Become a Doomsday Administrator

"Luo Xuan, that person just now is..."

"The upstream of the long river of time is just a person from the past. It is better not to interfere. The cause and effect of time are linked together and too complicated." The boy shook his head. Playing with time is a very terrible thing. He didn't want to intervene.

"Then your sword..."

"There is nothing I can do about it. I have already sold the other side to a small world. I don't know why the sword appeared in the past time and space. Maybe this is a big move of your father Luo Tianhuan. Anyway, we have died once now, and can only stay in the eternal dream in the Mengmo Sword forever. But it doesn't matter. At least you are here." The boy smiled at the girl beside him.

"Hmm..." The girl leaned on the boy's shoulder, with a happy smile on her face...

...

Holy Mountain...

Luo Yikong, who fell to the ground, slowly opened his eyes and found that he was surrounded by thick white fog, and in front of him was a shadow of a sword, which was the Meng Mo Sword, one of the twelve divine swords...

"So you are from the future..." Luo Yikong looked at the Meng Mo Sword. He probably knew that this sword was born in the future, and its real body was in the future time and space. Meng Sheng wanted to pull Luo Yikong into the dream to kill Luo Yikong, and the power of the dream and the rules of the Meng Mo Sword belonged to the illusory dream rules. Therefore, the resonance caused Luo Yikong to have a brief dream connection with the real Meng Mo Sword in the future.

Presumably, the dream that Luo Yikong had just experienced was not his own, but the real owner of the Meng Mo Sword, or the creator of the Meng Mo Sword.

Luo Yikong recalled at this moment that the boy and girl had no ill will towards him, otherwise they could have kept Luo Yikong in their dreams forever, and Luo Yikong here would also die.

The Twelve Divine Swords were originally the means left by the so-called phantom god. According to Luo Hui, when he first obtained that thing, it was not a fragment, but a black sword. Luo Hui killed Xuanyuan Luoying once with the black sword. Later, when Luo Yikong saw Xuanyuan Luoying for the first time, he also saw the black sword stuck in Xuanyuan Luoying's body. Later, because Luo Yikong touched it, the black sword exploded into countless fragments, one of which was hit into Luo Yikong's body, which allowed Luo Yikong to possess the Twelve Divine Swords. The power of the twelve most powerful weapons can be projected and borrowed from the past, present and future time and space.

Luo Yikong recalled the original black sword and found that the black sword was very similar to the first sword of the Twelve Divine Swords, the Heavenly Fate Sword. Perhaps that was the Heavenly Fate Sword! Even if the sword is destroyed, as long as there are traces in the long river of time, it can be borrowed.

Then Luo Yikong also has a question at this moment, that is, Luo Hui, who once possessed the Twelve Divine Swords, does he belong to the past, the present, or the future?

As early as 800 years ago when Luo Yikong returned from the virus planet, he saw many things that would happen in the future through system deduction, but there were still many things that were not clear. Perhaps the system of the virtual god appeared on him, and everything he had experienced along the way was planned by someone, and that person must be at the end of the long river of time and had seen everything. If there really is such a person, Luo Yikong is looking forward to meeting him.

Luo Yikong stood up and held the Mengmo Sword. The dream power of the Mengmo Sword was stronger than the dream civilization and Mengsheng. In an instant, the power of the Mengmo Sword was stimulated...

"No dream!"

Luo Yikong spit out the two words coldly, and then an energy ripple spread out with Luo Yikong as the center. In an instant, the so-called white mist dissipated, and the people who had fallen into the endless dream were also pulled back to reality...

Mengsheng, who was fighting with Xuanyuan Luoying, was shocked when he saw this scene. He was caught off guard and was directly hit by Xuanyuan Luoying's mental power and telepathy, and flew out...

How is it possible? How could someone study dreams more deeply than the dream civilization? Even Xuanyuan Luoying's Emperor Star Civilization, which has reached the pinnacle of spiritual bodies, can't do anything with our dreams. And isn't that guy so weak that he is not even as good as an ordinary person?

That sword! It's that sword!

Mengsheng noticed the sword in Luo Yikong's hand at this time. He suddenly remembered the memory of the virtual god era. That person controlled twelve swords at the last moment and killed the virtual god who was added to himself by the power of thousands of worlds at that time. One of the swords was very similar to the sword in Luo Yikong's hand...

Isn't that person dead?

Impossible! Mengsheng saw with his own eyes that person being eroded and swallowed by the long river of time. How could a person whose future was erased by time still be alive? !

In the sky, Xuanyuan Luoying's fleet of the Imperial Star Civilization and the fleet of the Dream Civilization had already been fighting together, because no one wanted to destroy the world, and the stalemate over this planet had already started. The huge fleets of both sides were almost squeezed together, so the battle suddenly broke out, and for a while, a battle without any formation was formed.

"Corpse Insect Emperor, how long do you want to see?" Xuanyuan Luoying suddenly shouted to the sky, and at the same time, a voice came into everyone's mind...

"Since it is the request of the Holy Spirit, how dare I, the Dead Blood Civilization, not come!"

At that moment, the earth began to be shrouded in a large shadow, and the whole world fell into darkness. From the dark space channels, huge flying insects comparable to battleships slowly flew out, and those were the biological battleships of the Dead Blood Civilization in addition to the infected battleships.

"Dead Blood! Corpse Insect King! You and I belong to the same virtual world!" Mengsheng's face suddenly changed when he saw a huge fleet of dead blood civilization swarms.

"You Dream Civilization has taken too much." The laughter of Corpse Insect King came into Mengsheng's mind...

If it was just facing an imperial star civilization, then Dream Civilization would still be willing to fight, but if a dead blood civilization was added, then it would be a one-sided massacre. Mengsheng knew this very well. With the obvious gap, he was no longer qualified to take back this world.

"Does Mengsheng want to fight? Although we don't know the plane location of your main world, we can carry out a world-destroying attack on the subordinate worlds and civilizations of your Dream Civilization! In this way, without the supply of resources from below, the development of your civilization will be greatly affected. We can beat you for millions of years so that you can't leave your home!" Xuanyuan Luoying smiled coldly. Hearing Xuanyuan Luoying say this, Mengsheng's face has become very ugly.

His Dream Civilization is an important step in helping the virtual god rise, and there must be no problems!