After all, the Black King's Fist of the Death Star is a probabilistic choice of the fate of everything, that is, the moment of the end, which essentially erases all possibilities and directly returns to the end of death. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

And the Saint's "short life, brilliant burning" is powerless to change this trend after being hit by the Death Star's Omenous Fist.

For the first time, his future was swallowed by the Fist of the Death Star, which was a conceptual devouring, and anyone who was hit by the Fist of the Death Star would die instantly, without exception.

So, there is no future for the saints.

However, the saints have a past.

No matter how powerful the Death Star's Omenous Fist is, it is only a guide to probability, and it can only erode from the future and then to the past.

For ordinary people, the past is a bygone time, but with the help of the skill of "Short Life, Brilliant Burning", the saint can call on the life that belongs to the past in his life cycle, and use it to continuously counteract the corrosive power of the Black King's Death Star Omenous Fist.

In other words, he constantly mobilizes his past to resist the power of erosion.

However, the power of the Death Star's Omenous Fist is too strong, and such a transfer is only a drop in the bucket, because you can only consume it, and it is impossible to stop this process, and the final return is naturally death.

I don't have much time left, and since I know that I am going to die, I have nothing to worry about.

The saint let out a roar that was the sound of the beast as it was dying.

Fierce, fierce, and furious, the golden-colored flames burned on the surface of his body, as if countless suns had coalesced together to perform nuclear fusion.

Every strand of his hair was glinting, and his eyes were out of focus, only the light sprinting out.

Even every molecule and atom that made up his body was skyrocketing into golden streamers, constantly dissipating into the void.

The saint turned into a blurred ball of light, as if a supernova collapsed and exploded, and the entire space was ignited with a large bomb, and under the impact of the dense flow of photons, even several powerhouses had to retreat.

And this is just the beginning, how strong will a strong person like the saint be when he intends to fight hard.

In an instant, the red sky was swallowed up, and the blood-colored sea disappeared.

No, this is just a façade, and several first-line powerhouses are not confused by this illusion.

Confused, they found themselves in a huge cosmic sea of stars, surrounded by countless planets, and all they could see were boundless constellations of death.

That's right, this is the conceptual battle body of the saints that evolved by themselves, that is, an evolved scripted world.

As soon as he thought about it, he devoured everything with his own body, moving hundreds of miles and thousands of miles of materials in, including the four Black Kings Victor, Xiulet, Feng Han, and Lu Ming.

"Saint, do you want to ......"

The Raven God also turned into a phantom and projected in, his body was still outside, it was just a clone.

"That's right! I want to finish my work in one battle, and this time I will definitely completely defeat the Black King, Xiulet, Feng Han, and Lu Ming. ”

"Kill!"

Violent power emerged from the end of the void, and all the matter in the entire cosmic space was expanding wildly.

The Saints operate their billions of years of life cycle to create the tidal drive of the dark energy of this scripted world.

This is an accelerated expansion, its speed has increased dozens of times hundreds of times in one breath and continues to flip up, this is the life cycle, that is, the skill of the front-line raiders "short life, brilliant burning" in exchange for the power of all.

This kind of universal power is close to the universal wishing machine, as long as the saint increases the burning cycle, at this time, the gravitational mechanism within the universe becomes weaker, the density of the universe also decreases, the expansion continues to accelerate, and the decay of dark energy further promotes this process.

The Great Tear officially began, and the four front-line powerhouses jointly felt that time and space were being pulled, matter was constantly decomposed by the pulling force, stars, planets, and satellites were pulled up like lines, and matter was completely distorted to the point of deformation.

This scene is terrifying, as if the cosmic starry sky has become a completely abstract and distorted picture.

"Don't let any of you try to escape, all of you will die here!"

The saint is really desperate, he is at the end of the great tear of the evolutionary universe, tearing all the first-line powerhouses into a subatomic state in this cosmic space.

This script world is an independent script, controlled by him alone, and he is also a powerful front-line raider.

As long as he does this, he can block all the entrances and exits of the place, so that these front-line powerhouses can't escape.

And such an independent script, all the power of the rules is at his disposal, no matter how powerful the first-line giants are, once they enter this time and space, they will lose their original power, and they will not be able to borrow from other places.

He can even deprive others of some extra strength.

He is going to blow himself up, and at the same time kill all the others in one go, that is, even if he dies, he will have to take a few backs.

The confrontation between the first-line giants rarely encounters such a tragic situation, and any first-line giant, even if they can't beat the opponent in the short term, has a way to escape the battle.

And the saint didn't think so, he wanted to block the other people's means of escape and kill all the first-line giants.

He is going to blow himself up, and everyone is going to bury him with him.

"Bastard! You dare to stop me?! ”

The Black King was swallowed up by this scripted world, and his face was also angry, and he felt that he was cut off from the outside world.

The limitations of this script world are very difficult to break, and ordinary first-line giants are fortunate to have the ability to enter the script world at will.

The script world is mostly a standalone mechanic, and even if it can be broken by itself, it will take a little time.

And within that time, the suicide attacks of the saints were enough to bury him with the universe.

The momentum of his whole body exploded several times, and his entire body once again turned into a groundbreaking giant, and at the same time, his fists smashed into the void with unparalleled power.

Boom Boom!

The next moment, countless fist shadows burst open, and the Black King squeezed his potential ability, constantly hitting the Death Star Omen Fist.

Each Death Star Omen Fist sends the entire universe a wail and scream of pain, and the distant stars are blown out by the winds of death, and the constellations are further dimmed.

The space is full of dense cracks, revealing a luster like black glass.

The breath of destruction annihilated everything, as if the universe could not hold it.

"Hahahaha! Useless Black King, I am using my first-line skill 'Short Life, Brilliant Burning' to sever all connections between time and space, and at the same time, I am also using this power to push the past up to block your Fist of Destruction, and the power of death on your fist cannot penetrate this 80 billion light-years universe at once, and it will take a long time to spread out. ”

The saints made frantic noises.

"You will accompany me and be torn to pieces by this script world!"