Chapter 1604 Seven Great Battles Three Hundred and Forty-Five "Conspiracy" Battles (End)
Or, force the other party to withdraw voluntarily. In this way, He Ming will not only return to the original favorable game conditions, but also because the golden sun voluntarily withdraws from the soul game that needs to pay a heavy price, it will definitely be weakened on a large scale, although it will certainly not let his own strength take the opportunity to overwhelm the opponent— - There is no need to take the opportunity to attack, this old guy is terrible, but he is old - He Ming doesn't believe how long it can live, and he will come and see when he becomes an old guy.
Therefore, as long as the golden sun is forced to retreat by himself, He Ming can almost immediately carry out the real Jedi escape.
After he got out, he earned an indescribably rich return.
An unprecedentedly rich reward for a show of great success, will, strength, and wisdom.
I am afraid that this is the pinnacle moment of his life.
He Ming has no way to quit this soul gambling, or there is only one that he will not choose at all: because it is built on his own spiritual world, he can break out of this state by collapsing the spiritual world and temporarily becoming an imbecile. But the collapse of the spiritual world has turned into a weak body, and he doesn't know how the golden sun will deal with him.
I don't know how the Golden Sun will withdraw, but it must be a heavy price to pay.
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Choose the most conservative tactic, even though he gives up again and again, the Sun Demon must output twice as much capital as the previous one every time he folds according to this gambling method specially selected by He Ming and under full control, but it also means that He Ming needs to Bear a heavier price than the last time.
This is an acceptable "lost method" for Golden Sun.
Soon, after seven rounds, the golden sun narrowed its eyes for the third time, but in its ultimate vision, this stupid monkey had a calm and confident attitude. face it.
Although his teeth were squeezed by some force and shattered; the blood in his mouth splattered like pillars.
Obviously, this stupid monkey transferred the countless pressures to its strongest bones, its teeth.
Turns out... teeth like this ultimate power. It was also crushed.
The soul game in the deepest spiritual world definitely needs to present a rough real body.
Seeing it look over, the stupid monkey's mouth was full of blood, but he still sneered and said, "That's right, this is my acting skill, it's very good. Come on, keep going, press all of them! Oh, oh, I'm about to I won five hundred pieces of immortal soul armament, and these unbelievable colorful soul fragments.
I think it should come from a kind of soul fragment from the "Great Sunset Eternal Black Hole". "
"'Billions of Petals of Soul Colored Flowers'. From among the most beautiful souls in our limited knowledge, can provide the most pure and beautiful soul vitality. Although you old guy will make it old and pearly. It doesn't matter. My young The heart will warm it."
"Oh, praise fate, the soul relic of the unimaginable ultimate Buddha spirit in the legend. It is the same old, weak and old. But I will still make it continue to be beautiful, to fulfill me and protect me."
Lots of good stuff. He Ming can only be directly identified based on the information that is famous but no one has seen it in the unreal spiritual world, the country, and so on.
That is to use the most absurd, profound and powerful information to directly identify it.
Of course, the Golden Sun has completely lost all relevant knowledge.
But there is no doubt that they are all good things. The real good things, after all, must be countless multiverse generations ago, an extremely ancient one, or more than half, one hundredth, one hundred millionth of the multiverse about soul treasures. The essence, the best.
Since these good things have no life—soul items will definitely not have two lives—so in time, He Ming recovers these good things, his soul... the golden sun should have no way to deal with him.
For example, the golden sun can't, it can be imagined that there is no power in the multiverse to deal with it?
The golden sun continued to be silent. It suddenly said angrily: "If it weren't for my old, even incapable of anger, to control me, you would have been finished! These old people have suppressed too much of my power! You reptile, don't be complacent, Even if I can't defeat you in the battle of will and young mind. But my capital can infinitely overwhelm you, you can't imagine how strong I am! All my strengths!"
"Is the old dog barking? Cough!"
When He Ming said this, he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, a mouthful of glistening blood, which was essence blood, the blood of the source of life.
"..." The golden sun suddenly laughed a few times, it really wanted to laugh.
