40,000 Years of Cultivation

He seemed to have awakened from the long sleep of billions of years or even billions of reincarnations, yawned lightly, and smiled at the dream traveler.

This smile was seen in the eyes of the dream traveler, but it was more hideous than the face of a ghost in the deepest part of Jiuyou Huangquan.

"Stop him! Stop him! Stop him!"

The dream traveler's face was pale, and the screams penetrated into the eardrums of all the awakened, scratching their brains fiercely.

"Crack, click!"

The iron chair he was sitting on originally had a steel lock that opened and closed automatically, which could lock the wrists and ankles of the seated person, but he was very cooperative just now, and there was no problem in the previous triple test, too. He didn't want to persecute too much, so he didn't force him to lock himself.

But now, it was too late for the spring steel lock to snap in again.

Before Grimlock was completely locked, his wrists and ankles swelled to twice the thickness of the normal state, and he even bounced the four spring steel locks back. Everyone hadn't reacted yet. He had stepped forward in front of the Dream Traveler and opened it. Five fingers grabbed the dream traveler's neck.

"Shh..."

He smiled and said to the dream traveler, and then with a "click", he forcibly crushed the dream traveler's cervical spine, his neck was completely squeezed and his head tilted to the side very strangely.

When he threw the Dream Traveler to the ground, the guide of past life memory was dead.

"what!"

The unexpected change made everyone stunned. Sparta's reaction was the quickest. Reflexively, he raised the plasma gun and slammed the trigger at him.

Without turning his head back, he just stretched out his right hand backwards in an anti-joint posture, opened his palm, and shook it in the void.

An incredible scene happened. A ball of lightning condensed with destructive power just whizzed out of Spartan’s muzzle, but it stopped strangely in mid-air, as if two forces from different directions were forcibly tearing apart. It made it "crack" in the solidified air. The stalemate did not last long. This group of plasma returned the same way and drilled back into the barrel again. With a "boom", the plasma gun went straight. After the explosion, the fragments of the goddess scattered flowers deeply pierced Sparta's body, coupled with the arc of the teeth and claws, the brawny man directly turned into a broken doll.

"You are not Li Yao, who are you!"

Ms. Gray Mist's original gray face became paler, and the wounds all over her body spewed bleak blood stains again, forcibly activated super powers, a large mist of mist spurted out of the seven orifices and pores, as if she had life, she surrounded him.

There was a contemptuous and cruel smile at the corner of his mouth. The right hand that had just exploded the plasma fisted into a fist, and he slammed it towards the center of the fog, and suddenly heard the sound of breaking wind from his fingers. He shredded the gray fog into wisps of air currents, scrambling to escape from the surroundings. Even the lady of the gray fog was blasted more than ten meters away by him, hitting a container heavily, making a "boom", and knocking out a human-shaped pit. .

The dozens of awakened people lying around the warehouse saw him instantly kill or severely injure the three core members of the organization, and immediately rushed towards him.

"do not come!"

Ms. Gray Mist perceives his horror in the interlaced moments, and for the first time in the depths of her eyes there is a fear that cannot be described with pen and ink, and she screams sharply, "Run, run away!"

Unfortunately, she called too late.

No, it should be said that even if she sounds the alarm in the first second, there is no way to stop everything and save the life of any awakened person.

"Da da da da da da da da!"

Dozens of modified heavy guns blasted a barrage of pouring rain at him, but they couldn't make even a ripple appear in his swampy eyes, and the bullets ripped his afterimages into inexhaustible strands. And his deity has turned into an electric light, flashing behind many awakened ones.

"boom!"

An awakened person flew high, and when he was still in the air, his internal organs could not withstand the super high pressure, burst out outwards, and died miserably.

"boom!"

The second awakened was kicked out by him. At the same time, he also used the magical power of the airspace to activate the four grenades hung around the opponent's waist, causing the awakened to die surrounded by four fireworks. There is no burial place.

"Snapped!"

The third awakened person was smashed onto the Tianling cover with a palm of his hand. The strongest helmet was as crisp as a matchbox under his palm, and the helmet and head were instantly smashed.

"call!"

The sacrifices of three consecutive awakeners finally bought time for the remaining comrades in arms. The fourth awakened man closed his palms, and from the palm of his hand, the whole person was surrounded by a blazing red flame, which was something that could be controlled freely. The magic of temperature!

But no matter the fireball, the wall of fire, or the fire dragon with its teeth and claws, they couldn't resist his attack.

He didn't even do it directly. He just stared at the awakened one and snapped his fingers. The flame power in the awakened body was completely out of control. Instead, the raging flames swallowed his own cells and soul, causing a typical "Spontaneous combustion of the human body" phenomenon.

This is not a fight, but a slaughter.

Regardless of the first enlightened person, the deep enlightened person or the final enlightened person, and regardless of the ability to control fire, frost, thunder and lightning, or poison, in front of him, they are as vulnerable as a three-year-old child.

He was easy to do, and slaughtered unhurriedly, turning the warehouse into a blood-stained palace in a moment.

The whole body was surrounded by the steaming blood mist, and the wet internal organs were trampled under his feet. There was still a mysterious smile on his face. His eyes were like a swamp that could drown all souls. He was the incarnation of death, from the depths of the Nine Nether Yellow Springs. The devil who walks slowly!

Now, apart from the seriously injured Lady Grey and the half-dead Sparta, there is no more alive in the warehouse-he is definitely not a living person, but a destroyer, a demon king, and a death god!

