The incident in Suiyuan ended "successfully", and after the Ten Kings Division was carefully strengthened and sealed, at least for more than a hundred years, Suiyuan's Suiyang would no longer have the possibility of making waves, and Xing and Yaoluo also returned to the train.

Before leaving, several members of the Star and the Ghost Hunting Team held a million-fan celebration, and Xing also handed over the "tickets" for the Star Dome Train to Weed, Sushang, Gui Naifen and others.

In the days to come, they may come to the train at any time.

And what was Yaoluo doing during this time?

He's "swimming."

Of course, not in the way ordinary people imagine, his pool is not some kind of liquid, but the ubiquitous starry sky.

"Hoo ———"

Slowly exhaling gas in a vacuum, Yao Luo looked at the endless, bright and dim "starry sky" around him, and his heart was filled with a wonderful feeling.

The almost infinite imaginary energy forms an "empty space" in the cosmic space, and it is difficult for any person who is not at the level of "envoy" to move in the void and cross the barriers between stars.

Yao Luo opened his arms, closed his eyes, and let the imaginary energy wash over his body, like an endless undercurrent in the ocean.

This feeling of washing, the galaxy slowly flowing around him, like a fish swimming at the bottom of the sea, made Yaoluo's heart feel quiet.

The will to "hunt" allows him to manipulate the gravitational pull around him like pulling a bowstring, prying the distance between planets, and even between galaxies.

What a powerful force, it stands to reason that he, who has many powers of "space", "time", and "life", should not let life pass by at his fingertips.

However, Ene Huang was still almost dead.

At the last moment of his life, the moment when the strings of his thoughts fluctuated for the last time, Yao Luo froze his body and froze his consciousness.

It is precisely because of respect for life that life will pass in front of Yaoluo.

He knew that very well.

"Memory" may be able to reproduce everything, but for Yaoluo, "loss" is "loss", and even what is made with power cannot be compared with the original thing.

Unless, like Fu Li, he can only restore the entire universe at the last moment when all things are gone.

Otherwise, his current behavior is just a remedy in a sense.

"No, no, I'm stuck in a cocoon of thought."

In the darkness, the bright "meteor" suddenly stopped, and Yao Luo's body stood still in the cosmic space, like a statue that could think.

"Just because I do this doesn't mean I'm going to do it."

The thoughts on Yao Luo's face gradually became calm, and the tightly knit brows slowly relaxed.

"I am not only the messenger of memory, but also the possessor of other powers, and I am the driver of power, not a slave of power."

"The power of "memory", Lao Tzu can use it however he wants, why do you want to use it so much?"

"This mother-in-law doesn't look like me."

At the same time, in Yao Luo's thoughts, another voice belonging to himself also sounded.

"It should be said that when you fought on the Absolute Ice Front, you were not as hesitant as you are now."

As the voice sounded, the imaginary number of energy, as if encountering a natural enemy, avoided Yao Luo's side, forming a nearly inviolable realm.

Vast purple energy swept through the space, forging a path in the sea of imaginary numbers.

In Yao Luo's body, a black-haired figure slowly walked out of his body, his eyes glowing with crystal clear purple.

"Finality" Yaoluo.

This is also the rare Yaoluo with black hair among many Yaoluo.

"If you want to do it, you can do it, if you can't do it, you will find a way, if you are too constrained by power, the means will only become more and more single."

"Finale" Yao Luo raised his eyebrows, there was obvious dissatisfaction in his purple eyes, the momentum on his body was full of domineering and natural savagery, he didn't like the "fate" of the Star Dome World very much, this kind of power is certainly powerful, but their elaboration of the worldview is very likely to affect the ontology like just now.

"Indeed."

The thunder roared, the star strings trembled, the constellations gradually drew shadows, and Yaoluo, whose eyes were full of lightning and thunder, walked out of the shadows of the starry sky, cold and ruthless, like the cold light of an arrow about to be launched.

"Hunting" Yaoluo.

"The ontology's recent use of 'memory' may have influenced the 'true self's' view of the world."

"It needs to be [corrected]."

"Click."

The sound of glacier condensation resounded in the void, an invisible river, rippling in the darkness at some point, every drop of water reflected the picture, reflecting the silent starry sky in a colorful appearance.

Yao Luo, who was wearing a comb on his head and dressed in a gorgeous robe, and the position of his face had become a little blurred, like a silent ghost, stopped in front of the two.

"Memory is the foundation of the power of the body, and it is the right way to practice one's destiny and have power."

Memory Yaoluo's voice is extremely standard, like a hand running steadily on a vinyl record.

The "voice" was directly transmitted into the minds of the two of them, and the two Yaoluo frowned slightly, which meant that the spiritual power of the incarnation of "memory" could directly affect the two of them.

"It is precisely because of "memory" that the ontology has the means to reverse all regrets, and it is no longer afraid of losing.

"This road should be continued."

The position of "memory" Yaoluo's face seems to be covered by a layer of colorful colored glass, so that the two of them can't see their facial features clearly, but they can make up their brains, and under the "mask", they are absolutely ruthless.

"Ridiculous!"

With an angry shout, the roar of "Hunting" was like a sky-shattering thunder from above the Nine Heavens, gravity was only the appearance of the patrol power, and the real strength was hidden between the unshakable will.

