"Boom!"

The figure flew upside down.

The original indifferent face of the Shura God showed a look of disappointment.

"The vanguard of the Extraterritorial Heavenly Demons, that's it?"

Jian Ming didn't speak, and turned his sword back towards the Shura God.

Looking at the blood sword that only defended, the Shura God became more and more disappointed.

"So, why are you holding this sword?"

Jian Ming still didn't reply, just silent.

As silent as those black-armored guards, it was as if she had reverted back to her mechanical soul guide form.

The god Shura didn't say much, and while dealing with the sound of the sword casually, he set his eyes on another battlefield.

- Crushing the battlefield.

The task of their gods is not to wash Douluo Star again, but just to press this resurrected Ming Empire back to the grave and return history to the right.

"An overly easy task." This is what the god Shura said.

He hadn't seen the Ming Empire, and he hadn't inherited the Shura throne when it fell.

But he estimated that the Ming Empire was not very strong, because according to the gods, the Ming Empire would fall after a first-level god descended to the lower realm.

Then this rebuilt Ming Empire is estimated to be not much stronger.

- Except for them, the strange founder, who really needs a god-king nether to solve.

But it doesn't bother much, he just goes to the lower realm alone.

But the feeling given to him in the dark was that he still brought down everything that the entire divine realm could bring down.

It seems like there will be a change?

He really can't stand the so-called creator god, he is expecting change.

But right now, this person has disappointed him.

In this lost land, he saw people who shouldn't have been.

- He knows that the blood sword turned to ashes, according to the so-called creation god, this is because the Shura god of another time and space has been killed by the extraterritorial heavenly demons.

Although the Shura God always felt that this was not the case, especially after seeing this person who called himself Jian Ming, this feeling became even stronger.

But whether the other one was killed, or some other reason caused the weapon to fall into the hands of others, he Shura God didn't really care.

He just wanted this person to be strong enough to cause change.

The gaze of the god Shura became deeper and deeper, and it became more and more fierce.

When he finally put away his contempt completely and threw himself into the fight.

The sword's movements slowed down, and the defenses became weaker.

"Is that all?!" The Shura God's voice became more and more stern.

"Show your momentum, standing in front of you is a man who wants you to die!"

The roar of the Shura god was deafening, but the expression of the sword did not change in the slightest.

She was still so cold, so stiff.

Her attacks were getting weaker and weaker, and she couldn't even swing a few sword rays.

The look of disappointment between the eyebrows of the Shura God became heavier and heavier.

"If that's all you have, then you're sorry."

The sword was already raised high.

But the sword did not fall for a long time.

The god Shura turned his head.

- Change has taken place.

Under the leadership of the god of wisdom and the god of dreams, the newly established Ming Empire did not have much resistance.

People have long been scattered; The soul beasts have long since returned to their respective homes, and they don't seem to want to get involved in the matter of the divine war.

It is very understandable that not long after the fall of the Ming Empire, it was for the divine realm and for Jianming.

But for the entire Douluo Xing, the Ming Empire was also a country thousands of years ago, and their reflection of the Ming was only derived from legends.

——From the legends of the survivors after the fall of the Ming Empire.

Those who really have bones and the idea of inheriting the title of the Ming Empire have long since died under the care of the gods.

Not to mention soul beasts, a bunch of waste and cowards.

- Wherever they go, they are all counting on the Silver Dragon King's injury repair to lead them to rise.

At least that's what the god Shura sees.

So on the battlefield, there was actually only the group of soul guide humanoids who weren't even humans, and the original capital of the group of sword sounds.

There was nothing commendable about such a group of scrap iron, and a third-level god would be enough to completely dismantle it.

- even if there are many of them, even if they have been promoted by the sound of the sword.

The reality is the same, the pile of scrap metal has long been the last one left to stand on the battlefield in a daze.

- Maybe it's boring, or maybe it's too lazy to dismantle a scrap metal that seems to have a problem. The gods didn't make a move on him, but just spent a lot of time watching the battlefield belonging to the god Shura.

However, the god Shura keenly felt that it seemed that a change was coming.

