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Chapter 135 Time Refutation
Chapter 135 Time Refutation
Go to the edge of the bed.
Sikong looked at the mummy, the withered and yellow hair could not conceal the despair and madness of the mummy.
His legs were stretched straight, and his hands were firmly grasping the edge of the bed with five fingers. His black nails even dug into the wooden board, and some nails even cracked open, exposing the rotting flesh and blood underneath.
You know, the little boss's bed is uniformly made of 'Frost Wood', which has a certain effect of calming the mind and calming the mind. Although it is wood, its density is no less than that of Qianlian Steel!
As soon as Sikong's mental range moved, the world membrane wrapped around his ankles fell down. Under the control of Sikong's spirit, the lines overlapped and entangled, forming a pair of rough, but generally decent 'pliers'.
The 'pliers' wobbled towards the mummy's chest on the bed, clamped open the sternum, and saw a drop of golden blood that seemed to be breathing on the mummy's completely dehydrated heart, which was not as big as a walnut.
However, this drop of blood was slightly darker and more spiritual than it was three days ago.
And the evil spirit, even more so, seemed to have completely disappeared.
Suddenly, the blood seemed to be aware of the spiritual body attached to the world's fetal membrane, and a long and thin antenna slowly grew out of the oval liquid droplet.
The tentacles are very light and thin. Logically speaking, they should be swaying in the wind like willow catkins, but the space on the bed seems to be a quagmire. The tentacles are floating in the air, motionless.
Just go slowly towards the 'pincer' on the sternum.
'Whoosh! '
Suddenly, Ben was slow, and the tentacles that were still tentatively elongated quickly, and a suction cup invisible to the naked eye was born at the end of the tentacles, which was about to swallow the spirit body on the world placenta in one gulp!
But the speed of the tentacles is fast, and the speed of Sikong's nerve conduction is even faster. Before the suction cup touches the world membrane, the 'pliers' collapsed into lines without width and diameter, and returned to Sikong's ankle.
Immediately, because of losing the target, the book stretched wildly, like a glutton's tentacles listless, and slowly crawled back.
The faintly breathing golden blood was restored again.
"The appetite is getting bigger and bigger..."
Sikong's eyes were gloomy, and his face was a little ugly.
After a billion years of vicissitudes, the precious blood of Christ has undergone a mutation, which has led to a deep evil nature and a crazy desire to devour all life. Especially without the suppression of the second world, this evil nature is slowly recovering up.
"The first time, only one corpse was needed to keep the blood of Christ quiet for a while; but the second time, the number increased exponentially, and two corpses were not enough!"
Sikong frowned and pondered, the three corpses in the bedroom were the missing Jackal, Red Devil, and Chuanhai.
Perhaps some of them wanted revenge and wanted to strike first, but no matter what the reason was, the result was that they were all cruelly used by Sikong as a culture medium for the precious blood of Christ.
Such reckless behavior of human life is enough to make children stop crying and become a negative teaching material in textbooks.
But Sikong didn't care.
Sikong looked at the mummy on the bed, there was a gap in the sternum of the mummy, and Sikong could even see the blood of Christ in the heart of the mummy.
The precious blood of Christ seems to have fallen into a deep sleep, and even the evil spirits have been restrained completely, so that it does not show up, but Sikong knows that it is dormant, disguising, and deceiving!
Just like a perfect hunter, who knows how to deceive the prey's senses and touch, so as to kill with one blow, and become the nutrition for his own growth!
Sikong's injury has indeed healed.
Let the blood of Christ maintain a brief peace with the carcass of the jackal.
However, it is not so much calm as a kind of metamorphosis.
Use the nutrition of the carcass of the jackal, the images hidden in the brain, and the memory of the muscles to make up for my blank instinct.
Go all out to learn and discard all external perceptions.
During this period of calm, Sikong used the "superior cell division catalyst" function of the precious blood of Christ and a large amount of divine substances to heal his injuries quickly, and even made a faint breakthrough in his cultivation.
Of course, Sikong didn't know that Jackal had fallen from the two-dimensional level, and his physical potential and vision were far from being comparable to ordinary one-dimensionality. Only then did he meet the requirements for the first transformation of the precious blood of Christ.
The appetite for the precious blood of Christ is far greater than that of Sikong!
"This is only three people missing, and it has attracted the same hatred from the East Ninth District. The strength is still too low. Now I should not make a high profile, and I should strive for victory in a steady manner."The best way is to get rid of the evil nature once and for all! '
Sikong slapped his hand, recalling that late night three days ago, his eyes were cold and wolfish, and he was extremely greedy.
In the middle of the night, he borrowed the blood of Christ to heal his wounds, and in just over three hours, the poison of the fire faded away, the remaining injuries disappeared, and he returned to his peak!
Although the precious blood of Christ is not a biological diet, the magical effect of changing the world cannot make it increase the speed of practice.
But the precious blood of Christ is Jehovah, the all-knowing and omnipotent person who is considered the leading figure in all civilizations in the world.
Just the divinity contained in the precious blood of Christ made Sikong's cultivation speed so terrifying. He was simply singing step by step. Sikong could clearly detect the rapid improvement in his strength.
