call--
Fortunately, fortunately, the situation is not as bad as imagined.
Yan Xing breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He just thought that No. 28 was destroying the "Heaven and Earth Boundary Wall" of the Truth, hoping to let all the strong men from the outside world drive straight in.
Defense and counterattack core?
The situation is not that bad, but it seems to be very bad!
Yan Xing frowned. Just hearing the name, his mind flashed back to the terrifying thunder disaster he saw in the Land of Bones and the Cosmic Sea, specifically targeting the No. 3 monster.
If this is the case, then the other party can get rid of the shackles and walk out of the highest dimension of Tianwaitian at will.
I am in trouble!
Yan Xing's heart moved. He didn't need to think too much. Once the other party was able to get out of Tianwaitian, he would definitely find trouble for me as soon as possible. At this moment, the battle outside the timeline is still going on. I still need time to evolve the talent to restrain the power of information...
I can only hold him back!
At least he had to divert his attention to buy him crucial time. He didn't know what abilities No. 3 had and whether it would interfere with or even interrupt the rhythm of evolution.
Thinking of this, Yan Xing decided to pay attention and his eyes became firm and determined.
"28, like No. 13, have you obtained that person's information setting characteristics?"
Yan Xing looked indifferent, staring coldly at No. 28, who was looking up to the sky and laughing. He clasped his hands in front of his chest, and the white and flawless spiritual radiance escaped from his body.
[An app that has been running stably for many years, comparable to the old book-chasing tool, used by all old bookworms.
Limited to real body·Probability storm!
"
The corners of Yan Xing's mouth raised, his mind boiling with thoughts, and countless choices emerged in an instant.
Blink, don’t blink.
Lift your legs and wave.
Palm strike, fist.
Laugh, don’t laugh.
Breathe, hold your breath.
…
With every choice, every time the probability collapses to a different outcome, the figure doubles in size. In an instant, the pure white foggy space was filled with dense figures.
The most terrifying thing is that every one of them possesses absolutely terrifying power.
"you you……"
No. 28 looked shocked, her face distorted as she was squeezed by countless figures. That's right, this space has been filled with Yan Xing, tightly surrounding No. 28 in the center, like a human-shaped sphere stacked together without any gaps.
Cheek to cheek, Yan Xing smiled at No. 28, raised his brows, and said in a teasing tone: "What? Don't you look down on my incarnation!? Kill me!"
"
"This is impossible!
"
"It turns out to be...the eighth state of consciousness, created out of nothing!?"
No. 28's tone trembled inexplicably. At such a close distance, she clearly sensed that every figure here was real and had the same power. The clones formed by dividing the power were completely different concepts.
This goes against ironclad common sense.
Then there is only one possibility, which is the unfathomable state of consciousness, which is known as "creating something out of nothing." If thoughts arise and thoughts fall, a vast world can be created out of thin air.
There is no need to rely on the outside world, no need to devour or use any material energy, and just rely on the power of consciousness that defies heaven to create things out of thin air.
The eighth state of consciousness is also the most critical point to step onto the other side of eternity. The ninth state, the highest level of consciousness, is already the category of transcendence...
How can this be! ?
Yan Xing, he is actually going to step into the twelfth level! ?
"Create something out of nothing?"
Yan Xing looked slightly sideways when he heard this. Among the many inheritances he came into contact with, there were indeed descriptions of related realms. By carefully comparing the differences between the two, he could confirm that it was not what No. 28 understood.
His consciousness has not yet reached the eighth realm.
The reason why he can use the "Probability Storm", a heaven-defying method, is due to the special power of the soul. This is a characteristic ability extended after the transformation and sublimation of the nine-color vortex of consciousness.
The only thing that can be split and copied is the true soul, which can create things out of thin air with thoughts. He can't even create a stone, and there is still a big gap between "creating something out of nothing".
"No. 28, since you destroyed the defense core of the Truth, then leave your life here!"
The densely packed punishments raised their hands at the same time, facing No. 28 with their palms, and a dazzling light emerged and condensed.
"What I think in my heart is everything! Existence erasure——"
Buzz!
No. 28's eyes widened, his eyes trembled, and he showed a look of panic. His body became distorted little by little, and his existence was forcibly removed and dissolved by an invisible force.
Billions of spiritual avatars are erasing reality at the same time. Even the Holy Realm cannot resist this power, and it dissipates and disintegrates uncontrollably.
"No!
"
The first thing to disappear was the external body No. 7, and then the hidden internal body No. 28 only lasted for a moment before completely disappearing into nothingness.
Time node replacement!
