Chapter 1365: Death is just the beginning of immortality (Part 1)

"a perfect world".
The weather in the small world has become "sunset."
The strange tree, "White Crow" suddenly looked in a certain direction.
If "it" is not wrong, it is the direction of the giant gate.
It didn't take long. Suddenly, on the darkest side of the bizarre tree, the beautiful colorful bark gradually formed a face, and finally a giant more than ten meters tall walked out of it silently.
I saw that this was a little giant without a trace.
The color of his skin resembled that of a Hulk, but it was much older and more vicissitudes of life.
The muscle lines seem to be aging a lot, but still a strong temperament can be seen, and it adds a fierce spirit that is old and not old.
This is another life of higher wisdom. But it was an old life.
After all, in the life of higher intelligence, there are no elderly people except for lovers of "heavy taste".
By the way, there is another possibility: dead. Dead.
The old man walked under the big tree and opened his eyes, but it was a pair of young eyes. In the glasses, there are two groups of vitality and the infinite rays of light are lit up immediately, followed by them, and every second, the vitality in the rays of light is endless and starts to be colorful.
But the look in the eyes expresses endless oldness.
It's like the resurrection of a life that has been dead for countless years, coming to the world it has long given up, the real world.
This is not the resurrection of the dead as imagined by carbon-based monkeys.
It is a thing that the lower intelligent life and the higher intelligent life are the same and extremely disgusting.
Know that there is nothing more hateful than disturbing a dead person.
Because you interfere with the other's first element. It's not that you think you are, want to resurrect him, and enjoy this colorful world again.
Instead, he pulled the other person out of the quiet world he was so obsessed with.
This is like throwing a nerd who likes quiet to a nightclub where the deaf can feel the "sound".
And if the queen of the nightclub has no makeup, sister Feng can also smile at each other...
And at least one million times the intensity.
This is based on the fact that a living person will not understand and always escape: real death is actually far sweeter and more sweet than living.
"White Crow" saw the old man, his eyes became more melancholy, but it did not speak.
In the breath of a few ordinary humans, the old man was already covered with a kind of bright red flower. Including only a few strands of old silvery-white hair on the top of the head, there are also brilliant red flowers.
In just a few breaths, the old man's temperament has greatly changed, becoming a rather "wonderful" old man.
The old man looked in the direction the "White Crow" had just seen, and was silent for a moment:
"The'Wind and Rain Swordsman' from the higher universe, the Lord's sword-holder, failed in this lifeless kingdom of the dead. In this small universe, is there the legendary'Admiral Chew the Corpse'? Like the Great Destruction Harrier Stars plunder the creatures of the multiverse?"
The old man's words were extremely old.
The look and expression are also like dead people, completely expressionless.
So even though it speaks. But it seems that a dead person has issued it, and the whole person has no normal life performance at all. Completely indifferent.
"The White Crow" didn't say a word, staying on the branch of the strange tree like thousands of years.
A taller person walked out of the tree, and a huge shadow came along with the voice: "It was really unexpected that that blasphemer would be able to make the'Cosmos Wind and Rain Walker' to the final death. A long time ago, I wanted to defeat the'Wind and Rain'. It’s hard work."
I saw that this was a fifteen-meter-high giant man whose figure was focused on the strength of his muscles. It was almost universally famous no matter which universe he was in.
He was also naked. If the sleeping cannon under the crotch is seen by a carbon-based monkey, it must have left the heaviest shadow in life.
Oh~~ Someone has been hurt forever, so from now on the career will be successful and carry forward~
The giant man moved forward a few steps, so huge and strong, but extremely light and silent.
He walked up to the old man, but didn't pass him, obviously sleeping. Or death for countless years, he still remembers: Don't forget to show humility to the leader; because power is equally useful to the dead.
Like his body, he has a face that is completely masculine and fits most males in the multiverse. To describe it with the description vocabulary of the Chinese world of carbon-based monkeys, they are two beautiful and touching idioms that cannot be used wrongly:
Broad-faced lion nose, overlord's face.
It's just that they were sleeping or "death" for countless countless years, causing this face and this person, no matter how domineering and aggressive "before alive" was, the spirit is flying; the behavior is ambitious and exudes domineering...
In short, the absolute tiger body was shocked, and the ants knelt and licked.
Now it is an absolutely regrettable, completely lifeless, "faceless" situation.
It's really sad, is it a dead person whose soul is completely dead if such conditions are better?