"The following begins to provide operational intelligence:

"One: The creature named 'God' defeated a total of 158,429,756 bodies in two minutes and thirty-one seconds, and the energy level cannot be calculated;

"Two: Commander 'Jianming' is at a disadvantage in the battle with an individual named 'Shura God', and the specific gap and defeat time cannot be provided because the energy levels of both sides are much higher than the limit of instrument observation;

"Three: The first 'emperor' in the command sequence has disappeared, so the command authority has been transferred to the new command unit 'Jianming'......"

The sound of a mechanical announcement came from the mouth of the only remaining humanoid.

It's not big, and there are no emotional fluctuations.

But it is like thunder, like a flash crash, like the end of the world.

"Stop him! Tear him down! ”

The shouts of the god of wisdom rang out suddenly, and the countenance that had previously seemed to see everything was full of horror.

All the gods realized something, and the aura of danger began to fill the heavens and the earth.

But it was too late, and all the attacks landed on the unknown barrier, and did not cause any damage to the black armor inside.

"To sum up, individual 'Combat Humanoid 638870' recommends abandoning the second, third, fourth, and fifth combat plans, as the chance of victory is zero.

"It is recommended that the commander 'Sword Ring' activate the final plan, and the chance of victory is not zero."

The black armor's glowing red eyes looked at Jian Ming, as if waiting for her decision.

There was no answer.

A smile began to appear on the face of the god Shura, and he finally realized something.

- It turns out that the person in front of you is not complete, or is it not the essence?

It's not right, it's the essence, but it's just using more divine power in other places.

The God of Wisdom and other gods who had been watching the battle were frantically trying to break the unknown barrier.

"We are unintentional machines, just props, we will only be loyal to orders and put into practice machines, there is no life and no death, please order."

The black armor's voice rang out again, and he seemed to blame some other reason for the momentary pause.

Enable the final plan.

Jian Ming finally spoke, but in the tone of his voice, he still couldn't hear any joy or sorrow.

Suddenly it was dark.

Fragmented and scattered, mechanical remnants began to coalesce, eventually forming a black sphere that enveloped the entire battlefield.

God, began madness.

Crazy in the sense of description, but also crazy in the actual sense.

- except for a red-haired god with a sword.

But looking at the painful look on his face, he couldn't bear it anymore.

After all, he believes in God, perhaps because he kills too many people, he is very used to facing resentment, which is similar to the turbulence of thoughts, but the two cannot be compared after all.

"Can you tell me what you did?" The god Shura put down the sword that had been held for a long time.

He was curious.

- The Ming Empire in this world is a little weaker, resulting in the so-called God Realm not seeing certain means.

"In my world, it's called a thought bomb, resentment, curses, and crankiness......

"Anyway, it's right to stuff all the thoughts of living beings into it.

"In the words of your so-called extraterritorial heavenly demons - a group of so-called gods who do not cultivate their minds and do not cultivate their own paths, they have no resistance at all in the face of this kind of Dao-like attack."

Jian Ming raised his sword.

"No, it doesn't matter what the means are. I wonder, why do you have this desperate thought? ”

It's really gambling, it's fighting for your life.

The god of plan Shura can probably guess at a glance now - the kid named Jianming in front of him has divided most of his strength to guide and condense the so-called thought bombs, and these split mechanical figures are responsible for besieging the crazy gods.

- What if the god Shura himself went all out as soon as he came up? The sound of the sword belongs to death.

"Not for your life, because you can't be a puppet of the so-called creator god."

Jianming's voice was soft, and of course she trusted this person.

- This person who gave life to himself and is considered his own master.

A sudden look flashed on the face of the Shura God, and he said, well, this blood sword is strange.

"The second question, the same God, the same divine power, why can you get in touch with the so-called mind?"

This is an obvious thing, no matter how sentient beings think, it is inevitable that Jianming will come into contact with it by himself, but why can Jianming still be normal?

"Because this is the way you gave me on another plane.

"The path of killing gods without being affected by sentient beings." Jian Ming lowered his eyes.

The Shura God also showed a relieved look on his face. Immediately after, he raised his sword.

"Then let me verify my future path.

"It just so happens that we're in about the same shape now."

One has divided most of the power, and the other has almost stepped into the end of the other crazy gods, which is indeed about the same.

The two began to concentrate.

The sword is out, and the shadow follows; The sword is divided, and the victory or defeat is out.

It's just a sword.

Because there is not so much time.

"Very good." The god Shura turned his head.

He won.

