My universe in a bottle

To be honest, the outcome is indeed uncertain.

The current setting of the Ancient Elf God is: [Future] a trace, [Past] a complete rule drawing.

Now Li Qing will not use other powers that are not suitable for victory or defeat to continue cheating secretly.

It's easy to find if you open it again.

If you lose, you lose.

After all, if the other party really researches [now], and I clone it in a second, everyone will know that there is a problem, and the character will collapse.

It is not impossible to explain the past authority that the ancient elf god copied [completely] before. After all, he secretly manipulated people and kept people in the past and squeezed the rules.

But now that the other party has escaped control and surveillance, whatever rules the other party comes up with will be copied in an instant.

This is definitely not possible.

When people see you taking it away in a second, they immediately collapse.

Where is the enthusiasm?

How can I pluck the wool myself?

Their bodies and consciousness were directly exposed and manipulated.

All vests can be exposed, but Li Qing cannot be discovered by this "dependent" no matter what.

Li Qing looked at the battle in the distance and was very calm. "Let's fight with all our strength like this. There is no need to open the back door. Let's see how strong I am now."

"It's even better if I lose."

If he loses, it means that Atabibia and others will once again break through their strength under the pressure of death.

A new time drawing has been developed!

Losing this way will gain more than winning them.

At this moment, while His Majesty Noklon was chatting with others, the battle in the distance became more and more intense.

at this time.

The entire body of the giant in the dark matter universe is like endless microorganisms. Every living thing in the cell is wiped out. Countless wails, roars, screams, and despair are constantly heard.

The multiple heavens in the entire body are like hell.

This is the gap in the dimension of life. In the eyes of today's giants, what is the difference between the death of the people in the body and the alternate death of microorganisms in an ordinary mortal?

In a truly high-dimensional and supreme concept civilization, they are truly microbial communities that are destroyed and regenerated.

"I have already sent him there." Artabibia said coldly: "However, the guy opposite also found out that his past body was surrounding me and killing me, and I didn't use my past body. I must have guessed that the other person I went to practice."

Herodotus, the imperial general who controlled the giant, was choked and slowly raised his head, "In other words, I have to persevere to win."

"I understand. The only advantage is already clear to me."

The heavens and worlds inside the body are collapsing, and vast numbers of people are disappearing in every second.

"All the people in the heavens, please listen to me."

The next moment, the power of Herodotus opening the Gate of Truth completely exploded, enveloping the undead souls of the entire dark matter universe. It was a civilized cemetery, and the entire body of the crystal wall cells trembled.

Ten billion

One hundred billion

one trillion

In the heavens of the entire pantheon.

One by one, they turned out to be high-ranking ancient gods of fire, thunder, and wind and rain, traveling through multiple worlds, running and shouting loudly:

"I am your God. Our entire universe will usher in destruction. For the sake of the lovely living, the dying dead, and the dying dead, please give us strength!"

Every multi-dimensional crystal wall world is shaking, mountains and rivers collapse, the suffering people look up to the sky, anger is revealed in despair, and the corpse still has a trace of consciousness before falling: "Kill the person who destroyed our peace."

boom.

Wisps of will drifted away.

Every cell seemed to be ignited with light, and the entire body of the Imperial General Herodotus seemed to be ignited by the sun.

This is an unprecedented energy level supply, and it is also something that the elves and gods on the opposite side cannot do, because they have no people of their own to open the door to truth.

Herodotus' body was violently ignited with overwhelming flames, and his endless soul turned into substance under the door of truth, stagnating time and distorting the long river of time. His body violently began to fragment.

boom! "Die!" He violently broke away from the chokehold of the ancient elf god, punched the opponent's chest through time, and the next second flashed behind another clone of the ancient elf god, and kicked his spine.

Boom boom boom! !

Continuous attacks fell on the ancient elf god.

Since I can't see [the future], then I just need to be stronger than the other person. Even if he foresees the future and knows what I think and do, he can't avoid it!

Since he can see endless future possibilities, let all futures be dead ends, and every future he chooses be a dead end!

The fighting spirit in Herodotus's eyes was unprecedentedly strong.

His eyes were like flames, his fists ignited hope, and his feet stepped on the time, igniting everything. The general of this empire waved the flame of civilization, and hot hope rose in his heart.

He seemed to have returned to the era when the door of truth was first opened, and the whispers of billions of dead souls of the Artabians could be heard in his ears.

Their dead souls gathered into the gate of truth and became a noisy wind in the ears.

Someone was shouting crazily: "Come on! General of the Empire! You are our sword and shield!"

There is a fallen soul god crying: "I will never lose!"

"Hold on, hold on!" they seemed to be shouting behind them: "Build the Tower of Babel of the truth of our civilization and defeat that giant! Freedom! Welcome the great freedom of civilization!"

"I heard it." The next moment, Herodotus' fist suddenly fell down, wrapped in the rules of time. With the blessing of the Gate of Truth, he actually developed a brand new ability.

Decay, decay, decay and decay! The other person's body is constantly returning to the past, falling in state, becoming younger, weaker, and finally returning to the embryonic age.

"It's meaningless." The ancient elf god suddenly broke free from the laws of the past and said coldly: "Everything in the past has no effect on me. You and I are together, and I have more authority in the future than you, and I have a little more divine authority over time than you. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back.”

The ancient elf god strode forward and looked at the giant who lit the door of truth:

"You and I have the same authority. You can't kill me with the same power. When you exhaust all the power of all living beings, it will be your death."

But the next moment, a voice suddenly came from the void.

"Is it really meaningless?"

Finally, Sicily came from the past through the void, and his figure seemed to gradually overlap with the Emperor Artabibia who was sitting on the throne.

"I'm done, it's time to catch up." Sicily said coldly.

"With the reference of my research experience, the research is too fast now. As expected of me, even among all the supreme ancient gods, I am 120 in my heyday. I am afraid that it is difficult for anyone to surpass me, because I know that I am unique. "Yes." Emperor Artabibia, who was sitting on the throne, glanced at Sicily, nodded, and said softly:

"In the past."

"Here today."

"Eternally."×2

As if they were demonstrating divine power in the dark, the figures of the two people overlapped in an instant. The past and the present Atabibia overlapped, and the timeline was completely opened up.

It was as if the sound of something breaking resounded throughout the universe. At this moment, everyone had a vague feeling that time was straightening into a straight line at this moment, and the past and present formed a new order.

This is not as simple as one plus one. These are two distant isolated points, completely connected into a straight line, achieving conceptual growth of geometric multiples.

"That guy is worthy of being the strongest man in legend who created this universe." Under everyone's disbelieving eyes, a god-king who seemed to transcend everything was born.

Blah blah blah!

All the disordered crystal wall worlds are integrated into the body. He who carries the universe is already the universe itself. He who walks in the crystal wall sky is as radiant as fire. He who has wings is like a butterfly of time, soaring above all things.

No one can see clearly that head, forever hidden in time.

On His shoulders is the established present.

His broad back writes the complicated history of a certain period of time.

His legs are soaked in the past of the ocean of time, wandering on the ocean currents and tides.

That bright figure is so brilliant and majestic that it reflects on all the worlds of the heavens. It walks in the heavens with a width that tears apart the crystal walls, and its colored hair like glass hangs down the great time and space.

He has penetrated the past and present, and is the ultimate conceptual god that accommodates all the unfathomable levels of the universe. In his eyes, the long river of time has become an infinitely long line segment, past, present, and eternity.

Even if there is no future, He has become a god who represents the power of time and sits on the supreme throne.