living through infinite eternity and fully experiencing life.

Eternal life, only low life forms such as carbon-based monkeys can be so arrogant and cherish time.

In fact, each carbon-based monkey will soon have at least one million years of immortality, but this is only the beginning, followed by at least ten billion years of approximate life. Don't think it's over, it's early. Eternal life is eternal life, not literature and hanging silk where ideas are king. Eating Chinese cabbage in the basement can ruin the day.

"Go on, hurry up. Ha, don't dare to follow again?"

He Ming took a few breaths and could still force a laugh.

"I didn't expect you to be so crazy? Can you introduce me to you, and your civilization? Tell an old life."

The Golden Sun, who has a panoramic view of the opponent's state and puts the greatest pressure on it, this time it's the Golden Sun's turn to show eloquence.

That's right, it's its turn to stall for time. After all, the opponent is sitting in the sea of ​​swords and flames, and I... I am not much different from a stupid monkey who has become a superman winner by luck in the new era, and is drinking afternoon tea with a group of concubines in low-cut dresses who are seduced by snow-white long legs.

In this regard, He Ming spoke very quickly and mocked: "A great guy like you, don't you dare to go crazy with me? I am so young and you are so old. How can an old guy like you who is dying not follow me?" I am in the contest of intelligent life in the newborn. Ha ha ha. I spit on you. Really. With all my heart. Start!"

After quickly finishing these words, He Ming arranged for another game of poker.

Every time he played a game, he was fully focused on preventing the opponent from using his abilities.

Because he can win and can't lose any time.

"Huh!" The golden sun narrowed its eyes again, and the gray eyes under the pure dark background showed an old look. It wanted to smile but felt that it had no relevant mood at all. It suddenly only showed a gloomy and terrible fatigue, and continued. Silence, the cruelest contest of souls belonging to two people.

He Ming's tactics are very simple, the opponent's soul cannot be immortal, he has infinite capital, every time he wins, the capital will sooner or later surpass the opponent, so he only needs to win all the souls of the opponent before he collapses.

According to Tongguo's calculation, he only needs to allocate his own capital to basically reach 50% of the opponent's share, and then he can complete the final victory in one go.

Even if after winning this time, his soul will definitely collapse, that doesn't matter, it's better than being hopeless in the opponent's hands.

After all, no one has heard of the result of armed rebellion and collapse of the soul, and He Ming has no information to prove that he must die.

It is better to have hope than no hope.

This is a choice that a wiser would have chosen.

PS: The first update. (to be continued...)

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