Chapter 1603: 7 Great Battles Three Hundred and Forty-Five "Planning" Wars (8)

Seeing the Golden Sun deeply, he imprinted the opponent's high above, old but still cold-blooded attitude on his soul. Affected by this, the world that is the deepest and therefore the easiest to reflect each other's minds, begins to permeate He Ming's spiritual power of sadness, anger, and hatred.
Humans in China on the earth can understand at a glance. The picture scrolls of joys and sorrows in the long history are unfolding on the four walls in this small gaming room, with heavy lights and shadows and misty singing. Iron Horse Binghe came into a dream, and the poor spring girl dreamed.
The golden sun is very tall, just like the deepest and strongest demon in the multiverse and the emperor of the universe, still standing still on the chair like a mountain. Feeling one or two, it rolled up a smile at the corner of its mouth and said: "This is my honor."
At the critical moment, He Ming smiled slightly, getting up from the ground almost as if nothing happened, sitting on the original wèizhì, and patted the suit on his two huge arms.
Although this is the setting of the soul and mind for the world, a heart can move back to any place at will.
But He Ming still personally acted like reality. First, he was like a mountain of extreme exhaustion, and second, he used actions to increase all the pressure on this old guy.
He Ming folded his hands and placed them together quietly. His extremely beautiful eyes were quieter and more perfect, and therefore more handsome. The expression is silent like the eternal immortal god, and the posture is like the mighty and holy sun god.
Countless thoughts flashed in his mind. First of all, He Ming denied the decision to delay time and the idea of ​​winning and losing on purpose. Because the two methods are based on the fact that he can completely resist the golden sun in reality.
It becomes this situation if you cannot resist;
Deliberately winning and losing, keeping a stable is even more a joke and a utter stupid thing.
The Golden Sun couldn't ask for it, armed with his own soul. The soul immortal matter can be charged with the opponent's soul energy for free.
If he really did this, his death would be even faster.
Because mental power is also a part of real power, it is equivalent to the spirit of a mortal. Once it is used up, even though the physical strength is still there, the combat power will still be greatly reduced and weakened.
What's more, it's even worse. The Golden Sun's soul armament, etc., are completely different from him, like a black hole of souls thirsty to the extreme. He Ming didn't know whether it was the ability of the other party deliberately, or after countless, countless times, even the soul armed without any moisture and energy maintenance, turned into such a terrifying soul black hole.
These ancient and greedy soul powers are going far beyond the fatal variables in his calculations.
No matter which kind. It's all bad for him. Some "clues" have already shown that the red danger level, that is, one's own chance of escape, has reached a situation that is worse than the actual strength, far less than...1%.
He Ming needs to make changes immediately.
Great changes are bound to be crazy behavior.
"Accept your fate, don't have to struggle, your path will be cut off by me."
The golden sun is faint and authentic. Playing a few cards with both hands, turning over and over. The whole attitude is a complete indifference. A very old life lonely and exhausted to the extreme.
But such a guy still didn't forget He Ming's life, and then escaped from this world using the fire of destiny in He Ming's soul.
Needless to say, the universe of He Ming alone will definitely...the total destruction time will not exceed one day.
He Ming lowered his eyes and quickly raised a smile at the corner of his mouth. He just lowered his hair and made a cold voice, "The mountains and rivers are exhausted... Well, since you want to die, hum, I will fulfill you."
After that, Qiang Action used his gambling ability, and the scrolls on the surrounding walls disappeared without a trace, and an active colored light descended.
The following game is fast, and if the card is not played for three seconds longer than this place, the crazy game of failure will begin immediately.
"Put it all down, if I have anything in my soul, press it up!"
With the power of destiny, cards are automatically dealt. He Ming does not look at two perfect cards with profound secrets, but at the path of the Golden Sun motionless.
The golden sun narrowed his eyes. It now has beautiful gray-black eyes. It was like a gray flame ignited in a black hole. It should be a silver flame, or a bright color such as gold. You can imagine that perfect color in the state of a black hole.
Despite his old age, these eyes are still almost the same as He Ming's extremely beautiful black and white eyes.
After obtaining many ultimate powers, He Ming has restored himself to the most innocent state, and then mentioned it to an incredible degree.
Super evolution, super evolution!
In other words, solar power, or the dark guard ability of the court of life, are all under the influence of the ultimate power, canceling the change of He Ming’s charm, so He Ming is restored to the most perfect carbon-based monkey, but because of the ultimate power The crazy evolution and lack of strength caused him to become a strange monkey.