After all, divinity is also a high-level energy substance, compared to the immortal energy in the world of cultivating immortals and the microstrings in technological civilization.In front of the greedy beast called Super String Furnace, regardless of your divinity or immortality, you will bite them into pieces and swallow them into your stomach, becoming your own fat!
But extreme joy begets grief, maybe it's because Sikong squeezed Christ's blood pressure too hard, and actually let Christ's blood end its transformation ahead of time, and fought back crazily!
If Sikong hadn't been on high alert and only ingested a trace of the extremely weak precious blood, otherwise, he, the little lamb who took the initiative to deliver to the door, would have no choice but to become a mummified corpse.
'The blood of Christ?It should have other effects besides divinity, a superior cell division catalyst. '
'Just the effect of the real kingdom of God is probably not as simple as projecting the state of the spiritual body onto the real body. '
Sikong thought to himself, and suddenly recalled the last scene he saw after the real match ended.
Shougucheng transformed into a demon and actually severely wounded Jehovah, leaving a drop of his blood behind.
This drop of blood is the precious blood of Christ, and it is also the blood in the chest of the mummy in front of Sikong.
How could a fantasy world built in the second world coincide with history so coincidentally? !
The role played by Shougu City is named Lucifer. In the Bible of Western civilization, it is Lucifer, a fallen angel who betrayed God, left the kingdom of heaven, and fell into the embrace of the devil in the underworld.
Although there is a theory of destiny, the contestants plundered luck, plotted the country and murdered the gods, and made the world of Middle-earth a mess long ago, and the established world trajectory has also made eight cows unable to pull back.
"Is it because the inertia of fate is too strong, and finally returned to the established end of fate; or..."
Sikong's pupils shrank, and he was also shocked by the speculation in his heart: "We have returned to a billion years ago, or we were destined to return to Middle-earth. History is real because of us!"
"No, no..."
Instead, Sikong dispelled this absurd guess. Although he is an 'illiterate' and has not systematically studied the knowledge of space-time theory, he also knows the theory of time, which is the most unpredictable.
Not to mention most of the repairers in the entire starry sky, even if a grain of sand breaks the shackles of time and returns to the past where it should not exist, it will have terrible consequences under the superimposed effect of the butterfly effect.
One mistake will cause the physical system of the universe to collapse and explode by itself!
The line of time is highly controlled by the imperial government, and there are extremely strict laws specially set up for time.
After contemplating for a moment but getting nothing, Sikong shook his dizzy head and went downstairs with a wry smile.
(End of this chapter)
Go to the edge of the bed.
Sikong looked at the mummy, the withered and yellow hair could not conceal the despair and madness of the mummy.
His legs were stretched straight, and his hands were firmly grasping the edge of the bed with five fingers. His black nails even dug into the wooden board, and some nails even cracked open, exposing the rotting flesh and blood underneath.
You know, the little boss's bed is uniformly made of 'Frost Wood', which has a certain effect of calming the mind and calming the mind. Although it is wood, its density is no less than that of Qianlian Steel!
As soon as Sikong's mental range moved, the world membrane wrapped around his ankles fell down. Under the control of Sikong's spirit, the lines overlapped and entangled, forming a pair of rough, but generally decent 'pliers'.
The 'pliers' wobbled towards the mummy's chest on the bed, clamped open the sternum, and saw a drop of golden blood that seemed to be breathing on the mummy's completely dehydrated heart, which was not as big as a walnut.
However, this drop of blood was slightly darker and more spiritual than it was three days ago.
And the evil spirit, even more so, seemed to have completely disappeared.
Suddenly, the blood seemed to be aware of the spiritual body attached to the world's fetal membrane, and a long and thin antenna slowly grew out of the oval liquid droplet.
The tentacles are very light and thin. Logically speaking, they should be swaying in the wind like willow catkins, but the space on the bed seems to be a quagmire. The tentacles are floating in the air, motionless.
Just go slowly towards the 'pincer' on the sternum.
'Whoosh! '
Suddenly, Ben was slow, and the tentacles that were still tentatively elongated quickly, and a suction cup invisible to the naked eye was born at the end of the tentacles, which was about to swallow the spirit body on the world placenta in one gulp!
But the speed of the tentacles is fast, and the speed of Sikong's nerve conduction is even faster. Before the suction cup touches the world membrane, the 'pliers' collapsed into lines without width and diameter, and returned to Sikong's ankle.
Immediately, because of losing the target, the book stretched wildly, like a glutton's tentacles listless, and slowly crawled back.
The faintly breathing golden blood was restored again.
"The appetite is getting bigger and bigger..."
Sikong's eyes were gloomy, and his face was a little ugly.
After a billion years of vicissitudes, the precious blood of Christ has undergone a mutation, which has led to a deep evil nature and a crazy desire to devour all life. Especially without the suppression of the second world, this evil nature is slowly recovering up.
"The first time, only one corpse was needed to keep the blood of Christ quiet for a while; but the second time, the number increased exponentially, and two corpses were not enough!"
