I Am Not the Supreme God

　　 seems to have seen the embarrassment of the main **** of calamity and horror. Alye guessed that this mortal clone of the main **** may be missing a large part of the fundamental attributes that belong to the main god, and the memory of the clone seems to be imperfect.

Without the idea of ​​exploring the realm of the Lord God, Alje thoughtfully explained: "This is a completely masterless fantasy weapon. My Lord can write your sequence...that is, you can complete the recognition of the gene fragments of the mortal body now. Lord, manipulate it as you like."

　　 A drop of blood recognizes the Lord?

　　 Tang Chuan muttered in his heart, he easily understood Alye's words, nodded lightly, put on the pretense of the main god, and did not answer.

　　 Instead, he stretched his thumb between his own teeth.

　　 hiss~

　　 He bit his thumb hard, but didn't bite his skin. Instead, Tang Chuan felt the pain of ten fingers connecting his heart.

　　 This pain also made Tang Chuan react, and he secretly cursed that the Xiuxian novel was harmful.

　　 Human incisors are simply not suitable for opening the skin.

　　 And the gene fragments are not only in the blood!

　　 Tang Chuan calmly held back the pain, his thumb was a little bit swollen, and his fingernail was stroked on the metal ball.

　　 Wow!

　　 I don't know whether it was the broken nails or the saliva on the thumb that triggered some mechanism of the metal ball.

　　 The metal sphere floats in the air, projecting beams of light like rays, and the beams gather into a network, seeming to scan Tang Chuan's body composition.

　　 In the dark, when the net-shaped light beam disappeared, Tang Chuan seemed to have formed a kind of obscure but not negligible connection with the metal sphere.

　　 I moved in my heart.

　　 The round metal sphere suspended in the air, like plasticine, began to change shape.

　　 Tang Chuan vaguely knew at this moment, why Alye called the metal sphere a "fantasy weapon"!

　　 Combining the connection between his mind and the metal sphere, Tang Chuan can clearly feel that as long as he moves his mind, the metal sphere can be transformed into any shape and function he imagined!

　　 He imagined that the metal sphere is a spaceship, and that metal sphere can be transformed into a spaceship!

　　 He imagined that this spaceship could travel faster than the speed of light, so that the spaceship could cross the universe faster than the speed of light!

　　Even, he imagined that a spacecraft could crash into a star, and the spacecraft would have the kinetic energy and strength to crash into a star!

　　 Of course, this kind of fantasy can't be endlessly powerful, it must be based on the "fantasy attribute" that comes with the metal sphere.

　　 There will always be an upper limit.

　　 Or else you directly imagine a weapon that can slaughter the Supreme Lord God, wouldn’t it be invincible?

　　 This thing is a taste for the highest main **** level, and it is not even qualified to be used as a plaything for them.

　　 Without him, the so-called fantasy attributes are all imposed on weapons by the gods. In a sense, they are the sustenance of a part of the power of the gods.

　　The power sustenance is usually impossible to be stronger than the original owner.

　　 Maybe only certain weak lower gods would treat this thing as a treasure.

　　 eh, no, no matter how weak the lower gods are, they can still annihilate the universe where I was originally located!

　　 I actually look down on this thing a little bit, think it's useless?

　　 Where did this inexplicable and outrageous vision come from!

　　 No matter what, this thing is also an unimaginable treasure for me!

　　 Through fantasy, Tang Chuan squeezed the metal ball into a shape similar to the unique Kun-shield fighter jet in the Manwei movie.

　　 Before he could perfect the details of the single-player space shuttle, there was a rumbling sound outside the main temple.

　　 looked up and saw the main temple, which had completely converged and entered the long river of the main universe.

　　 Another message popped out in his mind at the right time.

　　 That is the main temple, but in fact it always shuttles within the main universe with a certain elusive trajectory.

　　Only when the main gods need to convene a meeting, the convener of that meeting will locate the main temple and send out meeting invitations to other supreme main gods.

　　 Now that the conference has been over for a while, the main temple will naturally return to the original operating logic and converge back to the main universe.

　　 penetrated the door of the realm of the main universe, the main temple shuttled through the galaxy, and gradually returned to the orbit.

　　 And Tang Chuan also knew that he could leave.

　　 once again imagined that in the Kun-style shuttle, it naturally evolved into a space suitable for human survival.

Tang Chuan looked at the respectful Alye, put his arm on his shoulder, full of satisfaction and majesty, and said: "Alye, my most loyal servant, you have done well, and the glory of disaster and horror will be forever be with you."

　　 Alye strangled his chest with one hand, bowed slightly, and humbly said: "It is an honor for Alye to serve my lord devoutly."

　　 Tang Chuan nodded, and said, "Go back to your place, and I might propose to you next meeting."

　　 Alye lowered his head and said: "Thank my lord, please call if necessary."

　　 Alye turned into a streamer, returned to the shrine where he was originally, and recondensed into a strange and unchanging stone sculpture.

　　 Tang Chuan also breathed a sigh of relief. The Kun fighter jet projected a bridge, and Tang Chuan stepped into it quickly and walked into the cabin.

　　 Click, click.

　　 The bridge placed outside was retracted into the cabin, and the Kun fighter jet floated into the air, spewing blue flames, and broke through without any hindrance. The "film" that wrapped the main temple entered the deep space of the universe.

　　...

　　哧哧~

　　哧you~

　　 The cabin is neither wide nor cramped, exuding a soft and clear light.

　　 Tang Chuan leaned back on the main control chair on the small bridge in a daze, filled with confusion.

　　The vast starry sky.

　　 The boundless universe.

　　 In the lonely spaceship, only the little tentacles crawling all over the floor, as if familiar with the new environment, constantly secreting mucus, accompanied Tang Chuan, making a weird and oozing sound.

　　 "Be quiet!" Tang Chuan couldn't help but yelled.

　　 The small tentacles clearly have no obvious auditory system. UU reading www.uukānshu.com was still frightened. It seemed a bit wronged and a bit timid, so he poked his head at Tang Chuan in the main control chair.

　　 Then it really slowed down, and the sound of "slipping" made the mosquitoes and flies rise faintly.

　　 Does it still understand human language?

　　 Tang Chuan was stunned.

　　 Are you a phone or a creature?

　　 Or both?

　　 What I saw and heard today is enough for me to go back and write this novel.

　　 is too absurd and weird, beyond human ideology.

　　 With a sigh, Tang Chuan turned his head and stared at the outside of the transparent cabin in a daze.

　　 Gradually, the Junior Two teenagers had a chance encounter, and the adrenaline and dopamine that had soared to the surface began to fade, and a mood of suffering from gains and losses rose in his heart.

　　 How long has it been?

have no idea.

　　 But it must be more than one earth day, twenty-four hours, and how should I go back?

　　My hometown, my relatives and friends, my chili sauce, is it going to be goodbye today?

　　 The socks on my bedside table haven't been washed yet. They have been left for three days.

　　In this boundless and lonely deep space of the universe, where should I go?

　　 Tang Chuan looked at the transparent cabin outside, the glorious shining galaxy of ancient times, for a long time, he fell into a deep emptiness.

　　 Numerous thoughts began to gradually come to my heart.

　　 He began to think of the three-character classics of the best friends, the silver hair of his father's sideburns, and the grandmother who is always waiting at the entrance of the village when he is looking forward to returning home from vacation...

　　 The tears in his eyes flowed down unconsciously.

　　 In the deep space of the universe that no one knows, it is like a hesitant soul, from slow to urgent, to hysterical, silently shouting.