He walked in front of Ms. Gray Mist slowly, condescendingly, looking at her with inhuman eyes.

"boom!"

Not far away, Sparta woke up with his broken body without knowing where it came from. He raised a pistol in his hand and fired the last bullet at him.

He waved his hand at random, as if driving a nasty mosquito. The bullet drew a weird arc in mid-air, turned one hundred and eighty degrees, and penetrated Spartan’s eyebrows impartially. On the back of the head of this loyal resister, a hole the size of a bowl was drilled, taking away most of the brain tissue.

"It turns out, cough cough cough cough, it turns out that it is really you, you are the most elite assassin sent by the Apocalypse organization to specifically deal with the'targeted drugs' of the Red Pole Star."

Ms. Gray Mist smiled sadly, "This, is this the power of the Transcendental Being? It is really powerful, and we are so stupid that we will lead the wolf into the room and bring you to this place.

"However, you are still a bit short and exposed yourself in advance. No matter how strong your fighting power is, you can kill all of us, so what? The Red Pole Star is hidden in the fog deep in the ocean, you never want to find him. , Ha ha, as long as you can't meet him in person, even if you are a walking human-shaped nuclear bomb, what's the use?

"You are over, this war that has lasted for tens of millions of times, we, we will eventually be the final victors, and there is no power that can block our freedom and...hope!"

"Oh."

He listened quietly, nodded, and gently smashed the heart of Ms. Gray Mist.

He stood in the sea of ​​blood in the corpse mountain for a long time, and his slightly frowned brows showed his inner irritability-the kind of irritability that "the house is so dirty, it takes a long time to clean up".

Then, he returned to the corpse of the Dream Traveler, hooked his fingers, and raised the pocket watch engraved with red sapphires and octopus patterns.

Fortunately, he was very careful just now, and did not damage the precise mechanical structure of the pocket watch, and the hands were still "clicking".

He stared at the circling second hand for a long time, then sighed, and slowly sent his pocket watch into the air, hovering at the height of his eyes.

He spread his five fingers again, pointed his right hand to the pocket watch, and twisted his wrist in a counterclockwise direction.

"Crack, click, click!"

He twisted his wrists very slowly, but his expression was extremely cautious, laborious and even painful, as if his palm was firmly buckled with an invisible gear, and he was controlling an extremely large machine by turning the gear in the opposite direction.

A normal person's palm can be twisted counterclockwise by 90 degrees at most, which is the limit, but he actually twisted his palm 180 degrees abruptly, and continued to twist it regardless of the cracking sound of the bones.

As the angle of twisting became larger and larger, the skin on his arm was chapped, and the arm bone was completely broken, poking out Bai Sensen’s bone stubble, and blood spattered on the pocket watch and his face like a meteor shower, but his expression was not the slightest. Change, the eyes become deeper and deeper.

As his void twisted, the second hand of the pocket watch moved more and more slowly, and the air gradually solidified, and the surrounding space rippled with visible ripples, condensed into a huge counterclockwise vortex.

at last--

When his palm rotated three hundred and sixty degrees, the muscles, bones and blood vessels completely burst, and the second, minute and hour hands of the pocket watch all stopped.

The same stopped, it seems that there is still space around and even...time!

He laughed contentedly, and barely manipulated his broken wrist, turning it counterclockwise to three hundred and sixty-first degrees.

The blood-stained fingertips seemed to possess terrifying magic power. After the second hand of the pocket watch trembled slightly, it went back along with his fingers!

It’s hard to describe the sound of the second hand moving back. It’s not a “click, click” that normally rotates. It’s a kind of like a glass marble falling upstairs, and the “da da da da” keeps bouncing, becoming denser and denser until it disappears. sound.

...

"Anyway, even though he was a third-rate writer and tabloid reporter who was greedy for money, lustful, without character, and willing to write for money in the first five lives, he has never had anything to do with the Apocalypse organization. He is that. This is the most inconspicuous little person, a string of trivial data when the earth restarts, even if the Apocalypse is really looking for an undercover, it will never find him."

Dream Traveler said to Li Yao.

Li Yao was in a daze, tilting his head, listening to the sound from far away or deep in his head.

I don't know if it is an illusion, he seems to have heard a sound, how should I put it, a sound of "glass marbles falling upstairs, "Da Da Da Da" keeps bouncing, getting denser, and finally disappearing."

However, this warehouse has only one floor, and there is a ceiling on it. Where are some glass marbles? It is probably the sound of wind and rain outside. Did he hear it wrong?

"understood."

Li Yao nodded, took a deep breath, and sat on the iron chair.

Ms. Gray Mist and Dream Traveler breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Li Yao suddenly asked the Dream Traveler, "Do you have a watch? What time is it?"

"Have."

Dream Traveler took out a very delicate, antique pocket watch from his arms. The case was also engraved with a spiral-shaped octopus, full of the breath of the ocean. "It's 8:05 in the evening."

"How many seconds?"

Li Yao asked again.

"How many seconds?"

Dream Traveler was slightly startled.

"Yes, accurate to the second, tell me."

Li Yao said coldly.

"Uh, it's 8:05:32."

Dream Traveler frowned, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

Li Yao blinked his eyes, a confused look appeared on his face, as if he didn't even understand why he asked the time and asked so accurately.

But he quickly forgot about it, and nodded to the dream traveler, "Since it is the rules of the Ark Foundation, then, let's start!"