Not only that, on He Ming's head, which should have been combed back, a piece of it was sunken suddenly, and then several pieces were sunken in a row, and finally his super handsome face immediately became far worse than that of the hanging silk era ——Of course, this special-shaped face is still so extraordinary, sacred and infinite. As a carbon-based monkey, it is just a hanging wire of a strong carbon-based monkey, so don't delusional to compare the details of a hair.
Seeing this, if the golden sun is in a normal state, it must be full of joy and smiles. It's a pity that it has completely lost its youthful and energetic attitude, and cannot express such a smug smile, but it can still laugh a few times tiredly, and say in a happy tone: "You have reached the limit... Humph. Ah , finally, I am going to meet my own victory."
He Ming showed his teeth, a mouthful of perfect blood dripping ferocious teeth, and his deformed face, which was gradually deformed by some kind of pressure, still showed a mocking and contemptuous smile, He Ming said word by word: "But There is still enough time to clean up your old dog."
"Quick! Press all up!"
A strange brilliance shot out of the golden sun's dark eyes, making it look infinitely terrifying. But this kind of ruthless and cold-blooded infinite terror is not for He Ming, but for himself, which comes from the soul, from the old age of the mind.
Extreme aging that cannot be avoided. Reality and real life are not stall literature. Any wisdom life unless changing personality becomes another life, it is impossible to live for more than 100 billion billion years ... The life of the golden sun may only be just the life of the golden sun. These numbers may just be just the number A small fraction.
It must be a small change, because there is no way that the overall rise and fall of a multiverse can be completed in such a short period of time.
For example, the carbon-based monkeys on the earth think that their universe has a lifespan of only a few billion units. Really... the ignorant are fearless.
Because the universe is in motion at any time, one universe enters another universe...to some extent, it will not perish, or the original universe has already perished. Just like a flowing river, you can't see yesterday's water today.
And the ultimate and supreme beings like He Ming and Golden Sun cannot change their personalities at all. He also has no idea to turn himself into a complete stranger. What is the difference between this and his own death?
"I follow!" He Ming began to tremble, his acting skills were finally useless, but he was even crazier. He loves this madness. He could almost smell the intoxicating beauty of the force of fate. Usually, the loser does not smell this kind of fate, because there is no fate around the loser. So the loser doesn't smell it.
Perhaps, this is He Ming's illusion. If it were his super wisdom, he would not believe it at all, but He Ming just believes that this is the real source of self-confidence of this ultimate and supreme life-level carbon-based monkey.
I am destiny! Destiny's Child of the Multiverse! King of the world!
The two speed up, and the golden sun will be harvested forever. The infinite gains that mainly come from this world have been pushed up again and again. These are wealth that are bound to shake if even a fraction of them appear in the multiverse. They are also an important reason why the Golden Sun has "lived" until now. It really has enough power to live forever Already, sadly, it's stuck here for an endless, endless amount of time. It is also wasted here.
Of course, this world is changed to trap He Ming and other monkeys. As long as the family is around, mistresses, etc. are all here, He Ming doesn't mind spending the multiverse generation changes here at all.
It doesn't matter, anyway, this place is exactly the same as the redneck universe.
Instead of the Milky Way, He Ming is already satisfied with a solar system.
To conquer the multiverse? Be in the game.
Because... as big as the heart is, so is the entertainment. The bigger the stomach, the bigger the foodie.
There is no "accident", and it is the most expensive "gamble" in the multiverse that has doubled across the board.
In the soul of the golden sun. A sense of uncontrollable oldness began to permeate.
There was also a flash of pain in the eyes of the golden sun. Obviously, there was an inseparable treasure of the soul, which was finally forcibly stripped, and it also began to taste all kinds of heavy costs.
"Is this a broken bowl that looks like a beggar? Hahaha. The legendary supreme soul container, the oldest soul treasure bowl."
Just as human beings want to become a superman, they need to have a superhuman body. In the same way, to have a supreme soul, a related soul container is needed, because any soul cannot climb to the supreme position through its own efforts.
Just as it is impossible for a carbon-based monkey to work hard on its own, it becomes... the earth.
Effort is actually a kind of beautiful fantasy and dream-like vocabulary belonging to the lower life.
In the real world, it depends on capital, capital, capital!
He Ming didn't let go of Golden Sun's expression, and immediately found a "broken bowl" according to the other party's confused and thoughtful search.
