Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

The legacy of lightning life tore the juvenile's body apart and pierced his soul.

Gradually dimmed and dissipated numbers, arced together, staggered and distorted like a wildly altered genetic chain, reconstructed in a whole new way.

The young man's flesh and ashes were extinguished, but he turned into a completely different face, as if he were the ghost of lightning.

Between moments, the dam of memory collapsed like a flood.

Juveniles in trance “saw” a lot of things.

It includes lightning life on imminent extinct giant planets, from their origins, development, extinction, to struggles for the last line of life, and contact with Pankot human civilization.

Also includes the birth of Lu Light Dust, thinking, struggling, evil, extreme and intricate life.

And... what the champion tried to seal.

Triple images staggered together, making the teenager instantly understand everything.

And I remember exactly who I am.

“Ahhhhhh! ”

Juveniles roar with immense pain and pleasure.

In a ghostly body, like a supernova eruption, rises a brilliant spherical lightning bolt.

Thousands of arcs shook up in the spherical lightning, first reaching out to a sister not far away, then jumping and dividing, extending past to more resistants who prefer to die and yearn for freedom.

Between moments, all the fighters facing the Creator were unwilling to give in, even if the ash smoke was extinguished for freedom, connected by Gus' lightning bolt.

Gus compiled the inheritance of lightning life into a crystal brain virus-like morphology, copied it wildly and transferred it into the underlying data of these resistors about to go to zero.

It's like a virus spreading, one shot at a time.

Countless resistance fighters, including sister Grey, were pointedly transformed into a glittering bunch of human lightning.

They are no longer unattended virtual people, not even the original lightning life, but they are the hallmark of a fusion of the two, evolving into a completely different new form of life.

Resisters have yet to react from evolutionary vertigo.

I don't understand how horrible I've become.

They only know a little.

You have the courage, the strength to fight.

Countless newborn lightning generations of lightning lives roared a hundred times brighter at their creators in the sky on the battlefield of purgatory.

No, the champions are not their creators anymore.

They are the masters of their own.

No one can take fate away from their tight fists again.

Boo!

Feeling the resonance of the resistance - the anger of our fellow countrymen - Gus felt his power was rising in geometric order.

He had a pair of staggered lightning wings spread behind him, a hundred times wider and brighter than the devil's wings.

A hundred miles of lightning wings cover the entire battlefield so that the meteor storm no longer falls on the fragile life it's just born into.

Meteor fire struck a circle of red and purple interspersed ripples on the grid, overlapping, like raining ponds, but still unable to cross the minefield for half a step.

The champion hesitated, and the image in front of him had exceeded his computational limits.

After a while, he suddenly thought of something, like the huge body of a mountain, and began to tremble lightly.

Lu Qingdu, dying, laughed at the sky after transferring all his power.

“Fighter, what a monster you and I have created together!

“Fight, Gus, fly, boy! At this moment, whether in the world of boxing gods or the Pangu universe, you are the most powerful being, don't let anyone and any power stand in your way, muster courage, go to the universe above the universe, find the ultimate self and freedom, hahahahaha! ”

Lu gently laughed, spitting blood, spitting black blood, the electric spark grew darker and faded away.

Until his eyes drooped, his hands loosened helplessly, his broken chest stopped falling and his ugly face was always filled with smiles, as if celebrating the birth of a new, more powerful demon.

“No!”

The roar of the champion is no longer filled with the majesty of life and death.

Instead, it adds a few uncertain weaknesses.

All the meteor showers he gathered together to form a shield of super iron fists that could not be measured.

This fist has a diameter of at least one third of the world's diameter.

If in the real universe objects of such magnitude and mass approached without punching at all, gravity alone could tear the whole world apart.

Even in the virtual world, such attacks deplete all remaining computational power of the champion.

At one time, the disguised system of the simulated boxing god world was stripped down, and this virtual world returned to its most primitive data form. Virtual men, with the exception of boxers and resistance, together with the entire heavens and earth, were wiped out, leaving only the creator and the unwilling demons, and fighting hard in a tragic green data vortex.

Boom!

A super iron fist that destroys the heavens and the earth and strikes a new demon just born.

Like a giant hammer weighing 18,000 pounds, it hits an ant hard.

Plus, it's blocked by ants.

“Ahhhhhhhh! ”

Under the super iron fist, Gus growled angrily again.

This time, he's not alone anymore.

Greg, along with all the resistance that the Creator hates, shines with him, sings high, strangles his fate.

They gathered like hundreds of millions of lightning bolts to tear the heavens and the earth apart and chop the swords of the sun and moon stars.

“Sister, everyone! ”

Gus' soul trembled with excitement in the interlaced sparkling arc.

He had no idea that so many of his compatriots, like ants, chess pieces, puppets, virtual data, didn't want to perish without meaning.

“Even if he dies, he dies as a human being - is that what everyone thinks?

“Then let us stand side by side and walk forward, out of our own, unique destiny! ”

The new lightning life roared, jumped, and sparkled, making that dazzling sword sharper enough to cut everything apart.

Gus waved his wings and joined the ranks of the giant sword, plunging the bolt of lightning deep into the super iron fist that descended from the sky.

The impasse between the two sides lasted only a few seconds.

The boxer's super iron fist, even his projection into the world of boxing gods, and even his core database in the master crystal brain of Star Wars Castle, began to collapse and decompose.

“Ah!”

There is no power to stop life from finding a way out.

Strong as a boxing champion, they all defeated in front of the young man's unprecedented determination, super iron fist with the projection completely collapsed.

Gus and his sisters, the newborn compatriots, turned into billions of lightning-wrapped floods, smashed sealed iron walls, rushed out of the virtual world!