Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

He seemed to wake up from hundreds of millions of years or even hundreds of millions of rounds of long sleep. He struck a shallow debt and smiled at the dreamer.

This smile in the eyes of the dreamtraveler is deeper than the nine Yellow Springs, and the faces of the ghosts of the grieving spirits are more daunting.

“Stop him! Stop him! Stop him! ”

Dreamtravelers looked white, screaming into the eardrums of all awakeners and scratching their brains.

“Knock, knock! ”

He sat in this iron chair with an automatic steel lock that would lock the wrist and ankle of the sitter, but he behaved very cooperatively just now, and there were no problems with the previous triple test, and Ms. Gray Mist did not want to push him too hard to lock herself.

And now, it's too late for the spring steel lock to bite again.

Before the steel lock was completely locked, his wrist and ankle swelled to twice as thick as normal. He actually bounced the four spring steel locks back. The crowd had not yet reacted. He had stepped in front of the dreamtraveler, forked five fingers and held the dreamtraveler's neck.

“Shh...”

He smiled and said to the sleepwalker, then "clicked”, crushing the sleepwalker's cervical spine raw, his neck completely crushed, his head very strangely crooked aside.

When he threw the Dreamtraveler to the ground, the guide to the memory of previous generations was dead.

“Ah!”

The sudden shock made everyone stare, or was Sparta the most responsive, when the reflex raised the plasma gun and pulled the trigger hard on him.

He didn't turn his head back, just in a counter-articular position, reaching back out his right hand, palms open, and a hollow grip.

An incredible scene happened, a ball of lightning with destructive forces had just come out of Spartan gunpoint, but it had stagnated strangely in the middle of the sky, as if two forces from different directions had forced it to tear it apart, so that it emitted a "crackling" burst in the solidified air, the stiffness did not last long, the plasma went back the way it was, drilled back into the gun again, “bombarded”, the plasma gun directly burst, the pieces of heavenly flowers pieces pierced Spartan body deeply, plus an arc wrapped around a tooth dancing claw, to turn the tiger back bear waist of the strong man directly into a broken puppet.

“You are not Li Yao, who are you! ”

Ms. Grey Mist's face, which originally appeared dead and grey, grew more and more tragically white, and the surrounding wounds sprayed again with pale blood stains, forcibly motivating superpowers, seven tricks and a large amount of mist in her pores, suddenly having life, surrounded him.

His mouth pulled a scornful and cruel smile, just bombed the plasma's right hand into a fist, lightly depicted the past toward the center of the grey fog, suddenly heard a burst of wind in the finger seam, tore the grey fog into a stranded airflow, rushed to flee, even Ms. Grey fog was blown out by him more than a dozen meters away, heavily hit a container, made a "knock” sound, hit a human concave.

Dozens of awakeners, ambushed around the warehouse, saw him instantly slaughter or severely injure the core members of the three organizations and jumped at him.

“Stay back! ”

Lady Gray Mist perceived his horror in the staggering of moments. For the first time deep in her eyes, she revealed a fear that could not be described with a pen ink, screaming loudly, “Run, run! ”

Unfortunately, she barked too late.

No, it should be said that even if she sends an alarm the first second, there is no way to stop it and save the life of any awakener.

“Da-da-da-da-da-da! ”

Dozens of modified heavy guns blasted a raging barrage at him, but failed to make even a ripple appear in his swampy eyes. The bullet tore his remnants to pieces, and his true dignity had turned into an electric ray, flashing behind many awakeners.

“Boom!”

When an awakener took off at high altitude and was still halfway through the air, the five dirty hearts could not withstand the ultra-high pressure, bursting out and dying terribly.

“Boom!”

The second awakener was kicked out by his foot. At the same time, he activated the other party with the magic of the anti-aircraft object, and hung four grenades between his waists, leaving the awakener dead in a cluster of four fireworks.

“Bang!”

The third awakener was struck by his palm on the lid of the Heavenly Spirit, and his most sturdy helmet was crunchy as a matchbox, with a helmet with its head, and suddenly split into pieces.

“Whoo!”

The sacrifice of three consecutive awakeners finally bought time for the rest of the comrades. The fourth awakener held his hands together. From the palm of his hand, the whole person was surrounded by the flames of a burning bear, a kind of technique that allowed him to freely control the temperature!

But neither the fireball, nor the firewall, nor the dragon with the claw of a tooth could resist his attack.

Instead of even doing it directly, he just stared at the awakener and gently struck a finger. The flame of the awakener was completely out of control. Instead, the flame of the bear devoured its own cells and soul, causing a typical phenomenon of "human spontaneity”.

It's not a fight, it's a massacre.

Whether he is a novice, a deep or a terminal, or a master of flames, frosts, lightning, poisonous and other powers, he is in front of him like a three-year-old.

He was left with more than a swim blade, slaughtered slowly, and from time to time turned the warehouse into a bloodstained palace.

Surrounded by steaming blood mist, his feet trampled the wet five dirty six hearts, his face still hung a mysterious smile, his eyes like a swamp capable of submerging all his souls, he was the incarnation of death, the demon king slowly coming from the depths of Nine Ghost Yellow Springs!

Now, apart from the badly wounded Lady Grey Mist and the half-dead Spartan, there are no more half-lived people in the warehouse - he is definitely not a living man, but a destroyer, a demon king, a reaper!

