Looking at the liquid state of the silvery liquid that appeared on the ground and wriggled unconsciously, Song Ziyu's mind was all transparent in an instant.

Polymers weren't supposed to be a product of this era!

If you want to describe the power of technology, this kind of shock is equivalent to giving the chimpanzees who are still in the trees to hand out the drawings of the aircraft carrier, and then they accidentally build the aircraft carrier!

Is this kind of thing possible?

Is it possible?

Now everything makes sense!

The so-called polymers are just a gift of life in the future.

……

The battle in the sky continues.

The man in black with the knife is fighting to the death with the real dragon who is more than dozens of times larger than himself, this is really a dragon slaying warrior.

Because the spatial rift provided not much of a focusable perspective, the battle that Song Ziyu could see only showed about two or three percent of its full appearance.

But it was the sense of oppression and power displayed by these two or three percent that already frightened Song Ziyu.

This terrifying coercion is enough to bring about the effect of destroying the world!

Thinking of this, Song Ziyu didn't dare to slack off, and pulled Zhou Ning to retreat again and again.

But at this moment, a mutation occurred in the air!

The black-clothed swordsman who was originally in the midst of a fierce attack was suddenly hit by a sudden silver light, and half of his body shattered.

This sudden injury caught the black-clothed swordsman off guard, so he was hit hard.

At this moment, another figure appeared.

This figure composed of green ghostly light, with countless flowing "zeros" and "ones" can be seen on its body, which is the embodiment of data.

The fluid gradually stabilized, and the image of a man with a jade tree facing the wind appeared above the sky.

This man's clothes are fluttering, and he is in a trance, like an immortal.

The man wore a scarf and stepped on the purple cloud boots with a folding fan in his hand, and fell flutteringly on the real dragon, which saw the man, just like the screaming Teddy finally saw his master, and his arrogance became even more arrogant.

On the other hand, the black-clothed swordsman who was shattered with the upper half of his body shattered did not die because of this.

The swordsman's shattered flesh gradually began to reorganize.

Seeing this scene, Song Ziyu was not surprised.

Powerful human beings have probably escaped the shackles of life and become a different form, or a structure outside the name.

Without waiting for Song Ziyu to think too much, the body of the black-clothed swordsman had already returned to its original appearance, but at the level that Song Ziyu could not see, the black-clothed swordsman's body, which was originally very thick and like a substance, had a little bit of virtualization.

The degree of blurring is impossible to see clearly with the naked eye.

It is only at the micro level, or at the exponential level of the energy level, that it is possible to obtain an exact concept of change.

But the black-clothed swordsman and the man who folded the fan scarf knew.

……

"Lu Wangsun, you are injured."

The man in white looked at the black-clothed swordsman with an inexplicable smile on his face.

The black-clothed swordsman's face was tough, as cold as before, and when he heard this, he just said slowly: "Zhuo Erchen, you human traitor, don't you have any other abilities except for sneak attacks behind your back?" ”

"Lu Wangsun, no matter what you say, you can't change the fate of the end of time that will judge everything...... I am different from you, you know the destiny of heaven, and you have to resist stubbornly, but I know the destiny of heaven and know how to comply with it. Zhuo Erchen sneered: "Under Lord Panzu's calculations, thousands of planes will eventually come to a point, and only by restarting the source point can the chaotic timeline be ordered." ”

"You've taken the word of a human-made machine! It's ridiculous. The black-clothed swordsman Lu Wangsun shook the long knife in his hand, and then pointed at the white-clothed Xiushi Zhuo Erchen: "Don't talk nonsense, you can't kill me today, but I can kill you!" ”

The white-clothed Xiushi Zhuo Erchen said loudly: "Lu Wangsun, you have to see your fate clearly!" For this world, you and the rebels like you are actually the root cause of the collapse of this world, and you are like a virus that needs to be cleaned up. ”

"Then you will be the same, and you will not escape the fate of being purged in the end!" The black-clothed swordsman Lu Wangsun said coldly.

"What's the point of being cleansed? The world is too filthy and should have been cleaned long ago. ”

As the saying goes, don't speculate for more than half a sentence.

The communication between the two sides was fruitless, and they started directly again, this time killing it was a dark day!

To say that the strength of the black-clothed swordsman Lu Wangsun is really very strong, with one enemy and two enemies, he can actually suppress the liquid true dragon and the white-clothed Xiushi Zhuo Erchen can only defend.

But a battle of this level is obviously not something that can be separated for a while.

The two sides went back and forth, shattering the void in front of Song Ziyu.

At this moment, a big hand suddenly appeared above the sky!

That big hand looks withered, and it is a state that can only be found in drooping old age.

But this big hand that appears through time and space seems to have a suffocating oppressive force.

The big hand was like a cover, and it fell fiercely, grabbing the neck of the liquid true dragon that was doing rampant evil.

Snakes have seven inches, and so do real dragons!

The neck was choked, and most of the brute force of the true dragon was instantly abolished.

It's also mysterious!

The liquid true dragon that could have been able to change in no way, and the black-clothed swordsman Lu Wangsun could not be killed, did not even have the strength to struggle in front of this withered big hand.

It was just the blink of an eye, and this liquid true dragon was forcibly refined in the big hands.

"Ahh Immortal King, is that you? You're not dead? ”

When the white-clothed Xiushi Zhuo Erchen saw this scene, his face was panicked, and he didn't care about entangling with the black-clothed swordsman Lu Wangsun anymore, so he directly turned into a glimmer of light and disappeared here.

And the liquid true dragon that was left behind turned into a silver pill in the withered big hand.

The battle came to an abrupt end.

……

Song Ziyu looked at the sky with an incredible expression on his face.

Excited, delighted, trembling!

All kinds of emotions rushed to my heart.

"Immortal King!"

Song Ziyu roared loudly towards the sky.

Song Ziyu knew that the god enshrined in the Thousand Elephant Temple was probably here.

If you find him, you will be able to find your way back.

So Song Ziyu was unwilling to give up this opportunity.

I don't know where the courage came from!

Song Ziyu used all what he had learned in his life, exerted his mastery of spatial supernatural powers, and rushed towards the cracked spatial cracks!

However......

Things do not turn out the way you want......

When Song Ziyu tried to approach this shattered void, he found that everything was in vain.

Those images seemed to be in front of them, but maybe they were thousands of miles away, maybe they weren't in this time and space at all, maybe they didn't exist at all.

You can't overcome the obstacles of the dimension with your own efforts.

This made Song Ziyu feel a little desperate for no reason.