V6.Chapter 356

Shuttle, fly, jump

Battlefield all over the sight of every corner, countless figures with unimaginable density filled in every space, the vast void, at the foot of the planet, broken satellites, vertical and horizontal dense meteorite belt, everywhere is the fire of war, everywhere is light.

The roaring fleet array is full of fire, and the Star Destroyers are destroying the sky and the earth. The continuous annihilation of dark matter and dark energy is surging silently. A small black hole is forming in a certain area of the battlefield and begins to devour everything nearby.

With the void as the array and the Star River as the chess, on this boundless battlefield, the consciousness of wind dancing is small and weak, just like a grain of dust between heaven and earth. However, it is such a small and delicate figure that in an instant, it passes through the whole battlefield, just like entering the realm of no one. The splendor of the sky is constantly blooming and gathering, and the consciousness of wind dancing rushes forward all the way, One sun after another was left behind, emitting extreme light and heat.

The absolute destructive power and the situation of instant reversal clearly demonstrate the strong power of the peak energy source of the neutral camp, while dancing in the wind has not been intercepted by the peak power of any different camp.

Fraud: Genesis.

This is equivalent to simulating the real environment, in a short period of time, making full use of all the factors that are beneficial to our own side and all the factors that are unfavorable to the enemy, deceiving both sides of the enemy's cognition of ourselves and the perception of the peak power of the same level.

In an absolutely short period of time, no one will find her even if she is an enemy dancing with the wind, even if she crosses the battlefield in such a high-profile way.

In terms of the real time of miracle city and other places, genesis has existed for a short time, probably less than ten years.

But ten years is enough to determine the fate of this local battlefield.

But what's the use of just deciding the fate of this battlefield?

The fate of the human race, and all neutral creatures, has long been predestined and will surely come to an end.

Perhaps the entire neutral camp, only in front of this vast black ocean, is still not willing to give up, is still doing its best, is still desperate, is still reckless crazy.

He may have known his fate and ending, but he didn't care.

Warlord Lin Xuanyuan.

This is a madman, is also a fool, but it is the most admirable kind of Madman and fool.

The wind dances and sighs.

Endless light from her side convergence, her shuttle body suddenly accelerated, like a sword tearing the battlefield, with slowly dissipated light, instantly into the battlefield that just formed the black hole.

Fraud: the Supreme Self.

In the battlefield of light and shadow, an almost supreme will appeared, cold, majestic and irresistible.

The moment that this will appears directly confronts the malice of the world everywhere. The black hole that is still forming turns into a wormhole in a flash. The rules of time and space are twisted with the speed visible to the naked eye in the intense deception. The body dancing with the wind falls into the wormhole, and in the blink of an eye, it goes to the distance of millions of light-years away.

At the same time when her body entered the black hole, an endless army of neutral camp rushed out of the same wormhole and joined the battlefield.

This is the real master.

On the battlefield, dominate everything.

The newly formed black hole has directly become a two-way channel in the wind dancing lie, the same entrance, but it doesn't violate the rules. Such fraud can only last for a few years, but it is enough to make the neutral camp invest billions of troops into this battlefield again in these years.

All over the sky, the stars flash back madly.

The newborn wormhole is infinitely extended in the consciousness of wind dancing. The darkness is just a moment of silence, and the distance has passed through tens of thousands of light years.

Or the same scene, or the same battlefield, or the black ocean, or the God of war Lin Xuanyuan.

This black ocean composed of endless swords is the most real state of Lin Xuanyuan, the God of war, and his most primitive form of existence. At the beginning of the war, this ocean poured into the corridor of time and space from the world of the God of war. For thousands of years, it was vast in countless star fields, Everyone in the corridor of time and space agreed that this madman was the sharpest Madman of the human race after the first emperor. The war was going on all the time. Even if the wind danced lightly, he didn't know how many star domains Lin Xuanyuan's sword Qi had crossed and how many enemies he was fighting with at the same level.

Wind light dance did not go to see the battlefield, shuttle again.

Time is meaningless, and distance seems meaningless.

Time and time again, when the consciousness of wind dancing passes through the wormhole, she suddenly feels the great power of the outside world, directly penetrates the wormhole, and instantly extends the limit of her distance, her heart is slightly relaxed.

She knew she was finally close to her destination.

This great power is the breath of the war king in the corridor of time and space.

The next second, the silence completely disappeared, and the fighting did not appear.

A huge planet appeared in front of the wind.

The planet turns slowly, almost occupying all the consciousness of wind dance.

The wind danced for a moment.

In front of this planet, the miracle city is like a children's building block in front of a skyscraper. The strong contrast makes the wind dance, who has put all his mind in the miracle City, feel stunned.

She finally arrived at her destination.

This is the capital of the corridor of time and space.

Old city.

Feng Qingwu takes a step forward, and her destination is very clear, so she swindles the distance between time and space. The chaotic meteorite belt and atmosphere change instantly, and the consciousness of Feng Qingwu has appeared in a huge palace.