Jian Ming touched the blood on his neck, but he also kept his hand.

"Let me tell you one thing, the so-called creator God is false.

"I don't know what it is, but it definitely has nothing to do with the real creator."

The god Shura threw away his sword and sat cross-legged on the ground.

"And what you're going to do is change history, right?"

It's easy to guess that their god realm wants to protect the so-called correct history, and the opposite side must change history.

Jianming stood and nodded.

"Alright, give me control of this ball."

The god Shura looked at the gods who were attacking indiscriminately within the sphere.

"You...... Want...... Treachery...... God the Father?! A trembling questioning voice sounded, undoubtedly questioning the Shura God.

"It's your business!" The god Shura waved his hand, and the blood sword thrown on the ground flew towards the god of dreams, who had turned into an unknown monster.

"What are you going to do?" Jian Ming asked seriously.

"Give it to me." The god Shura's face was full of impatience and he stretched out his hand.

"What the hell are you going to do?" Jian Ming asked again, and at the same time the invisible fluctuations had shifted.

The condensed orb opened a gap, and the sword flew upside down. The black mechanical sphere rushed into the void, with soaring flames.

- It was the flame that melted all the gods in the sphere.

Faintly, I heard the voice of the god Shura.

"Changing history? What could change history more than directly destroying the divine realm?! ”

Jian Ming looked up at the sky, what should he say?

She didn't know either.

Eventually, she leaned against a large tree.

"Sure enough, it's still easy to understand mechanically, but it's too difficult for people to understand."

She looked at the head beside her that had been left behind since the orb had been constructed.

- The head of the Black Armorer.

"Incomprehensible." The black armor was no longer silent, and the mechanical sound sounded, apparently still running.

"If you can also have death, birth, old age, sickness and death, you will understand.

"I used to be of the same kind."

"Incomprehensible."

"To put it simply, it would be nice if you were human."

"Incomprehensible."

……

Saving the world is not an easy job.

On the way to the Tower of Babel, there are many enemies.

"Third brother, go ahead!"

Oscar Ning Rongrong and his wife looked at the two people standing in front of them with serious faces.

- Another Oscar, as well as Ning Rongrong's brother Ning Sa.

Should it be said that it is a bad taste? Or what?

Tang San nodded hesitantly, now that there is the Creation God as the backstage, they can theoretically be resurrected casually, and they don't need the Oscars and his wife to brush up the resurrection.

- In other words, superfluous.

So the remaining five monsters got past the people who got in their way and continued to run towards the Tower of Babel.

"I applied for it myself."

Suddenly, Jaynes, who was standing opposite him with a sword, spoke.

Oscar was stunned.

"You don't think it's really hard to guess the logic of your thinking, do you?" Jaynes lowered his body slightly, and took a stance.

"The third brother must have his deep meaning in doing this." The sausage appeared in Oscar's hand.

"Tsk, you know why I applied to come here, right?" Jaynes' face was full of disgust.

"I don't know." treats another self, Oscar is still more sincere. "It's you, why are you still aiding the abuse?"

In fact, he wanted to ask why he betrayed his brother and betrayed Shrek.

But after thinking about it, he still didn't ask, after all, he still had his own experience in this world in his mind, and he admitted that it really didn't seem to have any good choice.

"Aren't you disgusting because you're blowing at a retard?!"

The voice suddenly became louder, and the sword slashed at the trident.

"I can choose one, I'm just an auxiliary soul master!" Oscar pouted. "With Tang San's temperament, as well as the entire Shrek environment, can I live without blowing him?"

】

Jaynes was stunned, it seems that he in the other world is not stupid.

Ning Rongrong, who was on the side, looked at Oscar in disbelief.

"Xiao Ao, you?" The support forgot to add Oscar.

"Cut, how many years have you been a husband and wife, don't tell me you still don't know what kind of virtue Tang San is, what kind of garbage?"

Ning Rongrong was silent.

Indeed, before becoming a god, Dai Boss was the boss, and after becoming a god, Mu Bai was treated more than one by Dai Mubai.

"So, still fighting?" Ning Sa's cold voice came.

It's really cold.

"Why don't you fight, there can be two Oscars in the same world, and two Ning Rongrong can't succeed?" Jaynes' sword continued to slash upward.

"yes, I don't have a choice." Oscar shrugged.