"I'm going to kill you!"

An angry roar resounded through the sky, and a violent will covered it, and the monstrous green bloom swept the sky and the earth like waves, and the green lines were intertwined layer after layer, weaving into a large green net from the sky.

Transcending space and overriding the body, this is an attack between the virtual and the real!

In the big green net, there are dense and countless grids, and in each grid, there is a small green sword, which wears out the sword qi of the soul of the consciousness of living beings, it is no longer a tangible sword, but a sword of soul consciousness. In monk terms, this is the sword intent of the Yuan Shen, which can slash the soul.

According to legend, the immortal divine consciousness covers tens of millions of miles, and one eye can kill mortals without injury, the so-called no injury means no physical injury, and killing means that the soul consciousness is directly erased. Compared with the insignificant fragile consciousness of mortals, the immortal primordial spirit is too vast and vast!

Have you ever seen a blue sky during the day? Have you ever seen the starry sky at night? When you look up at them, do you feel that the heavens and the earth are as big as the sky, and I am as small as dust? Ordinary beings, even monks in the half-immortal realm, feel the same way when they look up at immortals, they are not looking at a living being, but a galaxy and a world.

Once, Bai Ye saw the God of Light and the Demon God join forces in Blue Lotus, and the consciousness of the Twin Gods Heavenly Realm forcibly knocked a planet and hundreds of races from a civilized society to the primitive world.

The green light fluctuated too fast, and it completed its arrival in an instant, enveloping all the desolate slaves of one hundred and eight cities.

In fact, if there are still mortals here, then judging from the mortals outside, the sky is not like a tide of green light at all, and there is no vast net, just calm.

Yes, it is calm, eerie to the extreme, like a desperate pool of stagnant water without wind and waves, it seems that there is nothing missing, but it vaguely feels that there is a lack of vitality.

The Black Hole Cannon was locked in the sky under the automatic traction device, the gravitational tower was facing outward, and layers of hazy light shrouded the One Hundred and Eight Cities, which was the self-defense device of the desolate slave activated. From the beginning, they knew there would be such a day!

The Sword of Killing the Divine Soul may be effective with one blow for a small number of ordinary mortals or monks under the immortals, but it is a pity that he encountered a group of desolate slaves, among which there are 3,000 Desolate Slaves of the Divine Heaven Realm.

The recording instruments in the city are running at high speed, and they will be responsible for recording the reactions and data of each deserted slave, so as to obtain more information and materials, and grasp everything to prepare for the future.

Tens of billions of desolate slaves, at this moment, the physical body is in this realm, but the consciousness is pulled into a world built by an immortal with his strong Yuan divine power. It was a real world, but he could make it up, but he couldn't dominate it, because the slaves who had been pulled in did not collapse and die as he thought, and become a part of the world.

They are resisting, although most of them have lost a lot of memories, but they are still resisting, just like Bai Ye was constantly reincarnated in the world composed of strange women, persistent, stubborn, and unwilling to give in, just to resist.

There are many desolate slaves who have died, and the life recorder in the city is jumping with bright red names at a rapid speed, they are all dead desolate slaves, there are desolate slaves in the Divine Heaven Realm, there are desolate slaves in the Wang Heavenly Realm, there are desolate slaves in the Heavenly Mirror, and more are ordinary desolate slaves.

They are defined as conscious death, not as sleepy as vegetative people, and it is possible for vegetative people to wake up, and they will never wake up again.

Every desert slave has a different encounter in that virtual spiritual world, some people were once friends, but they have become enemies without knowing it; Some people are obviously of the same sex in the outside world, but here they love and union; I don't know if it's in a dream or a dream.

The immortal is also uncomfortable, the battle of thinking is on both sides, he is trying his best to evolve a future for these desolate slaves, but these desolate slaves who do not know life and death, and are as humble as ants in his eyes, dare to resist, unwilling to admit his established destiny and future. Infinite variables are being created, and he is busy modifying one, suppressing one, deleting one, but soon more are born.

What is a variable? It's not a symbol, it's not a number, in the world, only thinking intelligent beings are variables. To be precise, intelligent beings are not necessarily variables, but only those who dare to translate their wisdom into practice and disturb and change the world in which they live are variables.

The explosive chain reaction brought about by a tiny variable is extremely terrifying, Bai Ye has already understood in the Blue Lotus World that the traverser and the reborn can all be variables, but some variables are assimilated by the world and become one, he travels through several world time and space, and changes the Condor, the Tang Dynasty, and the Blue Lotus, as the Demon Dragon of the War God Temple said back then, the walker disturbs the fate of the world encountered, I am afraid that it is related to the realm master!

The mental war between this Heavenly Sword Sect Sky Survey Immortal and tens of billions of desolate slaves is like someone creating a virtual game, thinking that he can control everything, and he will introduce many variables into it by his own death, but he finds that it is beyond his palm, and he keeps deleting the variables in it, but he finds that the game is getting more and more out of control, and someone wants to seize his authority.

The war of thought is intangible and substantial, but it is far more mysterious and difficult than a purely physical battle, like walking a tightrope at an altitude of 10,000 meters, and if you don't pay attention to it, you will really die, and there will be nothing left.

It's too big, the Heaven Survey Immortal of the Heavenly Machine Sword Sect has tasted the bitter fruit, but it can't get out, in the invisible place, one by one the desolate slaves have perished, not only ordinary desolate slaves, Heavenly Realm desolate slaves, but also Wang Tianjing and Shentian Realm desolate slaves.

"Boom!"

Blood-colored lightning swept through the void, blood-colored thunderclouds gathered over the Western Desert, thunder was like blood, the sky was dark and low, and the end was coming, as if the sky was lamenting. The earth cracked, and fountains of blood poured out of the earth, weeping as the earth.

The blood-colored wind and rain are drifting, the heavens and the earth are crying blood, and there are immortals!

One hundred and eight cities, tens of billions of desolate slaves, there are still life fluctuations, only a few thousand, the three thousand gods of the heavenly realm have fallen more than two thousand, the four hundred thousand Wang Heavenly realm only a thousand people remain, and the tens of billions of ordinary desolate slaves are the worst, extinct to just over a hundred.

"Ahh

A heart-rending scream, I can't describe what kind of pain it was, a primordial god light and shadow erupted in the blood-colored thunder, the body of the primordial god was like a broken rag doll, if a piece of porcelain was smashed to pieces, it was cracked.

After all, the porcelain was still broken, and in the midst of the battle, tens of billions of desolate slaves died and were almost wiped out, and in the end, several Desolate Slaves of the Divine Heaven Realm broke through the blockade of the will of the immortals and found themselves, ending this terrible war.

The immortal absorbed too much of the consciousness and thinking of the desolate slaves, but failed to suppress it, but lost himself in the vast sea of memory.

Who knows the big dream, who knows that I am me?

Blood rain pours, the sky is sad, a fairy, falls!

In the distance, palaces are clustered, mountain peaks are continuous, and a towering mountain range stands like a sword, surrounded by a sea of stars and clouds, as if it rises and falls. In an ancient and atmospheric palace, there are many lamps and candles, which illuminate the whole palace very clearly.

These lamps and candles are all the light of the primordial spirit, which entrusts the true spiritual consciousness, however, one of the lamps suddenly erupted, and the light emitted suppressed all the surrounding lamps, and then went out in an instant, and even a small puppet in the lamp burned rapidly and turned into ashes. (To be continued.) )