Has the hegemony of the past become completely forgotten memories and materials for street literature?
The old man was like a "white crow" without saying a word.
Later, from this big tree one after another, there were dozens of + higher intelligent beings.
He Ming's strength is all from the half-step Great Sage who saw how fast he must escape.
And the old man and the nearest "big man" behind him, but... it shouldn't be a half-step great saint, but a further strength.
Although the power and texture of the two are not even as good as today's home of carbon-based monkeys, a super monkey who is rebellious and rebellious on the streets of a prosperous city. To use Dangxingren (local planetary people) extremely envy, jealousy, and distorted mouth when inquiring: so is Little Superman.
To further understand, it is the little Superman who can't wait to kill him with a sword; it is the super beast who pursues mating activities all day long.
The old man sighed: "Do you do it or do you do it? It is impossible for the dead of the soul to fight the powerful living. You are completely old. You are still dead."
The "giant man" also sighed slightly, although he would never do any behaviors that tend to be weak "in his lifetime".
Other "Half-Step Great Sage" level powerhouses are also silent. Or it is completely dead, even the most basic mind is completely lost in the eternal sleep equal to death.
In the true death of the multiverse, especially for the super power, death is a matter of forgotten one after another.
What you have experienced will definitely be in the result of waiting for the ultimate natural death. For example, in the spirit sea, like a dream, you experience all the things in the past, most of the memories. This is why Linghai is so fascinating.
And in the end it is completely dead.
Comes like a blank sheet of paper, just goes away like a blank sheet of paper.
At the end, this white paper burns, but the black dust will be in another new era in the multiverse...
Rebirth.
--Perhaps. After all, no one, "God", "Demon", "Holy" can confirm.
The old man continued: "The'cosmic swordsman' who has the most spiritual vitality among us and maintains most of the strength of the past will fight the Lord's sword in the final decisive counterattack. This world is about to be completely destroyed. We will make a big leap to the world of the dead. "
After speaking, the old man walked towards the strange tree, as if water melted into the water. The moment the old man entered the strange tree, it let out a slight sigh of joy.
Including the giant man, he came out very briefly, and then went back.
All the super powers have just disappeared, and "White Crow" has begun to sing again, this time it is a very long, ancient and famous poem in the higher universe.
It takes tens of thousands of long poems to be equal to the human "ah~~".
And when the "White Crow" sang hundreds of sentences, this "perfect world" completely disappeared from the "core area" of the southern labyrinth. It's like it never existed.
There is almost no trace of energy in the way of leaving, and it is cleaner than thought.
Carbon-based monkeys equal to the earth can walk on the surface of the water, and there is no trace on the surface of the water... It's incredible.
...
"Snapped!"
"call!"
"Life is sweet, life is lovely. Don't forget the moment when you drink wine."
"Love will flow at the end, love will fly ashes. The golden moth loves, although it is dead without regret."
There was another cloud of smoke, He Ming smiled so that his eyebrows were dancing, he pinched the cigarette between his fingers, and continued to mutter to himself: "I'm really a talented person. The ancient masterpieces casually said one, two, three or four. , It's wonderful."
But half of the cigarette hadn't burnt up yet, a sword light soaring into the sky, with an incredible boundless dominance wrapped in the pale white, a "bang" rose from He Ming's eyelids.
At the same time, before hitting He Ming, He Ming instinctively felt the strong crisis of "serious injury" for the first time, so he used super speed to "swish" to dodge in advance.
The danger of the moment made He Ming sweat in a cold sweat, and at the same time, the source of inspiration for his left hand, the superb smoke worth thousands of RMB, was instantly wiped out.
Continuing to the back, while evading to the northwest, He Ming's eyes widened. He couldn't believe that this sword light came from "Little Golden Man!"
"Ah!"
The "Little Golden Man" made a very terrifying roar ~EbookFREE.me~ At the same time, the expression was extremely terrible and evil, extremely terrible and evil.
All, all horror and evil are concentrated at this moment.
Actually just to...scream in surprise?
Because a sword light blazed out from the center of its body, and it grew bigger and bigger in an instant.
He Ming knows the power of this sword light, because the "Little Golden Man" alone is out of it, it is crazy expansion, causing the sword light to soar through the sky, everywhere, and destroy everything in a few moments.
He Ming retreated quickly, and at the same time the solar energy was vented wildly, but he almost stared out again:
For the first time, it was my turn to turn my solar power into tofu.
What happened?
Sao years.
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