Chapter 1604: 7 Great Battles Three Hundred and Forty-Five "Planning" Wars (End)

Or, force the opponent to quit. 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 gambling market that requires a heavy price, it will definitely weaken on a large scale, although he will certainly not let his own strength take the opportunity to overwhelm the opponent— -There is no need to take the opportunity to storm. This old guy is terrible, but it's getting old-He Ming doesn't believe how long he can live, wait until he becomes an old guy.
Therefore, as long as the Golden Sun is pushed back by himself, He Ming can almost immediately carry out the real Jedi Escape.
After he went out, he made an unspeakable return.
An unprecedented and generous return of great success, will, strength, and wisdom.
Probably it was the peak moment of his life.
He Ming has no way to withdraw from this soul gambling, or there is only one option that he would not choose at all: because he is based on his own spiritual world, he collapses the spiritual world, and he can leave this state by temporarily becoming a low energy. But the spiritual world collapsed and turned into weak physical energy, and he didn't know how the golden sun would deal with him.
I don't know how the Golden Sun exits, but it must be a heavy price.
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Choosing the most conservative tactic, despite giving up again and again, according to He Ming’s deliberate selection and full control of the gambling method, the Sun Demon must output twice the capital each time he folds, but it also means that He Ming needs Bear a heavier price than last time.
This is an acceptable "transmission method" for the Golden Sun.
Soon after seven rounds, the Golden Sun squinted for the third time, but in its ultimate vision of transcendence, this stupid monkey took a calm and confident attitude. Face it.
Although his teeth were crushed by some force; the blood in his mouth splashed like pillars.
Obviously, this stupid monkey transferred countless pressures to his strongest bone, his teeth.
The result... teeth like this ultimate power. It was also crushed.
Soul gambling in the deepest spiritual world must show a rough real body.
Seeing it look over, this stupid monkey has a mouth full of blood, but still sneered and said: "Yes, this is my acting skill, so smart. Come on. Go on, all press up! Oh oh oh, I'm about to I won five hundred soul indestructible arms, as well as these incredible colored soul fragments. I think it should come from a kind of soul fragment of the'great sunset eternal black hole'."
"'Hundreds of thousands of petals of the soul color flower.' In our limited knowledge, it comes from the most beautiful soul, which can provide the most pure and beautiful soul vitality. Although you old guy turns it into an old pearl yellow. It doesn't matter. My young one The heart will warm it."
"Oh, praise destiny, the soul relic of the ultimate Buddha that is unimaginable in the legend. It is the same, weak and old. But I will still make it continue to be beautiful, to perfect me and protect me."
Many good things. He Ming can only be directly identified based on unrealistic spiritual worlds, kingdoms, and other famous but unseen information.
That is to use the most absurd, deepest and most powerful information to directly identify them, which is equivalent to mythological information on the earth.
Of course, the Golden Sun simply lost all related knowledge.
But there is no doubt that they are all good things, real good things. After all, they must be the very old one, or most of the multiverse, one hundredth, one hundredth, one hundred millionth of the multiverse before countless multiverse generations. The essence, the best.
Since these good things have no life-soul items definitely don't have two lives-so in time, He Ming will restore these good things, his soul...the golden sun should have no way to deal with him.
Like the golden sun, it is impossible to imagine that the multiverse has no power to deal with it?
The golden sun remained silent. It suddenly said angrily: "If it weren't for my old, or even angry mind, to control me, you would be dead! These old people have suppressed my power too much! You crawler, don't be proud, Even if I can't defeat you in the battle of will and young mind. But my capital can overwhelm you infinitely, you can't imagine how strong I am! Everything I have is strong!"
"Is the old dog barking? Cough!"
When He Ming said this, he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, a mouthful of gleaming blood, this is the essence of blood, the blood of the source of life.
"..." The Golden Sun suddenly laughed a few times, it really wanted to laugh.
