Chapter 1601: 7 Great Battles Three Hundred and Forty-Five "Planning" Wars (6)

The flames were so fast that He Ming was alive and burned to ashes. Although faint, it was very perfect, with incredible aesthetics, like a plankton that kept spinning, and presents the bright colors of many worlds living and immortal. The flame, suspended from the ashes.
"Hahaha, finally dead? This is the fire of fate. A stupid monkey overwhelmingly."
Although the Golden Sun said so, it was not happy at all. It did not catch the fire of fate that it had dreamed of. It allowed this flame to begin a semi-realistic and semi-invisible state, and a few hundredths of a second had just passed. This fire of destiny disappears in reality, looking for the next lucky person, or other objects, or merging into the long river of destiny, into the thing called "time".
What is the golden sun waiting for? It has no expression on its face and waited a little bit. It just disappeared for about fifteen seconds. It immediately urged its own spiritual power, and immediately a truly huge and boundless golden sun suddenly appeared from the world and was destroyed in a blink of an eye. This still static world.
Still did not find anything, the Golden Sun no longer hesitated to mobilize all of its own spiritual power, and began to viciously try to sweep all the world
A huge silver giant hand grabbed the boundless golden sun and brought it back to a certain place. The next moment a person jumped out of the sky from the opposite side of the golden sun.
Still the old look, still wearing flip flops.
He Ming ridiculed in disappointment, and said, "Old guy, you still play tricks when you are so old."
"Little reptile, just like you: so young but so insidious."
The golden sun is faint and authentic.
Just now, it used a tactic to intimidate He Ming, but he didn't expect it to have a "miraculous effect", but when He Ming burned himself to death, it set off a fire of fate, it almost laughed to death. This low energy, is the fire of fate the fire of fate? I really deceive myself to become addicted without much memory, knowledge, and experience.
In He Ming's thoughts, this old guy is not bad, obviously very clear-headed, at least able to calculate time. Otherwise, in such a short period of time, would you know immediately to catch yourself?
To know the time here, compared to the real time, you don't want to see the clues and know the extent of exaggeration. 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 ten billion, mature and tasteful. Oh, it's mature and promising. Ripe and tasteful to describe fruit.
In the world, you just lived for a hundred days.
After understanding each other's state, the two sides no longer show mercy and begin to use large-scale, truly huge and power. According to the battle just now, they can no longer play with each other.
He Ming finally gave up his most conservative fantasy. Plan to realize the most terrifying tactic: with the determination to destroy oneself, drag the other party into the abyss that can't really get up.
The way to escape is extremely simple. After you play with yourself, your body explodes and is greatly damaged, causing you to temporarily return to reality and finally escape immediately.
The Golden Sun cannot 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 was its physical strength. He collapsed his own body, but He Ming would immediately swallow this guy, and immediately changed from fleeing to a battle.
For him, as long as the probability of victory exceeds 30%, he is irrational, as if he keeps saying that he is not good, but life in "history" has successfully proved that only the mistress of Smecta got naked. . Facing a mortal who only admires himself, oh, my little brother, he couldn't help but abandon everything. Including the motherland and glory.
Because he never cared about...the kingdom of the monkey and the official hat of the monkey.
He Ming couldn't ask for the power of this old guy's eyebrows. He believed that he had gained that power, and from then on...well, anyway, there was no place for heroes to use "strength" in the hillbilly universe anyway. Unless the hero and the hero's family, and the infinite intelligent life worshipping the hero, want to change to a universe that is also a hillbilly but needs development.
That’s right, just like on the earth, the countryside near the countryside is the countryside, and the hillbilly universe is still the hillbilly universe.
He Ming used all his strength, the infinite spiritual power surging constantly, and quickly threw both sides into the world, one by one that needs supercomputing to be evaluated.
The Golden Sun doesn’t know what He Ming is doing, and why it’s unwise to waste a lot of spiritual power. You must know that its body is in He Ming’s body. It wants to suppress itself, which is much stronger than the other, and consumes a lot of energy. Seriously, especially the power of the mind and so on, the power to build and maintain the infinite world is also needed.
But Golden Sun couldn't let He Ming complete his plan, even if he felt that the other party was 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 are as an idiot. . "
He Ming retained a mysterious and unfamiliar smile, and said, "Sir, old sir, I have to tell you that it is usually all fools who create the multiverse. All. Working people are the greatest."
The Golden Sun mocked: "Your stupidity is indescribable! Working people? You are really stupid. Only the strong and the supreme power that the working people can't imagine can create a multiverse, like ordinary intelligent creatures, but equivalent to The number of people in your empire is junk material, organic waste or machine waste that can be discarded as garbage at any time."
He Ming immediately pretended to be surprised and said: "Wow, this is blasphemy, this is blasphemy, this is blasphemy, you inhuman lunatic, I will destroy you and fight you for the intelligent life of the multiverse. Get up, get up, get up, the people who don't want to be slaves, get up and overthrow the from the throne. The new world needs us to be the masters. The hero Ultraman's ideals will definitely be realized, realized, and realized; move forward and move forward!"
"..." The Golden Sun showed a silent expression. It began to feel that this guy was not starting to make mistakes, but was starting to go crazy.
Sure enough... it successfully verified his almost omnipotent perception.
It's hard to believe that these states of this guy are disguise.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, how did you walk through~ the earth knows every corner of you~ sweet spring dreams, never missed, finally ushered in this moment of meeting~"
With affectionate singing, some perfect worlds were opened. I saw flowers blooming and endless idiots who could not understand the golden sun, passionate and unrestrained, like a bubble, crying "Brother Abdomen" or "Supreme Leader", Appeared time and time again.
The singing stopped, and he looked at He Mingshi again. The other party no longer had the dress that made him feel stupid. Instead, he was dressed more normally. He wore an older white turtleneck sweater and looked at someone affectionately. In this place, a bright moon loomed above the head, and through the reflection of the moonlight, one could 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, stupid monkey who looked like a newborn but was incredibly successful, looked at the shadow in that place, and said in a whisper and clear voice:
"When you are old and gray, by the fire, you can think of your youthful face and the heavy shadows of the past. How many people admire your youth and joy, and admire your beauty, fake or true, there is only one People love your pilgrim soul...that's me, me, me, and me!"
"Ah, youth can't come back. Who else is lingering, your face when you were young, your eyes like a lake, and who will promise to you the loneliness under the moonlight, the vows of childhood and childhood."
"When love has passed away, what is left in our hearts? What will be there that will always arouse our restless souls."
"The endless night is long, my beloved, where are you guys~EbookFREE.me~ In the time of eternal life, will there be someone I love, treat each other so tenderly as before... …"
Golden Sun must have never heard of poetry in this style like Ye Ci.
And although He Ming gave Ye Ci an incredible gift to his idol in the real world, making his whole family a rich man in the human world, and also a huge rich man in the universe, the pinnacle of gods and demons, but He Ming I didn't appreciate Ye Ci's many masterpieces in the real world.
Because he has no time. He is busy eating, drinking and having fun.
But the Golden Sun must have never heard that these are just works on the earth. Despite this, it quickly interrupted: "Stupid guy, are you going crazy?"
He Ming continued to go crazy, singing and reciting poems. He didn't notice at all. As the world got deeper and deeper, the golden sun's face was already covered with a shocking exhaustion and vicissitudes, but it also lost the opponent's tyrannical sense of strength. Push it to an unprecedented level.
A fallen, lonely, fierce...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. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)