How come this main god space is filled with stitching monsters!

"I'm telling you." Zhang Heng took a deep breath and roared angrily: "In order to do that bullshit so-called famous scene, I was deliberately forced to disconnect for the entire scene. I also relied on my settings to forcefully advance the plot. I even planned to kill everyone in the end. I finally wanted to stop updating, but I figured it out under the pressure of the readers. I came back and updated to pay tribute to Zhang Heng in the most top-notch way. I was just short of being a cuckold. Now he doesn’t give us a definite answer, and even changed the time for my appearance because of the adjustment of the word count of the chapter. The guy who backed away——"

"You deserve to be on the street for the rest of your life!!!"

"Tucao energy——+MAX!"

"The Green Goblin Skateboard - materialized!"

"100% chance of being caught with bare hands!"

"A battleship that cannot transform into a robot with its arms stretched out and hands clasped together is not worthy of receiving my sword!"

"Green Goblin Skateboard, lend me your power!"

In the universe, Zhang Heng stepped on the telekinetic floating cannon and came out of the confinement of Tucao energy in his hand. He successfully defeated the Green Goblin skateboard who appeared again in the resurrection competition and waved his sword into the void!

The Tucao energy collector exploded on the spot, and the endless Tucao energy exploded in the universe and turned into a point, whose name was: laughter point.

The laughter exploded and endless memes spewed out.

The stalks gathered around Zhang Heng again, forming a hole like a bright sun.

It's called: Brainhole.

The sword fell.

After three soul stages and the light of his soul being burned away by negative flames, the sword cultivator who suffered severe injuries felt that his body had a will, and he couldn't help but want to kneel down on one knee and clasp his hands to receive the sword.

If it weren't for the fact that the Yuanshen stage was equivalent to the fourth level of gene lock, with perfect control over one's physical body, and the most important thing was the protection of the light of the soul, the three Yuanshen at this moment would have knelt down to take the sword.

Even so, their resistance was extremely difficult.

Why only three?

Because the light of the soul was burned to ashes, the sword cultivator was unable to resist!

The light of the soul is the power of miracles. The light of the soul is not a light in the physical sense, but a metaphor and a description. As the source of immortality, the power that can modify the four basic elements and even compete with memes, the light of the soul is the light of miracles and has incredible power.

The light of the soul is essentially the three ultimate paths alongside power and comedy.

But those who do not have the light of the soul.

The sword cultivator's eyes were bloodshot, and his body fell to his knees completely uncontrollably. He clasped his hands together and faced Zhang Heng's direction in space.

Most sword cultivators have a sense of pride in their hearts. The sword is the king of a hundred weapons, and those who practice swordsmanship naturally have a sense of arrogance.

At this moment, he not only knelt down on one knee, but also made such a ridiculous gesture. Wasn't it embarrassing for him?

But soon, that was no longer a problem.

Because a dead person does not need to consider whether he is embarrassed or not.

Everyone is dead, why do you still think so much?

A petite figure appeared behind Jian Xiu, inserted his hand into his body, and held his spine. A huge force carrying Gengjin's killing energy poured into the opponent's body, and he controlled every detail with almost perfect power. A force tore apart Jian Xiu's flesh and blood, destroying every cell in Jian Xiu's body. Not a single one of the billions of cells was left out.

His body melted quickly like winter snow that encountered hot oil, and only a skeleton and the incomplete Nascent Soul were left.

The sword cultivator's Nascent Soul couldn't even escape, let alone resist.

Even if it has reached the fourth level, the Nascent Soul still remains in the brain.

It's mostly a habit.

The energy of Gengjin went straight to the brainstem along the spine, and then launched the final stranglehold on Nascent Soul.

The fourth-level intermediate Yuanshen-stage sword cultivator died just like that, and his death was very careless.

But a sword cultivator in the Yuanshen stage has lost even the light of his soul and some of the natal spiritual treasures transformed by Yuanying. What else can he expect?

When Zhao Yingkong withdrew her arm, she was holding a spine that was a mixture of blood and gold.

"It's quite straight." Zhao Yingkong looked at this straight spine and couldn't help but sigh: "I heard that swordsmen are very arrogant. Today I have seen your 'arrogance'. It just so happens that I also lack a magic weapon. That stupid Hey girl, how about you do me a favor?"

Seeing that there was no objection from his spine, Da Yingkong smiled, with a somewhat sickly smile. But she didn't know that in a certain timeline, she had done similar things

"Since you don't say anything, I'll assume that you agree. It's such a big explosion."

Colorful energy spurted out from the twisted space, and the surrounding space collapsed inch by inch.

The three Yuanshen stages did not know that although the master of comedy had not awakened at this moment, they still needed to rely on the energy of complaining to maintain the effect of their own programs. But even if they go all out, it is difficult to compete with Funny. The light of the soul is indeed the three major paths, alongside power and Funny. However, different people use it, and the effects they exert are naturally different.

Three souls who don't even deserve to have names, but still rely on cultivation to light up the light of their souls, how can they compete with the comedy played by the Lord of Funny!

Their resistance failed, and they failed to stop the Infinite Central-Continent team from going to their deaths.

The space channel is closing!

But the story doesn't end there, at least not for a while.

Because it will take time to close the space channel, and this time is enough to do something.

The 10,000-meter deadly black fire that spread across the Australian land finally dissipated. In the center of the black fire, the body of a strong young man gradually condensed, while the light ball on the side emitted light energy, condensing the energy into a substantial body. physical body.

"Take your life!!!"

"Prehistoric, the creation of the world!!!"

A stream of light rushed into the distortion of space, and he knew that the Lord God would protect him.

He still had things to do, far more important things than taking advantage of the last incident to pack up the three minions and the notebook that was not even a minion.

A silver body with golden lines on its body rushed into the distortion of space. It was strong enough to clean the surface of the earth and return the earth to the Hadean era. It endured the tearing and distortion of space and rushed into it!

Here, he saw a piece of light, as if it were a huge bright sun, or a bright entrance to the world. It was huge and majestic. Compared with other light spots and particles, it was simply different from a scorching sun or a firefly.

Wu Jie knew that it was the ancient heaven and the ancient continent.

He knew that he could even work harder. If he could really fly in, he would definitely be able to bring a little shock to the prehistoric continent with the semi-transcendence of the multi-dimensional travellers.

But he didn't.

He had more important things to do. The light of his soul was released, and the star in his heart finally flickered slightly.

Success, Wu Jie thought.

There will be plenty of time to deal with them later.

Then, his consciousness fell into endless darkness.

Yesterday there was only one update, but yesterday’s one update had 4,000 words. Isn’t it still two updates?