Not only that, but He Ming’s head should be on the skull with a big back. Suddenly one piece was sunken, and several pieces were sunken in succession. In the end, his super handsome face immediately became far worse than it was in the hanging silk era. Of course, this alien face is still so extraordinary and holy. As a carbon-based monkey, it is just the hanging wire of a strong carbon-based monkey. Don't think about the details of a hair.
Seeing this, if the Golden Sun is in a normal state, it must be ecstatic and smiling. It's a pity that it has completely lost its youthful and energetic state of mind, unable to express such a proud smile, but it can still laugh a few times tiredly, and said in a happy tone: "You have reached the limit... Humph. Ah. , Finally, I want to welcome my victory."
He Ming showed his teeth, a mouthful of perfect teeth. His deformed face was gradually squeezed by some pressure, still showing a mocking and contemptuous smile. He Ming said every word: "But There is still enough time to clean up your old dog."
"Quick! Press it all up!"
In the dark eyes of the golden sun, a strange brilliance shot out, making it seem infinitely terrifying. But this infinite horror of merciless cold-bloodedness is not for He Ming, but for himself, for himself that comes from the soul, and comes from the oldness of the soul.
The unavoidable extreme aging. Reality and real life are not just spreading literature. Any intelligent life cannot live a hundred million million million million million billion years unless its personality is changed into another life... The life span of the golden sun, these figures may be just A little bit.
It must be a small fraction, because the overall rise and fall of a multiverse cannot be completed in "such a short" time.
Carbon-based monkeys on Earth think that their universe has only a few billion units of life. Really... the ignorant is fearless.
Since the universe is in motion at any time, a universe enters a universe...to some extent it will not perish, or the original universe has already perished. Just like a flowing river, you cannot see yesterday's water today.
But the ultimate and supreme beings like He Ming and the Golden Sun cannot change their personality at all. I have no idea to make myself a complete stranger. What is the difference between this and my death?
"Me!" He Ming began to tremble, his acting was finally useless, but he was even more crazy. He loves this madness. He almost smelled the intoxicated beauty of the power of fate. Usually, the loser will not smell this kind of fate, because there will be no fate around the loser. So losers will not smell this smell.
Perhaps, this is He Ming’s illusion, he will not believe it at all when replaced by his super wisdom, but He Ming just believes, this is the true source of self-confidence of this ultimate, highest life-level carbon-based monkey.
I am destiny! Son of Destiny of the Multiverse! King of the world!
The two speed up, and the golden sun will harvest forever. The infinite gains, mainly from this world, have been overwhelmed time and time again. These belong to the multiverse appearance and a fraction of the wealth that will inevitably shake. It is also an important reason for the golden sun to "live" until now. It really has enough immortal power. Now, sadly, it’s stuck here for endless time. It is also wasted here.
Of course, this world is replaced by monkeys such as He Ming. As long as the family is around, the mistress and so on are all here, He Ming doesn't mind going through the multiverse generation changes here.
It doesn't matter, anyway, this place is exactly like the hillbilly universe.
Without the Milky Way, to give He Ming a solar system, he was satisfied enough.
To conquer the multiverse? In the game.
Because...the heart is big, the entertainment is big. No matter how big the stomach is, there will be as much food as possible.
There is no "surprise", and it is the most expensive "gambling money" in the multiverse that has won a double.
In the soul of the golden sun. A sense of uncontrolled aging began to pervade.
There was also a flash of pain in the eyes of the Golden Sun. Obviously, there was a soul treasure that could not be peeled off. It was finally forcibly peeled off, and at all kinds of heavy costs, it also began to taste.
"Is it this broken bowl that looks like a beggar? Hahaha. The legendary supreme soul container, the oldest soul bowl."
Just as human beings want to be superhuman, they need to have a superhuman body, and for the same reason, possess the supreme soul, and need related soul containers, because any soul cannot climb to the supreme position through its own efforts.
Just as carbon-based monkeys cannot work their own, they become...the earth.
Effort is actually a kind of beautiful fantasy that belongs to the lower life, the word of dreams.
