The dark clouds and ink stood in the sky and the sea, clutching the holy shield.

As far as he is concerned, he just needs to hold on, and at the cost of the iron will to resist the holy shield, it is impossible for all the attacks on this side to pass him.

The only thing to worry about is that he can't hold on to the horror in his heart.

On Mo Qian's side, it is also a test of mental strength, and there are too many operations that he has to take care of at the same time.

At this moment, with the help of the vision of the south gate, he was frantically tampering with the color of the dead light.

In the vast depths of the earth, the earth seemed to be surrounded by a red 'sun', and the shining red light shrank inward in a spherical path, approaching the speed of light.

And in the center, on that small earth, several inconspicuous black sword qi bloomed, plunged into the sea of light, and penetrated through it devastatingly.

As the black sword qi advanced, the blank darkness spread to the surroundings, infecting the red sea of dead light.

This is Mo Qian constantly using the pen to tamper with the color of all things, smearing the red dead light!

Unfortunately, the speed of tampering is limited, and the Sea of Death Light is too large, even if it is only responsible for one hemisphere, its thickness is 87 million kilometers. The light has to go for 300 seconds.

And the maximum speed of tampering with the pen of all things is also the speed of light.

However, there is a limit to the power of the human mind.

Ink Poor was trying to tamper with colors as fast as he could, which meant that he couldn't think of anything, and his brain was completely black.

And the dead light is only thirty seconds away from Earth.

At the time of death, he could only tamper with a tenth.

After that, they can only tamper with it while shooting away the black death light.

And because of the distraction, this speed is much slower, only half the speed of light. That is, at thirty and fifty seconds after being bombarded, he will be annihilated by the red death light.

What should I do? It's very simple, Gou Ye is not watching a play.

At this moment, as the sub-personality of Mo Poor, Gou Ye can't control it physically, but it is still possible to contact the containment object and tamper with the color.

Although Gou Ye's consciousness is not delicate enough, don't be delicate in dyeing black, all dyed black, brainless black, black to death, anyway, black will be over!

In this way, Gou Ye is responsible for tampering with the color, and the rest is handed over to Mo Qian.

"Three seconds left...... Two seconds to go......"

"Whew!"

"Bang!"

The dark giant, controlling the black sky dome under his feet, blasted into the deep space as if he was stepping on a continent and soaring into the sky.

At this moment, the death light finally arrived, and it was also black, and in Mo Qiao's eyes, the sky and the world were dark.

He is sandwiched in the center, with boundless repression.

However, this depression was not felt by Mo Qian, because he did not see it with the naked eye at all, but was immersed in God's vision and overlooked the overall situation.

"Buzz!"

Collided silently, the black sky dome and the black dead light slammed together.

The Black Sky Dome, which is in the process of 'absolute shooting', is unswervingly flying towards the outer solar system.

Mo Qian held the sky with both hands, directly supporting the dead light that even the sun would be washed away. The pedal never slowed down, frantically squeezing his black sky outward.

Under this interweaving of darkness and darkness, one absolutely flies outward, and the other rushes in.

Sandwiched in the middle, anyone will die, but only Mo Qian can be fine.

Mo Poor's Night God Black Emperor mode, anything black is impossible to hurt him.

At this moment, he is invincible.

"Go back!"

This vast dark dead light is like a huge palm, slapping down.

And Mo Qian, with a black sky dome of almost the same size, greeted it with one palm!

He's going to push the horrible death cannon that can smash the sun to slag.

"Wow!"

In an instant, the black sky dome that spread for more than 30,000 kilometers shattered.

Then, the dark dead light, flying backwards at the speed of light!

From God's point of view, the hemispherical red deathlight cannon is about 897 kilometers thick in a black ocean.

This is the part of it that has been blackened for thirty seconds, and the front end touches the ink poor, and it touches away, recoiling the dead light behind it.

Black and red are intertwined, stirring up a swirl of dark red.

Repulsed!

With a single palm, Mo Qian pushed away a piece of death cannon that was enough to destroy the sun!

The energy in it is as high as a million suns.