The power of time and space twisted and flickered, and the fused bodies of No. 28 and No. 7 appeared out of thin air. Although they were resurrected from the dead, No. 28's face was extremely ugly, and his consciousness was consumed greatly.
"28, you can't escape, my heart has locked you, save your energy!"
"It's still a long time, let's continue until you are completely dead."
The corners of the mouths of many Yan Xingmen raised cruel arcs, their raised palms motionless, and the white light slowly emerged again.
Existence erasure——
On the periphery of the mist, a Yan Xing looked back at the space filled with hundreds of millions of figures, smiled, stepped out, and left the ruins.
He still needs to go out to create chaos, confuse the public, attract the attention of No. 3, and buy time for his own evolution, but he cannot be delayed by a mere No. 28.
Based on the secret technique of probabilistic storm birth, theoretically the true body of the soul can be split infinitely. As long as his consciousness can bear the impact of the cutting of thinking personality at the same time, it is not impossible to fill the entire world with the true body of the soul.
Currently, the limit of the number of real bodies that his consciousness can bear is six hundred billion, which is about one trillionth of the total number of flesh and blood particles.
The destructive power of each spiritual body is roughly between the true immortal and the holy realm, which is level 10.5. He himself calls it the "half-step holy realm".
Although the individual strength is not as good as the Holy Realm, it cannot match the huge number!
As long as the power of his consciousness is not exhausted, as long as one of his true spiritual bodies is not destroyed, he is equivalent to immortality, and his life-saving ability is also extremely powerful.
Moreover, because each spiritual body exists as an independent individual, one true body cannot be used as a medium to achieve the purpose of annihilating all spiritual bodies at the same time, and the survivability is further improved.
…
"From the Great World of Yi, to the Mysterious Shadow Realm, to the Nine Nether Fairyland, to the Apocalypse Island, if the masters behind you don't come out, you can disappear."
Yan Xing walked out of the ruins and appeared in the ruins of a realm. With every step he took, his body vibrated and flickered at high frequency. They were the split spiritual bodies that were being transmitted to all parts of the world.
Previously, he called these invading civilizations from outside the world "ants" without any exaggeration. With six hundred billion and a half steps to the Holy Realm, he could completely wipe out these four arrogant and domineering civilizations in the origin world with a flick of his finger.
What Yan Xing values is the extraterrestrial forces behind them. Each of them is a terrifying force on the other side. The two are not at the same level of power at all.
He originally wanted to hide in the dark and observe the trump cards of these forces, but the early birth of No. 3 disrupted his plan.
"never mind……"
"Let all malice be directed toward me. As long as I am safe, the situation will still be under control!"
"Ahhhh——"
"Help!
quick! Run away! 』
"The army of B people is coming to kill us!"
Run away! 』
The vast territory of the Machine Tribe and the Aroalo Empire was plunged into a sea of fire. On the sky covered with dark clouds, majestic pyramids slowly floated past.
The murderous intention was revealed. The scarlet vertical boy suspended on the top of the tower continued to gather red light. His eyes looked around the earth. Everything he looked at was torn apart by an invisible force. Lands collapsed and the ground cracked, magma rolled and surged, and thunder illuminated the darkness. , countless living beings melted and disappeared in an instant.
In the imperial capital, the Imperial Grand Marshal "Lenca De Terte" stood on the towering city wall, looking at the approaching pyramids and the world-destroying scene on the earth, his body trembling with pain and anger.
Dead, all dead.
His father, brothers and sisters all died in the battle, leaving only himself and the crumbling empire still hanging on.
He did not choose to flee into deep space like other tribesmen, but followed his father's will and lived and died with the empire.
"Brother Yan, it is a lifelong regret that I could not see you again before I died!"
Lenka sighed in his heart, having accepted the fate of death. For some reason, he remembered the scene of his first meeting with Yan Xing, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, showing pride.
Being able to call Yan Xing brothers is the most bragging deed in his life. Every time the family gathers, he will tell his descendants over and over again, and without exception, he will be full of admiration and envy.
"Brother Yan, where are you?"
Lenka looked up at the sky with regret on his face. The approaching pyramid was clearly visible, its original white jade surface
It was stained red with blood.
Snapped!
A big hand with white light suddenly appeared and slapped him hard on the shoulder, which shocked him. Then a familiar voice came from his ear, leaving Lenka completely stunned.
"Hey, isn't this Lenka? Long time no see."
"Tsk tsk——"
"The majestic Grand Marshal of the Empire, what are you crying like? Stop it, aren't you just being bullied by a group of ants?"
"How do you want them to die?!"