In the real world, it depends on capital, capital, and capital!
He Ming did not let go of any expressions on Golden Sun, and immediately found a "broken bowl" based on the confused and thoughtful search of the other party.
In fact, it’s not a broken bowl, it’s a small gilt gourd jug, which is hollow due to damage, and is destroyed by a dark force that looks and is infinitely sharp, unimaginable and unbelievable, cut open The cut is as thick as a wad of 10,000 old yuan, so it looks like a bowl-like container.
As soon as the voice fell, this "broken bowl" and the inconceivable combination of gains 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 and deeply crushed. He couldn't help but lay down on the gaming table immediately, as if it was difficult to get up again.
This state is really dazzling and shocking. It seems to be an indescribable supreme power. It hits from behind with the hammer of the giant spirit god-no, it should be the ultimate punch of the multiverse. Put the abdominal muscles on it. The back is the point of force, punched down, and withstands this state forever, until he is pressed into...primitive particles.
Broken bones and even organs can be seen everywhere in the endless splatter of blood... It feels like He Ming is about to be crushed like a reptile.
This, but the abs!
But Brother Abdomen, He Ming stayed down. He was almost like a human skin. His original eyes were so beautiful that they hung dry on his face. A sound came from the human skin, making a huge gasp. A voice of anger and hatred.
"I, I can still beat you! The old man can't beat the young man!"
But because of the deepest spiritual world, this room immediately showed a kind of crazy and chaotic...despair.
On the wall, I can see everything from a flash of femininity, to endless games, food, and finally a small and warm home on a blue planet, to a large number of incredible brilliant flashes, and huge and extremely beautiful. Planet, a new home...
He definitely doesn't want to die!
"Look at you, look at you, what a poor reptile that will be squashed. Do you want to cry? How does it feel in the last existence of life? Believe me, death is not terrible. On the contrary it... It’s so beautiful that even I can’t resist it. So, I have to use the fire of your destiny to escape from here and create greater glory. Don’t blame me, this is destiny.
The first part was supposed to be full of ridicule, repaying the opponent's arrogance and rudeness, but was said dryly by the golden sun, like a dying old man in a hospital bed, and suddenly saw a 1.7-meter long-legged D-class "chest" who just went to work Of pretty nurses serve themselves, including cleaning the whole body. Suddenly he had to say a "squinting" joke, and found that Nurse Qiao only took a look at the position of his little brother, and the old man immediately felt the mood of passing away (to die).
why? When I was born, your mother hadn't given birth yet. (No matter what! My mother is not born.)
The latter part of the Golden Sun therefore said something more sincere but also very exhausting.
Obviously, leaving here has become its "last wish."
Its "last wish" of refusing to die for this.
He Ming, who looked like a human skin, 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? Early! Look at yourself , Your irreversible failure has reached your face. Look, look at your noble eyes, there is a wrinkle on your pretty face 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 beat you once, which is 20%; twice, 40%, and three times, 80 %, the fourth time, I will get 160%! This is a complete victory! Hahaha!"
The upper teeth bite the lower teeth, and all the inexplicable rage was born from the heart. As a result, a trace of anger flashed in the golden sun's eyes again, but this time, it was a flame of outright anger.
Boom!
A tyrannical psychic force ~EbookFREE.me~ shreds the whole world. Horror, deep, annihilated, black smoke like a huge pillar of fire and rain like a pillar. Countless worlds show crazy and gloomy faces, and they fall quickly and endlessly...
Blood flows into a river, a sad and fierce infinite consciousness runs through the spiritual world.
This is a completely young spiritual force.
Like He Ming of human skin, the two eyeballs shot out endless hatred and madness, and the hearts of both sides finally began to attack indiscriminately.
As a result, the world has fallen endlessly, to the deepest and extremely difficult place to recover.
At that time, it will be slow to the reality that it only takes a second, but in that world, the deepest world, the "birth, old age, sickness and death" of a universe has just come back.
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