He slowly walked in front of Ms. Grey Mist and stood high, looking at her with an inhuman eye.

“Boom!”

Not far away, Sparta, not knowing where her strength came from, woke up with a shattered body dragged, raised her hand and fired the last bullet at him.

He waved randomly, like driving away an obnoxious mosquito, and the bullet drew a strange arc in the middle of the air, turning 180 degrees, drilling impartially through Spartan's eyebrows, and then drilling a bowl-sized cave in the back of the head of the loyal resistance, taking away most of the brain tissue.

“Turns out, cough, cough, it's really you, you're the most elite assassin sent by Apocalypse to deal with Red Pole's 'targeting pills’. ”

Lady Gray Mist laughed, “This, is this the power of the 'psychic'? It is powerful, and it is also our fault that we are so stupid that it will lead the wolf into the room and bring you to this place.

“But you're still a bad chess player, exposing yourself in advance, even if your fighting power is strong enough to kill all of us, so what? Red Pole is hiding in the mist deep in the ocean, and you're not going to find him. Huh, as long as you can't see him in person, even if you're a walking human nuke, what's the use?

“You are finished, this war has been repeated thousands of times, and we, we, will finally be the final winners, without any power, will block our freedom and… hope! ”

“Oh.”

After listening quietly, he nodded and gently smashed Ms. Gray Mist's heart.

He stood in the bloody sea for a long time, his slightly wrinkled eyebrows showing his inner irritability - the "home is so dirty, it takes a long time to clean up” irritation.

He then returned to the Dreamtraveler's body, hooked his fingers, and hooked up the watch with the ruby sapphire engraved with the octopus pattern.

Fortunately, he was very careful not to damage the precise mechanical structure of the pocket watch, and the pointer was still walking “clicking”.

He stared at the spinning second hand for a long time, then sighed and slowly carried the watch into the air, hovering at the height of his eyes.

He forked his five fingers again, pointing his right hand at the hollow watch, turning his wrist counterclockwise.

“Knock, knock, knock! ”

He twisted his wrist very slowly, but his expression was extremely cautious, hard and even painful, as if his palm was dead with an invisible gear, and he was controlling an extremely large machine by turning the gear backwards.

The palm of a normal person, turning 90 degrees counterclockwise at most, is the limit, but he actually turned his palm a hundred and eighty degrees, despite the bursting sound of the bone, and continued to turn the past.

As the angle of twist grew, the skin flakes of his arms cracked, the bones of his arms broke completely, poking out the bones of Whitesen, the blood splashed on his pocket watch and his face like a meteor rain, his expression did not change slightly, his eyes became deeper and deeper.

As his void twisted, the second hand of the watch slowed down, the air condensed, and the surrounding space shook a visible ripple, condensing into a giant swirl counterclockwise.

Finally...

When his palms rotated three hundred and sixty degrees and his muscles, bones and blood vessels burst completely, the second hand, minute hand and clockwise of the watch stopped.

Also stopped, it seems there is room around and even… time!

He grinned with satisfaction, barely manipulating a broken wrist, turning 361 degrees counterclockwise.

Bloodstained fingertips seemed to possess horrible magic, the second hand of the watch trembled slightly twice, and he followed his fingers and walked back!

It's hard to describe the sound of a second hand backwards, not the normal spinning "click-click” sound, but a kind of sound like a glass marble falling upstairs, "click-click” bouncing, getting denser and denser until it disappears.

……

“In any case, although his first five generations had been a greedy, unpretentious, third-rate writer who was willing to write anything for money plus a reporter, he had never had anything to do with the Apocalypse. He was the most insignificant little figure, a tiny set of data at the time of the Earth's reboot, and even if the Apocalypse really wanted to find undercover, he would never find him. ”

Dreamtraveler to Li Yaodao.

Li Yao was in a bit of a trance, twisting his head and listening to voices from afar or deep in his mind.

I wonder if he's delusional, he seems to have heard a kind of, how to put it, a kind of "glass marble landed upstairs, ‘da-da-da-da' keeps bouncing, getting denser, eventually disappearing” sound.

But this warehouse has only one floor, and there's a roof above it. Where's the glass marble? It's probably the wind and rain outside. Is he wrong?

“I see.”

Li Yao nodded and took a deep breath and sat on the iron chair.

Ms. Grey Mist and Dreamtraveler were relieved at the same time.

Li Yao suddenly asked the dreamer, “Do you have a watch? What time is it? ”

“Yes.”

The sleepwalker touched a very sophisticated, ancient pocket watch with a spiral octopus engraved on the case, filled with the scent of the ocean, "It's 8: 05 p.m. ”

“How many seconds? ”

Li Yao asked.

“How many seconds? ”

Dreamtraveler slightly flashed.

“Yes, exactly to the second, tell me. ”

Li Yao Cold Road.

“Uh, it's 8: 05: 32. ”

Dreamtraveler frowned, "What's wrong? ”

“Nothing.”

Li Yao blinked his eyes and appeared confused on his face. He didn't even seem to understand why he had to ask the time and ask so precisely.

But he soon forgot about it and nodded to the dreamer, "Now that it's the rules of the Ark Foundation, let's do it! ”