The ancient bronze palace is mottled and old. The faint lights are swaying in every corner of the palace. The space is filled with a clear sense of vicissitudes and remoteness. In the palace, darkness and light are blooming and vanishing at the same time, and everything is quiet.

"What's the matter with light dance?"

A gentle voice suddenly sounded inside the palace.

The deepest part of the palace suddenly lit up a very soft golden light.

Just like the rising sun and the golden light shining in the distance, the light and darkness in front of us suddenly lost all their colors, and that light became the only one in the palace.

The wind danced quietly and floated a long way forward.

The further forward, the brighter and softer the golden light in front of it. The light sprinkled on one bronze pillar after another in the palace, clearly shining out the numerous mottled traces on the bronze pillars.

The wind came to the end of the palace.

A soft golden light emanated from the end of the palace.

There is an old desk there.

There is a heavy book about one person's height on the desk, which is slowly turning over.

There is no figure behind the desk and books.

All the light is above the desk and books.

It's a constantly changing light source, sometimes it becomes a magic sword, sometimes it becomes a misty cloud.

In essence, this tiny and changing light spot is a drop of blood.

No corpses, no shadows.

It's just a drop of blood.

The wind lightly dances to gaze at this drop of blood in front of eyes, eyes calm slightly bend over, light voice way: "have seen your majesty."

"What's the matter?"

In the golden light, the gentle voice is clear and gentle.

"I want the map of the world."

The breeze lightly dances to reply a way without the slightest hesitation, her voice is very firm, no doubt.

His Majesty in the golden light was silent for a second.

Wanshitu.

It is one of the most important weapons in the cloister of time and space, and also one of the four most powerful artifact in the whole neutral camp.

Weiwang, wanshitu, renhuangta, Xuanyuan sword.

Among the four artifacts, wanshitu ranks second. In countless reincarnations, this ranking has not changed at all.

If fengqingwu is the representative of the peak on the road of fraud, then your majesty is the real peak in the field of calligraphers and martial artists, and wanshitu is something that your majesty has studied all his life. It records not only his personal calligraphy and painting, but also the calligraphy and painting of every calligrapher in the countless reincarnation of time and space.

Every painting has the ability to make a difference.

Similarly, the map of the world is now the only artifact in the corridor of time and space that can hold your Majesty's blood.

Without wanshitu, the activity of your Majesty's blood will slowly dissipate, and his strength will become weaker and weaker, and eventually fall.

It's bound to be a long time.

But unfortunately, time is meaningless, since there is the possibility of falling, then the fact of falling may appear in the next second.

Maybe ten thousand years of wind dancing, maybe one minute of your majesty

"Yes."

A second later, his Majesty's voice gently rang up: "which one do you want?"

"Genesis."

Wind dance seems to be a little surprised, but still quickly answered each other's questions.

On the desk, incomparably heavy books turned a few pages, and there was a clear tearing sound in the palace.

A thin page from the book out, fell in the hands of the wind dance, light as a feather.

But the heavy book on the desk is very clear thinning about one tenth.

The wisps of Qi flew out of the palace and spread to the void, which was the activity of your Majesty's blood dissipation.

The wind danced quietly for a moment and whispered, "thank you."

His Majesty's laughter reverberated in the bronze palace, free and easy.

"Why?"

The wind danced and asked.

"Well?"

Your majesty seems to have some doubts.

"Genesis is important to you, too."

Feng Qingwu said, "if I'm not wrong, you spend most of your time resting in Genesis. The activity of your blood spills into Genesis, and then returns to yourself. If there is no genesis, how long can you persist? In fact, I'm ready for you to reject me with the overall situation of time and space corridor and Terran. "

"The overall situation of the human race..."

His majesty whispered to himself, and then began to laugh. His laughter was very light at first, and then became louder and louder, but it was not the hysterical laughter. The laughter was clear, calm, indifferent, open-minded, and finally turned into a light fatigue: "Terran... What's the big picture?"

The breeze lightly dances suddenly a startle, subconsciously of open mouth way: "what meaning?"

"Literally."

Your majesty said calmly, "I give you the genesis, naturally because you need it more than I do. Tell me about your highness?"

"Her situation is very special."

Some restless wind danced, thinking about his Majesty's previous words, subconsciously said: "in several reincarnations, even if there are returnees, there are no two of them at this level. Their existence can't be copied. The so-called experience we have summed up is only based on other returnees and the process of their return. In fact, neither you nor I nor others deserve to be compared with them. We have no way to speculate on their return process. According to what I have observed now, his majesty Tianlan has been vaguely exposed to some of Tianjue's abilities, which means that if his majesty returns, he can at least reach the seventh level of authority. That's just the most conservative estimate. "

"Tianjue..."

Your majesty pondered and sighed softly: "this time, did you start from martial arts?"

"Martial arts are never weak."

Feng lightly danced and said: "over the years, the king of war has lost some competitiveness, and you have never done it. Countless people in the corridor of time and space think that the road of the warrior is no longer the glory of the past, but is it really so?"

"Of course not."

His majesty gently laughed: "this is the first way of the human race. Perhaps it has congenital defects and deficiencies compared with order and shadow, but I always believe that this road represents the real invincibility."