In fact, it was not a broken bowl, it was a small gold-plated gourd jug, which was hollow because of the damage, and was destroyed by a dark force that was deeply fearful, infinitely sharp, unimaginable and unbelievable, and cut open. The incision is as thick as the damaged part of a stack of 10,000 old-style RMB, so it looks like a bowl-like container.
As soon as the words fell, this "broken bowl" and the infinite and incredible comprehensive harvest entered He Ming's body.
Not to mention the soul, puff, He Ming's infinitely strong upper body, which has always been proud of, was suddenly crushed deeply, and he couldn't help but immediately, as if it was difficult to get up again, and lay down on the gaming table.
This state is really shocking, it seems to be an indescribable supreme power, struck from behind with the hammer of the giant spirit god—no, it should be the ultimate punching machine of the multiverse, put brother abs on it, and then he The back is the force point, punch down, and withstand this state forever, until he is pressed into...primitive particles.
Broken bones and even organs can be seen everywhere in the endlessly splattered blood... It feels like He Ming is about to be crushed flat like a reptile.
This, but brother abs!
But brother abs, He Ming survived, he is almost like a piece of human skin, the original extremely beautiful eyes are also hanging dryly on the skin, a voice automatically comes out of the human skin like a huge panting A sound of rage, of hatred.
"I, I can still beat you! An old man can't beat a young man!"
But because of the deepest psychic world, this room immediately presents a kind of crazy and chaotic... despair.
On the wall, there are flashes of female sex, endless games, delicious food, and finally a small and warm home on a blue planet, and then a large number of incredible brilliant flashes, as well as huge and super beautiful Planet, a new home...
He absolutely does not want to die!
"Look at you, look at you, you poor reptile about to be crushed. Want to cry? How does it feel to be in the last of your life? Believe me, death isn't scary. Instead it's... It’s so beautiful that even I can’t resist it. So, I want to use the fire of your fate to escape from here and create another glory. Don’t blame me, this is fate.”
The first part was supposed to be full of ridicule, to repay the opponent's arrogant and rude words to his heart's content, but was uttered dryly by the golden sun, as if a dying old man was lying on a hospital bed, and suddenly saw a 1.7-meter-long-legged D-level "heart" who just went to work Pretty Nurse Serves Herself, Including Cleaning The Whole Body. Immediately, he insisted on telling a "sexy" joke, but it turned out that the pretty nurse only took a look at the position of his little brother, and the old man immediately felt in the mood to die (go to die).
Why? When I was born, your mother was not born yet. (Nothing! I gave birth to your old mother before she was born.)
In the latter part, the golden sun said a kind of sincere, but also very tired words.
Obviously, leaving here has become its "last wish".
It is the "last wish" that it refuses to die.
He Ming, who looked like a piece of human skin and became more terrifying after a second, immediately stretched out the broken index finger of his right hand, shook it and said, "Hahaha, do you think you have defeated me? It's too early! Look at yourself , your irreparable failure has already appeared on your face. Look, take a look at your noble eyes, there is a wrinkle on your forehead that is forever young as sixteen years old, and you can't control it!"
"Let me calculate again? Honorable Mr. Golden Sun. How much capital do you have? If I already have 10%, then I only need to win you once, which is 20%; twice, it is 40%, three times, it is 80% %, for the fourth time, I will get 160%! This is a total victory! Hahaha!"
The upper teeth bit the lower teeth, and all-round inexplicable rage was born from the heart. Because of this, a glimmer of anger flashed in the eyes of the Golden Sun again, but this time, it was a flame of complete rage.
Boom!
A tyrannical spiritual force tore the whole world apart. Terrifying, deep, annihilated, black smoke like a huge pillar of fire and rain like a pillar. Innumerable worlds take on crazy and gloomy faces, and quickly, endlessly... fall.
Blood flowed like a river, and a sad and fierce infinite consciousness penetrated the spiritual world.
This is a completely young mind force.
Like He Ming with human skin, the two eyeballs shot out endless hatred and madness, and the hearts of both sides finally began to attack indiscriminately and madly.
As a result, the world has fallen infinitely, to the deepest and most irreparable place.
At that time, it will be so slow that only a second has passed in reality, but in that world, the deepest and deepest world, the "birth, old age, sickness and death" of a universe has just come back.
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