Sikong frowned and pondered, the three corpses in the bedroom were the missing Jackal, Red Devil, and Chuanhai.
Perhaps some of them wanted revenge and wanted to strike first, but no matter what the reason was, the result was that they were all cruelly used by Sikong as a culture medium for the precious blood of Christ.
Such reckless behavior of human life is enough to make children stop crying and become a negative teaching material in textbooks.
But Sikong didn't care.
Sikong looked at the mummy on the bed, there was a gap in the sternum of the mummy, and Sikong could even see the blood of Christ in the heart of the mummy.
The precious blood of Christ seems to have fallen into a deep sleep, and even the evil spirits have been restrained completely, so that it does not show up, but Sikong knows that it is dormant, disguising, and deceiving!
Just like a perfect hunter, who knows how to deceive the prey's senses and touch, so as to kill with one blow, and become the nutrition for his own growth!
Sikong's injury has indeed healed.
Let the blood of Christ maintain a brief peace with the carcass of the jackal.
However, it is not so much calm as a kind of metamorphosis.
Use the nutrition of the carcass of the jackal, the images hidden in the brain, and the memory of the muscles to make up for my blank instinct.
Go all out to learn and discard all external perceptions.
During this period of calm, Sikong used the "superior cell division catalyst" function of the precious blood of Christ and a large amount of divine substances to heal his injuries quickly, and even made a faint breakthrough in his cultivation.
Of course, Sikong didn't know that Jackal had fallen from the two-dimensional level, and his physical potential and vision were far from being comparable to ordinary one-dimensionality. Only then did he meet the requirements for the first transformation of the precious blood of Christ.
The appetite for the precious blood of Christ is far greater than that of Sikong!
"This is only three people missing, and it has attracted the same hatred from the East Ninth District. The strength is still too low. Now I should not make a high profile, and I should strive for victory in a steady manner."The best way is to get rid of the evil nature once and for all! '
Sikong slapped his hand, recalling that late night three days ago, his eyes were cold and wolfish, and he was extremely greedy.
In the middle of the night, he borrowed the blood of Christ to heal his wounds, and in just over three hours, the poison of the fire faded away, the remaining injuries disappeared, and he returned to his peak!
Although the precious blood of Christ is not a biological diet, the magical effect of changing the world cannot make it increase the speed of practice.
But the precious blood of Christ is Jehovah, the all-knowing and omnipotent person who is considered the leading figure in all civilizations in the world.
Just the divinity contained in the precious blood of Christ made Sikong's cultivation speed so terrifying. He was simply singing step by step. Sikong could clearly detect the rapid improvement in his strength.
After all, divinity is also a high-level energy substance, compared to the immortal energy in the world of cultivating immortals and the microstrings in technological civilization.In front of the greedy beast called Super String Furnace, regardless of your divinity or immortality, you will bite them into pieces and swallow them into your stomach, becoming your own fat!
But extreme joy begets grief, maybe it's because Sikong squeezed Christ's blood pressure too hard, and actually let Christ's blood end its transformation ahead of time, and fought back crazily!
If Sikong hadn't been on high alert and only ingested a trace of the extremely weak precious blood, otherwise, he, the little lamb who took the initiative to deliver to the door, would have no choice but to become a mummified corpse.
'The blood of Christ?It should have other effects besides divinity, a superior cell division catalyst. '
'Just the effect of the real kingdom of God is probably not as simple as projecting the state of the spiritual body onto the real body. '
Sikong thought to himself, and suddenly recalled the last scene he saw after the real match ended.
Shougucheng transformed into a demon and actually severely wounded Jehovah, leaving a drop of his blood behind.
This drop of blood is the precious blood of Christ, and it is also the blood in the chest of the mummy in front of Sikong.
How could a fantasy world built in the second world coincide with history so coincidentally? !
The role played by Shougu City is named Lucifer. In the Bible of Western civilization, it is Lucifer, a fallen angel who betrayed God, left the kingdom of heaven, and fell into the embrace of the devil in the underworld.
Although there is a theory of destiny, the contestants plundered luck, plotted the country and murdered the gods, and made the world of Middle-earth a mess long ago, and the established world trajectory has also made eight cows unable to pull back.
"Is it because the inertia of fate is too strong, and finally returned to the established end of fate; or..."
Sikong's pupils shrank, and he was also shocked by the speculation in his heart: "We have returned to a billion years ago, or we were destined to return to Middle-earth. History is real because of us!"
"No, no..."
Instead, Sikong dispelled this absurd guess. Although he is an 'illiterate' and has not systematically studied the knowledge of space-time theory, he also knows the theory of time, which is the most unpredictable.
Not to mention most of the repairers in the entire starry sky, even if a grain of sand breaks the shackles of time and returns to the past where it should not exist, it will have terrible consequences under the superimposed effect of the butterfly effect.
One mistake will cause the physical system of the universe to collapse and explode by itself!
The line of time is highly controlled by the imperial government, and there are extremely strict laws specially set up for time.
After contemplating for a moment but getting nothing, Sikong shook his dizzy head and went downstairs with a wry smile.
(End of this chapter)
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