The dead night shrouded the way to the Gate of Truth, broken, unpopular, and completely out of life, and the sky overhead was covered with extremely oppressive black clouds, and after the sound of muffled thunder, bean-sized raindrops began to fall overhead. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He came back here.

The pouring rain of the night hit him mercilessly, but he moved forward step by step unconsciously, his shoes splashing on the waterlogged ground, and a group of black-clad men with gloomy faces gathered on both sides of the road, staring at him but not moving.

Looking around, the whole world has been invaded by the creator, he is blocked in the way, and the repair of the door of truth is unfolding, which is also the creator's time to take care of the small actions he has made in the main universe, because everything will start again.

"Welcome back!"

A loud voice drowned out the thunder in the distance, and out of the crowd came a strong man in black, and the lightning reflected the smile on his face.

He stopped, staring sharply at the other.

"How?" The creator looked around, "Do you like my transformation of your cozy nest?" I kind of like it. ”

"I'll take this last step." He said very calmly that the scenes of the past reappeared in his mind, but his emotional fluctuations had disappeared.

Anyan and Hassna are just a few memories left in the countless souls he fused, and sooner or later they will be forgotten little by little with the passage of time.

The creator sneered: "Looks like you're ready for a duel." ”

"I have nothing to lose." He spread his legs apart, clenched his fists, and his words were already resolute in his fearless death.

Left everything behind, now he only has one last battle left.

Whether it is success or failure, death or life, it can no longer affect him, he is only driven by the strongest thoughts of countless souls in his heart, and he represents everyone to chase the ultimate truth.

This has come to this, and nothing needs to be said again.

Both sides took steps at the same time, striding towards each other, their bodies crashing into the pouring rain, and their fists smashed into each other's faces.

With a loud explosion, the two figures flew in the opposite direction at a faster speed, smashing heavily on the ground, and the road below them broke inch by inch, and the ground was in shambles.

However, this did not affect their duel, and they jumped up at a faster speed and rushed towards each other again, punching and kicking, fist to flesh staged a battle in a rainy night.

His use of the power in this space has reached the level of essence, and the creator has invaded this world on a large scale, and the effect of the intersection of the two powerful forces is devastating.

Once again, the two fists collided, and the place where the fists hit actually produced a sonic boom, and the surrounding heavy rain was opened by the impact of the impact, and the rain suddenly stopped at that moment, and the glass of the surrounding buildings crackled into countless fragments.

The two people who flew out upside down jumped up again, straight into the sky, their fists still hitting each other's bodies, and the two flying people in the air came and went, and the speed had already produced a burst of afterimages.

Every competition of strength against power will play a louder sound than thunder on a rainy night, and the power that touches the limits of space will vaguely make space unstable.

In the center of the battle, buildings collapsed to varying degrees, and in the more marginal areas, the use of top-level forces also affected there, and the great earthquakes trembled beneath the feet.

The residents of the city and the onlookers looked at the sky and felt the surroundings with shocked faces, and the whole world was like a fragile glass that collapsed at the touch of a touch under the attack of the two people.

This battle was earth-shattering, and as the strength of both sides continued to increase, the whole world was affected, and it also vaguely touched the limit of what the world could bear.

This is already a duel at the level of the Creator.

The momentum of both sides was rising, the energy of the explosion was getting stronger and stronger, and after another round of simple and rough fist fighting, the ground under his feet had been unconsciously flattened, leaving behind fragments of the ground.

Looking up at the sky, a black figure was falling rapidly.

The creator stood in the void like a god, staring coldly at the falling opponent, and smashed a large crater on the ground at a super high speed that could only be matched by the detonation of a nuclear bomb.

The next moment the creator fell to the ground and strode towards his opponent who had fallen into the pit.

The rain rumbled down on him, and the power was exhausted making it difficult for him to move, and the creator's strength was indeed top-notch, even if the rules here suppressed him everywhere.

"The winner is decided." The Creator coldly announced, "You will be cleared, the affected world will be restored, and everything you have laid will be gone." ”

He looked up at the comer from above.

"Your existence," the creator sneered, shaking his index finger, "and there is no point. ”

"No!"

The quest of thousands of souls echoed in his brain, striking, roaring, almost driving him insane. They roared and snarled, forcing him to stand in front of the strong, impassable wall, the end just behind him, and hope drove his head to the blood.

He jumped up suddenly, threw himself in front of the creator, reached out and grabbed the other party's shoulder, slammed his head into it, and then opened his mouth and bit the other person's neck without hesitation, and a flame from countless souls burned in his body.

He saw through this scene, and all the answers could also be destroyed by him in this moment, and he fully comprehended it, the Creator's fist had bombarded him, the blade pierced his body, and the power from the Creator was trying to strip away his mind.

"Ahh

A beast-like roar came out of his mouth, unwilling, afraid, angry, pleading...... He tried to concentrate his mind on the simplest and most beautiful truths, the world he had created with his imagination, and he now needed to exert all its power.

He let go of his hands completely, letting the blow fall on him.

But the soul that should have been rotten was rekindled with flames, and all the creator could see from his eyes was a raging flame, and the speed of peeling was slowed down, and then reversed, devouring the laws of the world that were taking place, and which could be used, could no longer be stopped.

Panic, for the first time, appeared on the creator's face.

His body burned little by little, and one after another jumping flames were born, and the last moment had come! His flame spread along the creator's hand, spreading in all directions, and the managers looked down at their changes, unstoppable burning everywhere.

In the deepest place, the scenes in every memory of the past are shattered like mirrors, and those who have existed are hopes, joys, and pains...... He had felt, gained, and lost. Now, he no longer has the slightest attachment to all of this.

He's going to die here.

But he will also have eternal life on the other side.

"How is this possible?!"

The creator looked down at his burning hands, and he finally realized that in this independent space, there was still a power that could surpass him.

The flames burned it to ashes.

As soon as the wind blew, flying ash filled the entire sky.

The space had reached a tipping point of fragmentation, and the collapse was constantly occurring, with buildings collapsing in large areas, the ground rumbling and shaking, and the sky turning a doomsday blood.

Countless managers looked up at the sky, their expressions became shocked, and then looked back at the location of the original duel, the creator's projection in this time and space had disappeared, and they had failed.

A world on the verge of collapse is shattering.

The last energy condensed will break through the encirclement and run to the end of the road.

The door of truth that made his head bleed, that kind of indelible obsession, he broke through impossible obstacles one after another, and let him cross the insurmountable high wall.

A blinding light bloomed at the forefront, devouring everything he had like a whirlpool, and his footsteps could no longer stop, leaping towards the center of the whirlpool, and the light suddenly disappeared. (To be continued.) )