The golden pupils looked directly at the memory, and although it was cold, it was not lacking in warmth.

"You mean, even if your partner on the train dies because of you in the future, it doesn't matter?"

"Exactly, as long as there is still a chance to ........."

"Memory" Yao Luo nodded, and before he could say the rest of his words, a huge force interrupted it.

"it! I can't stand it anymore. ”

The one who shot was "Final", a huge axe that was so big that it was already in his hand.

Fast, faster than time.

In the space of billions of seconds, the giant axe "Solveig" jumps through the gears of time and attacks another "self"!

The structure of the giant axe is like a work of art carved from crystal, on which a large amount of Honkai energy can be condensed into the shape of a nebula, and many powers of "reason", "space", "thunder and lightning" and "death" are condensed in it, there is no doubt that even if in the Star Dome Railway World, the energy level of the Finalist is bound, but this power is definitely not the existence of ordinary "envoys" who can touch porcelain.

Space does not deserve to rub sparks on Solvig's axe, and time cannot be a "resistance" to this attack.

The vast purple color rippled the imaginary energy around Yaoluo for an unknown number of hundreds of millions of kilometers, forming a dazzling "nebula".

Death came, but there was still no fluctuation of emotional color on the face of the "memory", as if the blow did not exist.

Sure enough, the attack passed through the body of the memory avatar as it did through the paint painted on paper.

The body of memory is like a ghost, and no blow from the material world can touch its essence.

A massive amount of energy passed through the chamber, spanning countless kilometers in an instant, and on the way, a deserted planet stood in front of you.

"Boom!!"

The huge crust of the core of the star shattered violently, the structure of gravity could no longer maintain its shape, and the purple "nebula" was even larger than the planet itself, and a star that had existed for an unknown number of billions of years collapsed at this moment.

Shattered stars, but for a moment.

"Cut, fucking "memetic body."

"Finale," Yao Luo pursed his lips, but there was a look of extreme disdain on his face.

"Lao Tzu hates what fate, path, and everything is destined and the like, and it makes people tired of listening to it."

"If there really is a destiny in the world, let my great axe smash them together."

The so-called end is the person who can cross fate and shatter fate, and he is also the most rebellious, the most savage, and the most representative part of Yaoluo's many power clones.

"It's useless, all attacks are out of reach in the face of the concept of 'memory'."

Memory's expression and face were still cold, as if all the emotions in the world could not cause him to fluctuate.

"Really? What about this? ”

On the other side, a light arrow has already been placed on the string, the stars are the bow, the gravitational force is the string, and the colorful rainbow light is leading the way for the hunt.

The expression of "Memory" remained the same, he was also Yao Luo, and he knew the essence of the power of patrolling, and compared to the omnipotence of "Finality", his threat was obviously smaller...... Right?

An indescribable sense of threat appeared on the tip of the patrol arrow, a small black dot.

On an arrow constructed with pure light, this tiny black particle is like a sunspot and is easily overlooked.

But it is this slight point that makes the "memory" of the memetic body feel an indescribable sense of threat.

It's like, some kind of "giant mouth" like a wild beast, about to devour it.

For the first time, the memory had the idea of wanting to dodge, but before the arrow was fired, the "momentum" of the patrol had already locked it, and no matter where it fled, it seemed to be useless.

"The arrows of the hunt will come."

The declaration, coming out of the mouth of "Patrol" Yao Luo, is like before the launch, the future is already doomed.

The emperor's bow is too clear, this is not an empty word, but a real description.

Once the patrol arrow is shot, the result of the hit has long been decided before it is shot, as long as the will is strong, the arrow will definitely hit, no matter what dimension or space, it cannot be a barrier to block the arrow.

Even if it's memory.

"Let's fight, let's fight, the more intense the fight, the better ........."

In the distance, where Yaoluo's body was, while his body was still contemplating like a sleeping thinker, a figure wrapped in light lay next to his body in a very comfortable posture, but his hand kept devouring food into his mouth.

"Food" Yaoluo's expression was very relaxed, and since his birth, negative emotions have never appeared on his face.

The violent fluctuations coming from afar, no matter what kind of force it was, when it touched the surroundings of his body, it was as if it had disappeared out of thin air, and it could not advance a single bit.

Among the four power clones, although he was born the latest, it does not mean that the strength of the strength is the same, and even, if he really makes a move, I am afraid that he is the strongest one among the several.

"Food" doesn't have too many complicated abilities and powers, he just eats better.

Although the scope of this "eating" is relatively wide, no matter what fate he has or what kind of Honkai energy, whether it is energy or concept, as long as he wants to eat, he can definitely swallow it in his stomach.

Absolute purity means absolute power.

"No matter which "me" it is, it is a part of "me" in the end, and it is normal for ordinary people to be a little "entangled" in their hearts."

Looking at the shocking scene of the stars in the distance turbulent and tearing apart the Milky Way, the eyes of "Food" Yao Luo, who had been closed, opened slightly, and under the slender eyebrows that were exquisite like works of art, there were absolutely pure white eyes.

There is nothing "empty".

"I don't know what it tastes like............

(End of chapter)