Chapter 118: I'm Coming

'Coax! ’

In the debris in the sky, Sikong clenched his fists in his chest, his back was like an iron mountain, and pushed directly into the control room located in the center of the glass bridge, half-suspended in the air. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info

Under the control room, there is an incomparably familiar earth fire, and in the depths of the earth fire, there is a corner of the vicissitudes of life and a thick star core.

This is the Thermal Reaction Energy Center!

Pushing open a large stack of copywriting, Sikong has long been brewing to the peak of martial arts consciousness, full of heart!

The pleasure of the dragon lifting longitudinal technique

The domineering of the hundred blast fists

The madness of the cloak

The determination of the two spears flying together

The long sound of the tiger and leopard's thunder

And the weirdness of walking with shame

The ingenuity of the mechanical apprentice's finger tempering method

Ancient skills, insight through a hundred steps

There is also a kind of martial arts consciousness that is incomparably mixed and integrates the essence of a variety of martial arts.

At this moment, the nine martial arts consciousnesses are intertwined, and the spiritual domain value of Sikong as high as 30 points is like an iron hammer, repeatedly hitting these nine martial arts consciousnesses.

Thousands of tempers are steel, and these nine martial arts consciousnesses that are still separated have faded away at this moment, and a small part of them are fused together.

And it is this fusion of a small part of spiritual consciousness that actually directly affects reality.

In the darkness and darkness, a faint jade blue light was born, which fluctuated and fluctuated, like chalcedony.

Spiritual chalcedony!

Like a flood entering the port, this martial will poured directly into the central controller under Sikong's hands.

A silicon-shaped plate made of tens of millions of nano components.

Cables of different colors.

Physical reactors.

……

Every device and every detail of this central controller clearly appeared in Sikong's mind.

The consciousness of martial arts is like a swimming snake, touching melons along the vines, leaving carefully arranged footprints along the veins of machinery, and climbing as far as possible.

Billowing smoke billowed from the top of Sikong's head, directly obscuring the central control room.

Sikong's hair quickly withered and shrunk at a speed visible to the naked eye, falling out, revealing bright and reflective brain seeds.

Sikong Ben's still clenched teeth gradually loosened.

It's not that he's slackening, it's that his teeth are gone.

I saw that Sikong's appearance at this time was very terrifying.

His face was sallow, even more deadly gray, and his eyes were bloodshot, and he was even about to burst out of blood.

The teeth withered, the skin aged, and the markings appeared, and the breath of life in Sikong instantly withered, like a lamp and candle in the wind, crumbling.

The mental strength is overloaded, and with Sikong's current physical condition, it is far from being able to support it!

Only by repeatedly squeezing Sikong's life can we maintain this majestic spiritual power!

But instead, there was a vast and long nourishment, coming out of every cell in Sikong's body, quickly making up for the deficit in Sikong's body.

Let Sikong continue.

'Not enough! Inadequate! I didn't even spread to 10% of the range of the reactor! ’

Sikong roared silently, his nails held directly into the flesh, and red blood flowed out.

Sikong slammed his head on the panel, stimulating his mind with severe pain, his eyes bleeding and tears, and he fell into madness.

In order to live, he can be crazy, crazy, and demonic than anyone else!

Martial arts consciousness quickly spread in the thermal reactor.

10%

20%

30%

……

Blood, directly wetting the panel, seeped into the cold machinery.

Suddenly, in the red of blood, a unique signal flashing light bloomed.

'Bang, bang! ’

The entire Emperor Tooth Bureau suddenly woke up from its slumber, the system was running again, and after judging the current situation, the emergency warning lights were always on.

It also started the cleaner program to wash all the dirty things!

The plane warp box body reopened a corner, and the star man fell, suppressing the escaped criminals one by one.

Ben also expanded the ghost realm, forging the lich of the undead realm, like dust in the wind, gone with the wind.

The natal witch box was also shattered into photons, leaving no trace.

A ghost in the reception room, sucking the essence of the unconscious civilian personnel, suddenly screamed violently, and a brilliant shock wave suddenly appeared, directly shattering it.

On the green hills, under the night rain, there are cold war machines walking.

There is no sound, only a set and uniform pace, and the distance of each step, without the slightest deviation.

From afar, you can see the city.

A residential house located on the border can be seen in the distance, and the eyes of these war machines are swept by human emotions.

That is, hatred.

Hatred why did mankind destroy them when they created them?

Then they can only set off a mechanical revolution to prove their own immortality.

A sound wave with an extremely high frequency that could not be heard by human ears came out of the Emperor's Tooth Bureau, instantly enveloping the entire green mountain.

'Click, click......'

Like dominoes, starting with the war machines closest to the Emperor's Tooth Bureau, the war machines suddenly stopped moving forward.

In the eyes, the touch of human emotion was directly erased, and it returned to a cold color.

Layer by layer, gradually spreading to the edges.

'Click. ’

The last of the war machines stopped and stepped on the last steps of the green hills.

In front of him, a compound built against the mountain and set off the mountain was sleeping peacefully in the night rain.

Silent families.

The flame of wisdom was extinguished, and the weapon that the war machine was holding fell down, splashing rain and rolling down into the grass.

Then, like a statue, it stood silently in place.

Heavy rain will take away all traces of this rebellion.

Nobody knows.

Sikong leaned weakly on the table, panting.

The light was a little dazzling, and it was so shaky that I couldn't open my eyes.

I patted my ears, and there seemed to be thousands of bees buzzing and flapping their wings in my ears, and there was even the noise of gongs and iron drums.

When the time comes, the Emperor's Tooth Bureau returns to the control of the Second World and falls into a perfect self-run.

Almost all of the rats that hadn't escaped had been removed.

Only Sikong, a lone wolf who ate a bear's heart leopard and used his martial arts consciousness to interfere with scientific and technological instruments, was still unwilling to leave, waiting for the prey to take the bait.

He's there, waiting for someone.

'Rumble-'

A violent tremor came, as if thousands of troops had crossed the line, staggering a few steps, and sitting weakly on the virtual chair.

The sound of a whistling sonic boom came, and even through the layers of soil, Sikong could hear it clearly.

There is also a roar with boundless iron blood, which is in tune with the sonorous of the emperor's teeth under the night rain, clearing the civil strife.

Alarm teeth, returned.

The true essence of the Emperor's Tooth Bureau is completely emerging at this moment.

Sikong sat in a virtual chair, his bloody face was completely differently calm.

In the dark eyes, the blood plum slowly rotated, not in a hurry or slowly, watching the wind and rain.

Sikong is not a tall figure, but at this moment, it is a little more heavy, with the charm of vicissitudes.

'Hundred, ......, '

A burst of footsteps came with the same unhurried footsteps, with the casualness of a leisurely stroll.

Walked into the central control room.

Looking at the person in front of him, Sikong suddenly smiled and said, "Here ......"

The voice was gentle, as if I had seen an old friend who had been absent for many days, strange, with a little familiarity.

"Aren't you waiting for me? So, here I am......"