Of course, the final ordinary human being, that is, the image of He Ming himself, can only come out after he escapes his life and digests all his power.
Nevertheless, just the eyes become pure, pure black and white, beautiful to a kind of coldness and endless... the charm of the cold male is invincible.
"I follow." In the third second, the Golden Sun performed what he wanted without hesitation.
Some instinctive warnings are also faintly transmitted to the soul through many extremely old powers.
The golden sun suddenly produced a kind of anger, but it was more of a kind of sadness and a kind of pain.
When did I fear this lucky reptile?
When was he unprecedentedly powerful but did not dare to take risks? How was it different from the old guys he had killed?
Damn, why can't I remember so many old guys I have killed!
Golden Sun: Bad card.
He Ming: Supreme brand.
All the gambling money is automatically invested in his own soul, He Ming's eyes flashed a little pain, but he smiled and knocked on the table and said: "Old guy, does it seem to be restless? Look around, in the infinite spiritual world, both sides You can see each other’s mental reactions. Look, you have experienced anger, sadness, anger, pain, helplessness, despair, numbness, and anger. Unfortunately, exhaustion accounts for more than 99% of all these emotions. In this regard, I can express a kind of pity, a kind of pity for the youngest person."
"The low-level stupid kind who is about to die." The Golden Sun snorted contemptuously, but it scratched its own hair without reservation, and then immediately began to give up most of the cards without ever seeing the tactics of the cards.
At the same time, every round dragged the time to three seconds later, which was only trivial.
Golden Sun qīngchu, He Ming wants to make a quick victory tactic. Before he has any fatal collapse, take his own soul. It is a "legal" way of winning with his own initiative.
In this level of competition, the Golden Sun was forced to obey his old heart, only proceeding in accordance with wisdom.
Although it is very qīngchu, sometimes the contest of will is far better than wisdom, but the problem is that he can't even use active wisdom.
It is too old.
It's too tired.
It really wants to die.
How sweet and touching death is. This is the last and most precious gift to spend infinite eternal life and to fully experience the life after life.
Eternal life, only low life such as carbon-based monkeys can be so arrogant and cherish time.
In fact, every carbon-based monkey will soon have at least one million years of immortality without knowing the passage of time, but this is only the beginning, followed by at least ten billion years of roughly life. Don't think it's over, it's early. Eternal life is eternal life, not a place where thought is king and spreading literature and hanging silk. Gnawing Chinese cabbage in the basement can destroy the United States.
"Go on, hurry up. Ha, dare not follow?"
He Ming took a few breaths and could still laugh out loud.
"I didn't expect you to be so crazy? Can you introduce you to your civilization? Tell me about it to an old life."
With a panoramic view of the opponent's state, the Golden Sun, which gave the most relevant pressure, this time it was its turn to begin to express eloquence.
Yes, it's its turn to delay time. After all, the opponent is sitting in a sea of ​​swords and flames, and he... is not much different from a new age stupid monkey who has become a Superman winner from hanging silk by luck, facing a group of mistresses who have long white legs to seduce Dabo and wear low-cut outfits for afternoon tea.
Regarding this, He Ming mocked and said very quickly: "A great guy like you dare not go crazy with me? I am so young and you are so old. The old guy like you who is in death does not follow I'm in a contest of wisdom life among newborn babies. Hahaha. I spit on you. Really. Wholeheartedly. Start!"
After speaking these words quickly, He Ming arranged the game again.
In each game, he was fully focused on preventing the opponent from using his abilities.
Because he can win and cannot lose any time.
"Huh!" The Golden Sun squinted again, and the gray eyes under the pure dark background showed an old look. It wanted to laugh but felt that there was no relevant mood at all~EbookFREE.me~ Suddenly it only showed one kind. Sullen and terrible exhaustion, continue to be silent, and engage in the cruelest contest that belongs to the two souls.
He Ming's tactics are very simple. The opponent's soul can't be immortal. With infinite capital, every time he wins, his capital will surpass the opponent sooner or later, so he only needs to win all the opponent's soul before he collapses.
Tongguo calculates that he only needs his capital to reach 50% of the opponent's zuoyou, and then he can complete the final victory in one go.
Even if he wins this time, his soul will collapse, it doesn't matter, it is hopeless than falling into the opponent's hands.
After all, no one had heard of the result of the soul armed rebellion and collapse, and He Ming didn't have any information to prove that he was bound to die.
Hope is better than no hope.
This is the choice you would choose if you were smarter.
PS: First more. (To be continued...)
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