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'Whoosh ......'

A limited-edition space-time shuttle that begins with the word "emperor" suddenly appears, its ruggedness with elegant hooks, and its dark black with its own starry sky rotating background, making it the only focal point of this starry shuttle mooring area. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

With the A-66 superstring impact box created by the master-level 'Luban Superstring Impact Studio' for ten years, this space-time shuttle has the powerful power to jump interstellar for a hundred years without docking, and can break the plane barrier and go to the other world.

It is also extremely mobile, completely canceling out the basic physical system, and the order is forbidden!

The A-66 superstring impact box has even topped the annual 'Empire's Top Technology Ranking', and the value of this shuttle is self-evident.

A middle-aged man in a white suit with a shiny head of small leather shoes stepped off the shuttle and stepped on a transparent 'cosmic elevator' in the starry sky.

On the other side of the elevator, a huge planet far larger than ordinary stars is majestic and majestic, blue in color, and rotates unchanging for eternity.

This is a rare planet of life in the sea of stars, and it is also the location of the Central Empire's 'Dimensional Thorn Star Agency'.

Being in a corner of the starry sky, supervising the heavens, silently guarding the order of the dimension thousands of years away.

"Master Hu, the thirty-seven tracking targets have been peeled back and thirty-five have been investigated, and the remaining two are still under investigation."

A handsome man with a copywriter in his hand and a face like a jade crown had been waiting in the starry sky for a long time, and at this time handed over a document with a red steel seal: Top Secret!

Master Hu took the document, and there were ten lines at a glance, and in his eyes, there was the rotation and evolution of a nebula.

"What's going on with Shadow Star 58? I want all the data! ”

Master Hu pointed to a code name, frowned slightly, and kept walking, following the cosmic elevator into the blue planet.

The handsome man nodded, stood behind him, and transferred the agency information database for him.

Then, a piece of top-secret information was not transferred to other devices, and appeared directly in Master Hu's mind, eliminating the possibility of leakage-

One hundred and eighty-one days, before 5:10 a.m., the 'Lookout' dimensional monitor, which is responsible for monitoring the one-dimensional cone, sent out a signal to monitor a set of peculiar data.

One hundred and thirty-two days, 9:37 a.m., the data came again, and the simulation found that the 'base green' micro-string boundary was broken and increased.

……

The earlier the time of the information, the more serious the description of the broken 'base green' micro-string realm became, and the latest day, it was actually a day ago, and the micro-string realm was even more ......

Completely shattered!

Master Hu's brows furrowed even tighter.

After a completely sealed and dust-free inspection passage, he came to a building with a strong sense of science and technology, the building was ninety-nine stories high, surrounded by moon-white metal, and the whole body emitted a strong magnetic field, making all detection devices fail and disappear into the incomparable sea of stars.

After being connected to the building identification system, he appeared on the highest floor of the building.

"Recently, which emperor has been quietly thinking and descending to a low latitude?"

When Mr. Hu walked into the office, he saw that the decoration in the office was extremely retro, with lap chairs, screens, and tea utensils, all of which looked full of style.

"Nope."

The handsome man's concise answer made Master Hu's fingers unconsciously and slowly tap on the small leaf rosewood table.

"So that's what kind of mystery is it for......

Master Hu was slightly distracted from this matter, and was busy browsing through the top secret documents on paper, and the century-old fountain pen was made by him to rattle.

Paper, in this era of technology, represents uniqueness and safety.

"We've been in contact with the people over there, and the Tinder Mysteries that aren't recorded are in line with the characteristics of the 'Broken Dimension', and those Sons of the Mystery have missions on their bodies, not their people."

The handsome man was quick and quickly figured out what Master Hu meant.

"Oh?"

Master Hu raised a trace of interest again, his wrist paused, the pen blade remained at the end of the word, and the ink marks seeped out slightly.

"Wild Tinder? I didn't expect those arrogant idiots who have always prided themselves as children of destiny to make such mistakes? Yes...... It's interesting. ”

Master Hu showed mockery on his face, and his eyes were even more faintly cold.

The handsome man turned a deaf ear to Lord Hu's foul language, and continued: "Judging from the information currently available, these mysteries have the characteristics of 'broken dimension' and 'spiritual concretization', and should be between the fourth and fifth mysteries. ”

"Hmmm......"

Master Hu replied nonchalantly: "Are any of our people on that 'base green' cone?" ”

The handsome man replied, "No." But on the cone of his shattered target, 'Kilan', there are two of our reserve members. ”

"Tell them, go to the gap, well, deal with it according to the Central Dimensional Control Decree, and finally give the to-do list to it."

'Boom ......'

Hu Daren's regular script skills are quite thick, every stroke has charm, strong as a root, and the words are like a mountain to sign his name in the document mountain - Hu Jun Mountain.

See words, such as people.

When the handsome man heard this, his face hesitated, and he said tentatively: "In this way, the face over there is not very good-looking......

Suddenly, as soon as the pen stopped, Hu Junshan raised his head and looked straight at the handsome man, his eyes were calm, and Gu Tan was not surprised.

Under Hu Junshan's gaze, the handsome man who was in the outside world and had spread his great name in countless star fields was pale, his back was wet with cold sweat, and he said in a panic: "I know, I'll do it." ”

After receiving the signed documents, the handsome man left in a hurry, and Hu Junshan instantly forgot about the Thorn Star No. 58 and the beating of the handsome man, but his mind moved to other things-

"Frankenstein: Twilight? I hope you don't fail, otherwise...... The sky is about to change. ”

…………

"Twin spears fly!"