"Look at Lin Xuanyuan and Wang Fuxing."

The wind said softly.

When your majesty didn't do it, the two from the world of war god and the palace of man represented the highest peak of martial arts in the neutral camp. Lin Xuanyuan, the God of war, stood at the peak of martial arts and personally killed the end of the order camp. Today's God of war is the strongest vanguard for the human race, Wudao, the oldest Road, is bursting with great vitality in the most chaotic and dangerous situation.

So Feng Qingwu doesn't think there is any problem with Li Tianlan's return road.

"And your highness?"

Your majesty asked slowly.

Feng Qingwu hesitated obviously and said in a low voice: "I'm not sure, but so far, she seems to have shown some dream ability, but it's very weak. Because of this ability, she came into contact with the real brand left in her deepest consciousness by her Majesty in order to protect her. I think that this should be caused by her royal highness who is dormant now, but we can't explore her situation, we can only detect something from Qin Weibai. "

"That's exactly what I want to say. His highness was able to survive in those years because of his Majesty's real brand left in her deep consciousness. In other words, his Majesty's real brand was in Qin Weibai's consciousness. However, his majesty has now shown the ability similar to Tianjue. If his highness Qin Weibai can further awaken, her consciousness will be synchronized with that of his majesty Li Tianlan, then his majesty Tianlan may come into contact with his real brand and speed up the pace of return. In that case, after his Majesty's return, it may not be Tianjue, but... "

The wind danced softly: "kill God!"

Your majesty let out a soft tone, as if relieved, with expectations and clear: "so you want to wanshitu."

"Yes."

The wind lightly dances slowly way: "but I didn't think you really gave."

The topic came round again.

Your majesty didn't evade this time, but said in a low voice: "it doesn't matter. The corridor of time and space, there is nothing that can't be given to them. The overall situation... Without their corridor of time and space, the so-called overall situation is a false image."

Suddenly the faint golden light began to brighten.

His Majesty's voice became calm and resolute: "be calm and think about something. Maybe I should go out for a walk too, so that I won't be robbed of all the limelight by the God of war."

"You..."

A little premonition in my heart has become a reality, and the heart of wind dancing is slightly sinking.

"You're not wrong."

Your majesty spoke calmly, and the golden light began to leave the desk and walk slowly.

"Maybe, this is the last time you and I will meet."

His Majesty's voice was calm and powerful: "no miracle will happen. We are about to face failure again. Our doomsday is coming."

"I am ashamed of your majesty and your highness."

Your majesty said softly: "as the emperor of the corridor of time and space, I have never really completed my mission in the long years. All of us are ashamed of your majesty and your highness. "

"The Terrans never had the right to survive."

His majesty laughed at himself: "it has never been."

The neutral camp.

There is a god of war who advocates hegemony.

Some people take it easy.

There are four artifact to stabilize the overall situation.

Long years, countless reincarnations, in the illusory and real destruction and rebirth.

The human race is like a mole ant.

They have been fighting for survival, but they have never been given the right to survive.

What they get is the power to struggle.

Do your best, do everything, at all costs, never compromise struggling.

And then it's destroyed again and again, it's extinct.

Everything will come to an end.

"Coming back again, I'm still me, not me."

Your majesty watched the wind dance, and his voice was soft: "you are still you, not you."

"Come back again, maybe I won't be your sister."

"Whatever it is."

Your majesty chuckled: "you should arrange your own way."

"My back road, in the city of miracles."

The wind danced and whispered that she had found out and had the right person, so she didn't face the fear of doomsday. She even had some happiness with her smile: "I can be his daughter again. The only regret is to change a mother."

"That should be a good choice."

His majesty laughed. He looked into the distance, and his eyes seemed to fall on the man who was also called the emperor of man, on the God of war who was still struggling in the void, on the king of war, on the king of war, and on all the people of the human race.

Everything will come to an end.

The other party has come.

So he will fall.

The wind is light and the ball falls.

The God of war will fall.

The end of all people has long been doomed and will come to an end.

"Gone."

Your majesty said softly.

In the bronze palace, the golden light burst out in an instant, directly into the void in the distance.

The wind dances and raises its hand gently.

In the far away void, a big hand full of dark energy and dark matter suddenly takes shape.

The world is deceived by lies.

The big hand of lie changes slowly downward, and finally envelops a star at its peak.

The next second, the big hand disappeared.

The stars have disappeared.

The endless light and heat are replaced by the cold void.

A pearl burning with warm light appeared in the hand of wind dancing.

Picking stars with bare hands!

The wind dances quietly, holding the Pearl, and slowly puts it into the creation page of the other hand.

The yellowing pages become warm in a moment and shine with soft light.

The soft light fluctuated gently, and the figure of wind dancing disappeared.

Only the bronze palace was left. It was quiet, dead and empty, as if it existed forever without any vitality.

The wind dances and opens its eyes again.

In sight, it's the snowstorm outside the hotel.

It's Qin Weibai holding his snow-white shoulders on the bed.