Cells become life through division, and the meaning of life is survival. When life has wisdom, its meaning changes, wisdom gives more meaning, and different meanings become civilization through interweaving.

In every ancient civilization, there is a group of tall men, who are always in the most dangerous areas. Someone once said that people in that profession, they burned the mission into their souls.

At that time, Luo Chuan would not make any evaluation, nor would he have any psychological touch. When he saw the sweeping torrent, Luo Chuan knew that this was an indisputable fact.

The light of death in the fisherman's hand no longer condensed, and it was concentrating on the torrent. The light that emanates from its body turns into an incomprehensible structure that resists it completely.

This structure is like a red-hot soldering iron, constantly detonating the phantom in the torrent.

There was no sound of cracking, but Luo Chuan could seem to hear a high war song. The song has no name and cannot be sung with the mouth, it can only rise in the heart at a certain moment. It is the most beautiful and splendid, the most passionate rhythm. Once it is played, it will lead those who feel it to move forward.

Luo Chuan's eyes changed, and he no longer became a victim of gains and losses. He struggled to get up from the ground, the wilting cells activated, and the energy flow in his mind space was squeezed again. "I still have a trick."

Luo Chuan's change caught the fisherman's attention, and even if it was shocked, it still had some strength. The red wings on its back shimmer red. The red mangs float in the air, with infinite murderous energy, galloping and leaping.

Luo Chuan's palm hovered in front of the red mang without any prelude, and the red mang waved away. As soon as he raised his eyes, the fisherman Mougins changed color.

Just as the fisherman was preparing for a second attack, the structure in front of it to block the torrent collapsed without any prelude, and its body hovered above it as if it were frozen frame.

Immediately after that, a naked man whose whole body was stained red with blood suddenly pounced into the air. In a leap, his body turned gray, and when he was stained with the fisherman's body, the gray quickly rendered. After rendering, Lin Hu fell from mid-air with a smile.

The place where Lin Hu fell was not far from Luo Chuan, and Luo Chuan could clearly see that after landing on the ground, he stood with his chest up, and his body was unusually tall in the sun. As the breeze rose, it took away the gray from his body and his tall body at the same time. A man, turned to ashes in the wind. He finally got his wish and became the tall man he wanted to be the most, and this body will be imprinted in Luo Chuan's heart forever.

There is also the phrase that remains, "There must always be good people in the world." ”

The feeling was taken away by the sound of gunshots, "Da da da." The ground firepower was opened, and Chen Feng led a team of soldiers, rushing towards Luo Chuan on one side and shooting wildly into the sky on the other.

In the direction where Chen Feng and the others came, Li Moshui stood alone above the highest command vehicle. Her white hair fluttered, like a fairy coming to the world. Her abilities have increased again, from her previous indiscriminate attacks to her current targeted attacks.

The fisherman's body was shattered by the guns, and the phantom torrent turned into moths to fight the fire. The fisherman, who has lost its instincts, has also lost its own defenses, and it can only watch as these weak and incomparably weak phantoms annihilate each other with its 'essence'.

But the fisherman's light is so great that this little phantom can't annihilate it much. At this moment, in the base, rays flew. The center of focus coincided with the fisherman's light cluster, and the annihilated energy caused the surrounding air to rise by ten degrees.

This is an all-round blow, and it is also the most perfect design that Zhao Weiguo can think of in a short period of time.

In front of the supercomputer, Zhao Weiguo's fingers swam, this was a rare opportunity, his blow was not over. In space, a quantum satellite shoots flames and changes orbit according to instructions from the ground. The orbit change is completed, the galvanometer changes direction, and the energy of the laser beam emitted scalds the satellite launcher, this time not to transmit information, but to turn into a sword of the sky.

The beam pierced through the atmosphere and fell onto the fisherman's light, causing ripples.

Luo Chuan's mind was shocked, and he broke the knife in his hand and struck at the sky. This sword, unlike the ancient jade combat technique, is simple and unpretentious, and the bright energy on it does not have any characteristics, it retains the most primitive state.

Length, width, height, the trinity, plus the torrent of the soul of the impact. It's a four-dimensional all-round blow, and the fisherman should die.

Luo Chuan thought so, but the reality was not as good as he meant. The first problem is that the rays irradiated in the base, the operation of high loads, shine into a 'pot lid' and burn a large number of them, and the rays are getting weaker and weaker.

Next was Li Moshui, her already old face, with a large number of dead spots, and the helmet on her head that was originally suitable was unable to slip off.

Li Moshui is the key, she is the only person who can restrain the fisherman at the moment. Her change caused the light to change suddenly, and another round of red sun hung in the air, and the soul torrent that had been weakened to the extreme was annihilated in an instant.

It directly twisted the 'Sword of the Heavens' and slammed it down at the base. This split is not that simple, and the laser is strengthened countless times.

The ground beneath the base exploded like a bulging blister.

"Teacher." Luo Chuan's expression changed slightly.

"It's your turn right away." After doing all this, the fisherman's light gradually dimmed, and another perfect body stood in the sky, red wings, bright as blood.

The wings spread furiously, and countless red rays hovered, forming a red storm in the sky. It raised its hand and pointed, and the distant position turned into a human purgatory.

The whole piece is red, and I can't tell if it's blood or red.

"The slave clan is so weak that they dare to slaughter the gods."

Luo Chuan was furious, and he no longer had reservations. Even if the result of the last hole card was played that he couldn't bear it, his reason could no longer suppress his impulse.

"We've been slaves for a long time." Luo Chuan roared. Hands clasped together suddenly.

The soul in his mind turned into countless tenacious silk threads and filled up towards the fisherman's core, and at the moment of the second spin, Luo Chuan already understood, whether it was a fishing net or a fishing line. They are the same as the energy that makes up the soul.

The soul alone is not enough, but the soul source that supports the soul. The soul source Luo Chuan couldn't cut it, but he had Gu Yu, and Luo Chuan was crazy, and Gu Yu dutifully began to divide the soul source according to Luo Chuan's needs.

When he saw Luo Chuan's movements, the fisherman's red storm suddenly stopped. It exclaimed, "Do you know what you're doing?" ”

Luo Chuan's eyes were blood-red, and he responded. "Kill you."

The soul source silk threads were connected, Luo Chuan moved, and the two silk threads were like two links, directly bringing Luo Chuan up. He obviously has no sword in his hand, but he holds it empty.

However, his grip made the fisherman's expression change. The thing in Luo Chuan's hand turned out to be a soul source.

"This goes against the norm, with such a weak source of yours, when it is injured, what kind of exorcism do you take, and what kind of exercise body do you take?"

The fisherman is right, he knows the source far better than he does. But it didn't know that the former meat ball monster had completed self-cutting. It is also used as an explosive object, one injures the enemy, and the other hides himself.

Luo Chuan's use of the source is much more complicated than the meat ball monster. Of course, it is also painful, and now Luo Chuan will feel endless pain every second. In order to combat this pain, Luo Chuan handed over most of the necessary things to Gu Yu, who had already become one with himself. Like breathing, heart beating...

Of course, language is also included, but when he hears the fisherman's words, Luo Chuan is ready to forcibly endure the pain to regain his language ability. "I take the wrath of our people."