That's right, it's a million, and after Mo Qian came into close contact with the dead light, through his seventh sense, he had already experienced its energy abundance. A million times more than he had ever felt the sun!

And what Mo Qian pushed away was only one-tenth, that is to say, the Apocalypse Civilization squeezed at least 20 million stars in order to destroy the earth!

However, such a terrifying extinction and death light is still invincible to Mo Qian's Night God Mode.

The Night God Bone, the Brush that tampered with the color of all things, and the absolute hit, the improvement of the ink poor was more than a star and a half.

It was a complete qualitative transformation.

Ink is able to make absolute contact with any black object, and whether or not he can move it depends on his strength and the stationary mass of his target.

Containment is like that, sometimes correlated, with unique parameters.

When it comes to stationary mass, it has nothing to do with its energy and kinetic energy!

The rest mass of light is zero!

In the Night God Black Emperor mode, the ink poor can directly shake the dead light, as long as it is a black part, it will shake its whole.

Coupled with Mo Poor, as long as he can move a little, it is equivalent to being able to move infinitely.

Only then did the collision occur, the sky was shattered, and the dead light was reversed!

All this is within Mo Qian's expectations, the air wall is just an air wall after all, in the face of the high-energy impact of the dead light, it is not invincible, even if it can withstand the explosion of a huge amount of hydrogen bombs, it is also vulnerable in the face of the dead light.

But it is not important to know that the absolute nature of the air wall lies in the inevitable solidification, and its solidification time is at least one second.

In other words, whether you are a beginner or a master, the air wall can make the air wall last at least a second without breaking.

A second is long enough, and while the wall of air shatters, the first force is already given.

The huge sea of black dead light was set by Mo Qian as a target outside the solar system, and it faded with a bang.

The black part that had been transformed in the previous thirty seconds had gone away at the speed of light, and it had also weakened a wave of red death light behind it.

This was exchanged for thirty seconds, because the follow-up red death light would take another thirty seconds to reach the battlefield.

This time is enough to condense a black sky again!

"Gollum!"

Mo Qian took advantage of this time to stuff a mouthful of candy, and then his eyes trembled, and his hair stood up.

It was so sweet, so sweet that he almost collapsed......

The sweet force field, as a characteristic, is unlimited. Theoretically, if a person can eat an infinite amount of sugar, he can elevate this sweetness to infinity.

In the early stage, there may be a hormonal response, but in the back, it is not the sweetness simulated by the brain, but the sweetness simulated by the characteristics.

It has long exceeded the level that hormones and nerves can simulate, and it can be said that it is already a mind-twisted sweetness.

Eat a mouthful of sugar, it is an indescribable, beyond the boundaries of sweetness!

Any sense, to the extreme, is an unbearable stimulus.

For example, before the sugar reaches the mouth, and a meter away, the molecules of the sugar are making irregular movements, and if a molecule floats to the tip of the tongue, he can feel its amazing sweetness!

If you really want to eat a big bite, people with fragile minds may be killed by sweetness directly!

If it weren't for the iron will of Ou Qiong's body, Mo Qian might have been fainted by Tian.

"it...... I don't want to eat sugar anymore......" Mo Qian said coldly, and although he said so, he stuffed another candy into his mouth.

He must eat, eat to his heart's content.

No matter how sweet it is, you have to endure it, and if you don't want to eat it, you have to overcome it, compared to Wuyunmo, this is already too happy.

After replenishing the sugar, he looked down on the earth, and could see that on the earth, many members of the club were holding instruments and making air frantically.

For the Pimi civilization, silicon carbon is oxygen and nitrogen, so stone is air.

Mu Yuan and the others, before the fusion, had already been picked up by Mo Qian.

At this moment, he is leading the members to turn the sand of the Sahara Desert into nitrogen and oxygen.

These gases are constantly supplied to Ink Poor to sustain his Black Sky Vault!

Like the god of darkness, the ink poverty made the black curtain fall again, and the extremely dark sky made countless people feel depressed.

The people experienced the apocalyptic vision, but it was not the enemy's 'death', and the world could not see it.

For them, the dark sky is ominous, more like a demon coming to the world.

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