Sikong pinched two spider spears, left and right like fighting each other, each other as horns, complementing each other, from the encirclement of hundreds of large ghost-faced spiders, and then turned around, the spider spear in his hand came out of the string, and passed through seven or eight large-celled grimace spiders before nailing to the wall.

"Walk like a dragon!"

Dozens of large ghost-faced spiders fell into a rage, spitting out spider silk that covered the sky and the earth and contained huge stickiness, but Sikong seemed to be walking on the ground, moving up and down, leaving only a shallow footprint on the ground, like the footprints of a swimming dragon, and then avoided it.

"Crazy Demon Chasing the Wind!"

Sikong wanted to retreat, but saw that outside the nest, several ghost-faced spiders who returned late found themselves, their fangs exposed, and Sensen spider's legs stabbed at him. Sikong didn't stop, his body arched, and then he bounced out, lifted a bone knife from his waist, danced the shining star track of the six-pointed star, and chased the wind.

Sikong left the lair and looked at the sand and dust that was accumulating in the sky, and a blood-red millstone stretched across the sky.

'Plop ......'

Behind him, the grimace spiders turned into pieces of flesh that were evenly distributed, and the blades were smooth and bloodless, scattered all over the ground. Frightened the large Grimace Spider who rushed in.

Inserting the bone knife back into his waist again, with the help of pillars of light falling from the sky, Sikong walked in a familiar direction in the dim sky.

The cold wind blew, messing up Sikong's thick eyelashes, but it couldn't impose a little cold on him.

On Sikong's head, a shallow layer of hair grew from the fine black pores, like a novice who had not been scarred and had not been burned.

It's been more than half a year, and it's been more than half a year since Sikong came to this desolate star.

Compared to the thin boy when he first came to the Desert Star, Sikong has almost changed drastically now.

Half a head taller, no less tall than an ordinary person, he is over eighteen, and he has reached the age of marrying a wife and having children in his homeland.

Although the bare upper body has been highly exercised, due to the lack of sunlight, it is ivory white, and the lines of muscles and bones are not exaggerated, but it is the scale that is most in line with Sikong's body type.

A shallow stubble grew on the side of his mouth, and on top of the stubble, an ordinary face.

However, the eyes that are black and painty, but have a bewitching blood plum petals, are particularly eye-catching, as if they are going to capture people's hearts and make people unconsciously immersed in them.

"The master of the Tao covers the heavens and the earth, outlines the four directions, and has eight extremes, unreachable, unfathomable, enveloping the heavens and the earth, and bestowing the invisible ......"

"The supreme and profound subtle Dharma, millions of calamities have been encountered, I have seen and heard it today, and I am willing to understand the true righteousness ......."

Along the way, he sang and sang, shook his head and shook his head, but there was still blood on his hands and feet, just like a fledgling cold window student.

The wind swept in, and the smoke and dust billowed behind Sikong, blurring Sikong's back in the opening verse of the poem.

Outside the sky, three lone stars twinkled.

It is no wonder that Sikong is like this, since he noticed that there was something wrong with his mentality, especially one night, he woke up from his distraction, and found himself talking to himself to the shadow on the wall, and after chattering for half the night, he meditated and came up with this method.

Reciting classical scriptures orally, intoxicated by the style of poetry and writing.

I don't know if the problem of 'entering the devil' has been solved, but in those hometowns, the poems that are about to be forgotten have been remembered by him, and they are also harvested.

Back in the familiar underground lair, take out the three-dimensional storage box, and your heart sank.

I saw that most of the storage boxes were empty, and there were two high-grade nutrient solutions and two medium-grade nutrient solutions.

The others have been consumed by Sikong's high-intensity cultivation for half a year, leaving a large handful of empty bottles.

Consumption, is amazing.

But the harvest is no less amazing.

Fly with two spears, Dacheng!

Messy cloak knife technique, Dacheng!

You Long Lifting Longitudinal Technique, Dacheng!

And the hundred explosions of boxing, it has reached a realm of inconclusivity, like returning to the basics, from a hundred explosions gradually decreased, to now, a set of punching methods, only eighty-one explosions.

And the exertion of power is almost ...... Ten percent!

Three forces in one, one punch, almost ten percent of the strength of the punch, I'm afraid even a wall can be penetrated!

But, the most noteworthy ......

Sikong sat on the ground, abandoning his distracting thoughts, imagining in his heart that a furnace was burning.

Suddenly, he came to the 'One-Dimensional Cone Boundary'.

Breaking through a dimensional gap, he came to another one-dimensional micro-string, and it was no longer a green micro-string, but blue!

It seems that for Sikong, every kind of Dacheng's martial arts will feed back the will of martial arts, even if the consciousness is different, there is the freedom of the dragon, the madness of the cloak, and the indomitable flying of the two spears, but the fusion of them makes Sikong's spiritual power exceed his original level, and it has achieved an extremely obvious increase!

It's a pity that there is no instrument to detect it, and I don't know the specific increase in spiritual power.

In this way, Sikong broke the barrier between the one-dimensional cones and came to another microstring energy realm.

Hunger reappeared, and the gene chain in Sikong's body was like a flower thief who had been abstinent for a hundred years, sending out a strong desire, salivating over the beautiful and edible blue strings, and eager to tear them...... Swallow it alive.

Gene chain repair bottleneck, breakthrough!

The power hidden in the depths of Sikong's body also surged out with the gradually repaired gene chain.

Today is different from the past, and now Sikong is serious, and even he is afraid!