'Bang! ’

'Bang! ’

'Bang! ’

One by one, the clay pots were smashed open, and from time to time, the people of Xiai woke up from their slumber and continued to live forever. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

They were supposed to dominate the storm, continuing the flame of civilization in their eternal lives, and even in the face of extremely powerful cultivators, they were not afraid at all.

Because, whether it is a physical attack or a mental collision, they all have a natural advantage and are proud of the others.

However, they ran into Sikong.

The fetal fluid, which is extremely threatening to all living things, is not worth it in the face of the evil nature of the blood of Christ in Sikong's body, and can only surrender in sorrow.

The magnetic impact unique to electromagnetic organisms fell into Sikong's mind, and instead became a hammer inkstone for tempering the spiritual body, helping it to perfect the process from spiritual gasification to liquefaction.

Even the mecha at the core of the body was used by Sikong to paralyze his body, so that the blood of Christ could strengthen his body with maximum efficiency.

It seems to be a choice of fate, a reappearance of reincarnation.

80,000 years ago, an imperial civilization bloodily slaughtered the Xiai people, destroying the hope of eternal life of the Xiai civilization.

Eighty thousand years later, Sikong ate the Xiai people to death, squeezing out the value of the so-called eternal ones.

The head of the Xiai people was reduced to a puddle of worm placenta that had lost all its essence under Sikong's hands.

Sikong didn't have the slightest mercy like a virgin, after all, he and the Xiai people are two completely different creatures, and in terms of mentality, it is similar to humans slaughtering pigs and dogs, and in order to survive, they can only let them die.

The further back you go, the fewer urns that still remain. Sikong followed the high place of the cliff wall, surrounded by the place where the Weng jar was first found, and the cliff wall of more than 3,000 meters was chiseled.

Sikong fell on the mirror and looked up.

Perhaps 80,000 years ago, there were many more urns, each of which contained an experimental object.

However, due to the destruction of the empire, and after 80,000 years of vicissitudes of time, some experiments must have failed.

Today, there are only a handful of Xiai left.

But most of them have become the accumulated white bones on the road of Sikong cultivation, and the cornerstone of growth.

Body self-check!

Gene Chain Integrity: 79%

Gene strand enhancement type: unfortified

Self Strength: 12%

Spiritual value: 19 points

Physical condition: average, maintained at 80.3% peak strength

The test is incomplete, the data is for reference only, if you need medical support, please go to the nearest signal tower

Coordinates of the nearest signal tower - you are out of your normal position and cannot be contacted by the signal tower, please correct the geolocation

Sikong obviously felt the changes in his body, he could lift people's skulls with one breath, pierce through the belly of the mountain with one punch, cross mountains and mountains, fly eaves and walls, and fight bloody battles in the sky, but he was just waiting for leisure.

Every second, every breath, he is growing and getting stronger!

In the self-test data, the integrity and strength of the gene chain have increased well, while the spiritual domain value has dropped again and again, and now it is less than 20 points.

However, most of the spiritual power in Sikong's mind was condensed into small water droplets, deposited at the bottom of the sea of consciousness, like pearls and agate, shining and glittering, extremely brilliant.

Looking at the storage box in his hand, Sikong felt a little gloomy in his heart.

Although the Blood of Christ no longer provides energy to the body all the time, after all, there is the hidden danger of a 'mechanical cradle', and Sikong must eat every once in a while to make his digestive system fully functional.

Now, after a large amount of consumption by Sikong, there are only six high-calorie Yodo pills left.

As for fresh water, not even the Blood of Christ can do anything about it.

Two bags of 500 milliliters of fresh water, even if they are saved again and again, in the case of violent sweat and blood, most of them are consumed.

Sikong, it won't last long!

If it is so high-intensity, but inefficient in finding the urn, Sikong will only die before the terrifying change comes.

Sikong is not a fool who is blinded by greed, he decisively chose to sit and recuperate, and maintain his peak combat power as much as possible.

In this way, the ghost ship does not know the changes of the years, let alone the interpretation of the spring and autumn.

Until Yodomaru was about to be completely exhausted, and Tamsui was restrained by Sikong's strong willpower, only a hundred milliliters remained.

The mirror moves!

Sikong suddenly woke up, stood up in a panic, and saw that the mirror seemed to be gradually rising.

Sikong frowned and stared at his feet, and suddenly found that the soles of his shoes had disappeared out of thin air, and at the same time, he ......

Raising his foot, Sikong saw a sole appear in the mirror, and in an instant, it disappeared!

Seeing this, Sikong's scalp exploded in an instant, and he rushed up, directly on the cliff, and quickly climbed over!

He suddenly understood why there were faces on the mirror, and it was clear that the mirror had 'swallowed' all the stars!

Only the most proud, the most delicious faces are left.

"Woooooooooo......oo It's so dark here, I'm so cold, can you stay with me......"

"My hands, my feet, are gone, gone, but you, why are you still there!"

"I have eternal life! Haha, I'm immortal! Won't die, won't die......"

Bursts of miserable or greedy laughter came from under Sikong's feet.

I saw the faces on the mirror, and suddenly came to life.

Wandering inside the mirror, or the fear on the face prevailed, and at the moment frantically crashing into the mirror, bumping, but the mirror did not give birth to a single crack.

Or with a greedy face, struggling to burrow into the depths of the mirror, and smiling and immortal.

There is also a woman's face, looking at Sikong who was gradually caught up by the mirror with a miserable smile, and sobbed with tears: "You can't escape, you can't escape......"

At the end, the woman suddenly raised her voice, her eyes were full of resentment, and she screamed bitterly: "Come down! ! How can you escape! You don't deserve it! ”

Sikong listened to the sound in his ears, but he didn't look back, his hands were inserted into the cliff between the lightning and fire, and then he pulled upward, and his body rose a hundred meters like a flying fly.

But even so, the mirror rose faster and faster, swallowing all the cliffs, but leaving no traces, and quickly closing the distance between it and Sikong.

It's eyeing Sikong!

"Damn! What the hell is this! ”

Sikong held back his hatred, and if it was another offensive threat, even if he was defeated, he could still fight.

But in the face of today's weird mirror that wants to swallow people's stomachs, he has a thousand means, and he can't help it.

Without the soles of his shoes, Sikong's feet were worn out, and he stepped on the pitted and somewhat sharp cliff wall that had been chiseled by himself, dripping red blood.

Sikong's arms were numb from the hard rock wall, and his swift movements slowed down significantly.

The breath was heavy, with the smell of blood, and the clenched teeth were oozing blood.

The mirror, getting closer.

'Click! ’

Sikong plunged his fist into the cliff wall, only to hear a crisp cracking sound, and several urns rolled out, which were quickly swallowed by the mirror and disappeared.

'Bang bang bang! ’

Sikong rose rapidly, and after another crisp sound, an urn jar behind the rock wall was revealed.

It was not an empty urn, but a liquid dangling, and at the moment worm fetal fluid was flowing from the cracks in the tank.

Seeing this, Sikong directly took out the urn jar and threw it towards the mirror!

The Xiai man appeared, and when he saw the rising mirror, he danced in ecstasy, and without worry, he printed the mirror, and then ...... Passed through the mirror and fell into some unknown space behind the mirror!

Seeing this, Sikong shrank his pupils to the size of a pinpoint, and looked at the mirror less than a meter away from him.

Suddenly let go of your hands and fall straight into the mirror!