Chapter 628

As soon as she heard this, she didn't wait. She immediately went to ask her mother how much time it would take, and told me about me.

I heard that my soul was weak, and Han's mother frowned slightly. In front of me and Han, she asked: have you been rooming more frequently recently?

My face turned red at once. Han Peng was too ashamed to lift his head. The temple floated. The people in the temple were very idle. Chen Hao and they could also get together to study the bones and discuss the techniques. Especially after listening to me that the man's stick was powerful, Chen Hao adhered to the young man almost every day and got a lot of benefits.

Han Dan and I have nothing to do. They are young and young. Naturally, they will be more frequent.

Han's mother is a person who came here, but she didn't avoid it. Seeing that Han and I didn't answer, she said it was probably caused by doing things frequently. After all, I'm a soul now, and every time I consume my soul.

I feel that there is also this reason, but my spiritual weakness is not the first time. Last time in the dark space, it weakened as fast.

I estimated that it would not be a problem to support for a few months. In addition, when it comes to this kind of thing, Han and I are embarrassed to ask.

Finally, I came back in dismay, but the number of times of that matter began to be controlled, so as not to make me too tired. But even so, the soul is still weak day by day. As time goes by, people begin to worry. After all, Haotian is only one person. No one knows how long he can hold down nine controllers.

If he can't contain it, then the controller will kill us, and we will all die.

Because I was worried, nigger and Han Peng both went to see it frequently. Because my soul was weak, I didn't dare to approach. I could only hear some news from Han Peng's mouth. I knew that his father's three souls had appeared soul light. As long as the soul light of the three souls was lit up, the recovery speed of the three souls would increase to seven souls. As long as the soul appeared, the soul would naturally condense.

Now the only worry is that I have completely lost contact with my body, like being lost. But I dare not tell Han, and what she hears is still under control.

I think this should be the need to melt the soul. After all, if I still have a connection with the flesh, the soul in it will not be well nourished.

Two months later, the cosmic star sky suddenly turned red. Almost at the same time, the rotating meteorite stopped, and the cosmic force seemed to disappear suddenly. A few minutes later, a huge crack appeared in the red universe, which was like a screen, reflecting a terrible scene.

It was a dark world. Dead planets piled up layer by layer to form a ruin, on which two giant giants were fighting.

Between them, countless death stars were broken, making the ruins more ruins. I recognize Haotian mirror, and the other person holds a golden sword. You don't have to guess that he is the second controller.

They played each other for five days, but in the end they couldn't tell the difference.

The nigger made a tut in his mouth and said with envy: unexpectedly, after spending endless years, the old guy really stepped into the realm of the controller by relying on his original strength. In this way, our pressure will be much less.

I couldn't understand it for a moment. I asked the nigger: will it be a disaster for us now that the balance is broken and the parallel universe is opened?

The nigger said: the parallel universe is not the higher universe. Opposite the crack opened, they are only nine people. They are also the controllers. If they had not been counselled by No. 2, we wouldn't have to be afraid at all.

I'm still a little confused and continue to ask: but if the balance is constantly broken, won't it lead to strong existence?

The nigger patted me on the shoulder and said: it leads to a stronger existence. So far, I haven't seen it. We have one more strong person, and there will be one more strong person. This is the balance. I'm afraid it takes a lot of controllers to break the balance. Unfortunately, they don't allow too many people to share a piece of cake. After all, there is one more person, They will lose one person's share. In those years, they let Su Yan become a Taoist priest. Now think about it, it's just their temptation. If not, it will stop immediately.

After hearing this, I finally understand that if the balance is broken, it will not be attacked by stronger powers, but their interests will be reduced, and the mutual attack of two parallel universes is just a divider who wants to reduce interests.

So as long as we hold on and reach a peaceful agreement, we can actually accommodate more controllers.

The universe and all living beings are following a balance. And it is still far from breaking that big balance.

The nigger asked me to think for a while, and then said: so now we have to kill No. 2 in the shortest time and let haotianding take his place. In order to maintain balance, the other eight controllers can only accept it when they react. As long as there is one controller to cover up, we can break through. At that time, we will be equal and qualified to let others listen to your opinions, Otherwise, if you reason with them now, it will be a fart in the eyes of others, and you won't even see it.

When niggers complain, it should be their overall plan, but now it seems that the task of killing the controller does not need to fall on us.

On the fifth day after the battle, the cosmic crack in the void was closed and the whole universe returned to normal.

A short fight, it is estimated that the next one will take a long time, but at that time, I'm afraid it will be more than number two.

Chen Hao asked where the nigger just appeared. The nigger said: it's a cosmic crack. It's vast and has accumulated countless death stars. Later, it was opened up by the controller and became a battlefield, which is called the ancient battlefield. There are many bones of the controller.

The nigger made it clear that he should have been inside. When Su Yan was besieged, I'm afraid it also broke out inside. After all, face-to-face collision, their power will destroy the whole universe. As a master, they naturally don't want to see this result.

What I'm curious about now is where Haotian will go after he retreats with a tie?

Unfortunately, the nigger doesn't know, but he said that the strong at that level can open up their own space. Because of their existence and cultivation, the space will be full of natural runes of the universe, which is difficult to break into. Hao celestial body contains the power of origin. I estimate that there will be the power of origin in his space. If other controllers join hands to attack him, he can hide in it temporarily. With the deterrence of origin, other controllers dare not attack.

I smiled bitterly twice and added in a low voice: as long as they block Haotian, aren't they going to shoot us? By the way, the most important question is, do you have any friendship with Haotian?

When asked this question, the nigger looked a little embarrassed and didn't have to answer it. So the question came and there was no friendship. Why should Haotian help us?

The nigger reluctantly said: I hope he sees it for the sake of Qingling world. After all, when he ran away, he also saw through the mystery. But he was calm. We didn't calm down. Coupled with the deliberate indulgence of the controller, we became scapegoats.

Judging from Haotian's current cultivation accomplishments, Su Yan is really a scapegoat, otherwise this kind of thing may fall on Haotian. However, a person who can cultivate several reincarnations, each of which is 120000 years old, must be calm. Su Yan and his family are well-rounded, no more than 50000 years at most. They look much younger than Haotian.

The nigger finally added: so he owes us, and now he must compensate us.

The rogue's words can't be counted, and even some meaning of self deception is in it.

The nigger didn't want to talk about this problem. He suddenly calmed down and said to Han for a moment: lend me your man for a few minutes. I have something I want to talk to him alone.

Han Peng frowned slightly and didn't agree. In her opinion, although the nigger is better than him, it's safer for me to stay with her, because only she can protect me with her own life.

The nigger said something speechless: you little girl, you're still excited with me.

After all, the nigger is also her elder. It would be impolite to say anything. Finally, the nigger reluctantly stood up and said: OK, you follow, but don't eavesdrop.

I don't know what the nigger wants to talk to me, and I don't know what to talk about.

When he came to a place where there was no one, Han also opened a little distance. He asked me in a low voice: when Lao Han left, there was no pain!

When he asked me suddenly, my heart hurt a little, but I still pretended to smile and said: Master Han was still in high spirits when he left without any pain.

The strong will emerge after great damage. The pain is self-evident. The nigger himself knows that he just wants to find some comfort in my heart.

The nigger looked a little better and sighed: it's time for him to rest all his life, but Su Yan knew that he might be sad again.

I heard something from Han Peng's mouth. Han Wuqi is Su Yan's second master. As for Su Yan's first master, it's a coincidence that he is his own wife like me.

The nigger was silent, walked for a few kilometers, and then continued to ask: did old Han leave anything?

I wanted to tell about haotianjing. After all, it was Han Wuqi's last wish, but I still didn't say it. Let me help him realize that wish in the future. It's a reward.

I shook my head, and the nigger stopped talking. His eyes looked very sad. When he came to the end of the city wall, he looked at the starry sky, suddenly filled with tears and said in a trembling voice: along the way, the people who used to be have become memories.

Hearing his words, I felt a lot in my heart and had nothing to say for a long time.

In my mind, there are also many figures, many. Unfortunately, they have become memories.