The death-defying bird ran across the vast expanse of wasteland, striding with all its strength toward the dot that represented Sun Pingan.
Behind the death bird, a black smoke cloud nearly a hundred meters long moved without wind, and the tentacles of the inanimate prison looked like an indescribable demon.
The width of the prison of life was not nearly 100 meters. After all, the total length of the large reporting hall was only more than 100 meters in depth. However, Sun Ping'an's immeasurable distance turned the reporting hall into a wasteland thousands of miles away, and the death bird was left alone. In more than ten seconds of continuous running, Wusheng Prison has grown more fully.
But even so, even if the tentacles of the Prison of No Life have been extended to nearly a hundred meters, the Death Bird still cannot touch Sun Ping'an who is far away in the horizon.
The entire podium is still like an unreachable mirage to the suicidal bird.
"I said, there is no way for you to overcome the changes I have made to this space."
Sun Ping'an's voice was still as steady as Mount Tai. He stood on the stage and calmly watched everything the suicidal bird did. The man in the bamboo hat behind him still sat cross-legged in the air, as if he was fishing alone in the cold river snow in the invisible waves.
"Exit, sue the bird, in my heart, no one can escape from this vast wilderness."
And with Sun Ping'an's voice, the distance between the death bird and the podium became farther again.
The carpet under my feet seemed to be endless, and the red carpet stretched endlessly until it turned into a red line that resembled a lake.
It was obvious that he had run hundreds of meters away, but the small dot representing the podium shrank again and became even more blurry.
But the suicidal bird just shook his head and showed no intention of slowing down at all. At the same time, he shook his head and laughed.
"Old guy, you don't even know you're in for a big disaster."
"The longer your ten thousand miles of wilderness, the greater the cultivation of my prison of lifelessness."
"Now the prison of life behind me has grown to nearly two hundred meters. When I break through your heart, at that moment, my attack speed will exceed all reaction methods."
"Whether you, the seagull, or the anxious jet lag next to you, will all be absorbed into my thousand-layered illusion at the moment I break through your mind."
Sun Pingan's voice came again, but the old man's voice sounded a little cheerful.
"Let's wait until you can really break through my mind first."
"I have reached the fourth step of the ladder. The consumption of the incarnation is better than nothing to me."
"I can play with you all day."
"But if I'm not mistaken, the prison of lifelessness behind you is still just the appearance of the law."
"Which step are you trapped in? You're just one step away from the fourth step, but you still can't see the way through?"
"Indeed, without theoretical support and relying solely on self-exploration, how can we find a way to a higher level?"
"This is probably why you want to get the seventh book through time traveler. You don't need the road to becoming a god. Without it, you will become extinct."
The corners of the Death Bird's eyes twitched a few times, and the tentacles of the Prison of Life behind it began to dance wildly.
Sun Ping'an's words obviously stimulated the suicidal bird, and also touched on the biggest pain point of human balance at present, that is, the organization's insufficient inheritance ability.
Without the Book of Becoming God, Human Balance can only attract new people point-to-point through organizational concepts, but it cannot provide effective space for members to improve their capabilities within the organization.
Each member of the organization can only improve their abilities by exploring on their own. The success rate from the first step to the second step is very high, but when it comes to the third step of changing the Dharma, it all depends on personal talent and luck. , and the illusory fourth step, the so-called expansion of the heart, is even more like a mirror. Even if it is as strong as a dead bird, it can only be stuck in the last link between the third and fourth steps.
"I'm curious, on the entire human scale, how many people have reached the fourth step now?"
"I can probably count the number of people who are higher than you in your organization on one hand."
After telling the dead bird that his breathing was already a little hurried, Sun Ping'an raised a new question.
In fact, Sun Ping'an's words were not very sarcastic, but it was precisely this method of laying out the facts that the other party could not bear that could penetrate the other party's defenses in the simplest and most direct way.
Even if the other party is a suicidal bird, he is not immune.
“Has the red-tailed hawk reached step four?”
"Or should we say, Bald Sea Wither, Wrinkled-faced Vulture, or Emperor Penguin?"
"How long have you been preparing for this book?"
"One year, two years, or three years?"
Sun Pingan's voice was far away and near at times, like an erratic ghost, or like flies buzzing around the ears of a dead bird. Those voices not only contained verbal stimulation, but also contained spiritual attacks from the old man. , the power of mental skills was mixed into these voices by the old man, turning the eloquent conversation into a harsh noise.
"Shut up, old man. If you think you can trap me, don't do these off-the-chart tricks."
The death bird was disturbed by these sounds, but she couldn't go around the wilderness to attack Sun Pingan's body. She could only cheer up and endure the torture of the noise while continuing to move towards the endless road. The sky continues to run.
Sun Pingan's verbal attacks continued.
"Whether it's a black cat or a white cat, any cat that catches mice is a good cat."
"Speaking of which, I still have a question."
"In the past three years, you have located and captured time-travelers to analyze the Divine Book for you a total of six times. The first five activities were the same as this one, and they were all destroyed by the Qing Dynasty. But I don't think you have such a plan. Such a big reaction.”
"Why is it that this time in the third year, for the conversion ceremony of a middle-level manager, he is actually willing to mobilize almost all the senior management with great fanfare?"
"If my perception is correct, all the senior officials except you and Jay Ya are trying to stop Principal Zhao in the sky."
"Red-tailed buzzard, bald eagle, wrinkled-faced vulture, emperor penguin, plus six senior thugs who are slightly lower than you..."
"Is it because you are sure of victory this time?"
"Or is it because something forces you to go all out, otherwise the entire organization will be in trouble?"
The running footsteps of the death bird suddenly stopped.
"I finally know who Seagull learned his bad talk from. What an annoying old guy you talk to!"
She cursed and spat, then took out a pink mobile phone from her arms and shouted at the phone screen:
"Morpheus! How long are you going to play me on the sidelines?"
"Where's your big sniper? Where's the cooperation that Digital Miracle promised?!"
Sun Pingan's heart suddenly thumped on the podium.
Digital miracle? Human scales and digital wonders teaming up?
"You are lying to me. There is an irreconcilable conflict between you and the Miracle Presbyterian Church. Even from the perspective of the organizational purpose of Human Balance, there is absolutely no reason for you to cooperate with Digital Miracle."
The suicidal bird showed a sarcastic expression.
"So, the old guy who is in charge of the Qing Dynasty is really pedantic."
"Who told you that we can't cooperate if our purposes are inconsistent with each other?"
"In order to pursue that ultimate justice, who is there that the human scale cannot cooperate with?"
"If it can overturn the rule of the Qing Dynasty, what possibilities are there that the Miracle Elders are unwilling to fight for?"
"Morpheus! Stop acting! Shoot!"
"Even a strong person in the late stage of the mind realm cannot cover his mind realm a hundred meters away. If you shoot from your position, the bullet will not be affected by the wilderness of thousands of miles!"
Under Sun Pingan's white hair, his calm expression made waves for the first time.
The dead bird found out! She discovered the weakness of Wanli Wasteland!
Even if everyone in the entire large reporting hall is covered in Chi Chi Tianya's mind, and everyone in the reporting hall is tens of thousands of meters away from each other, as long as someone makes a remote call from outside the range of this mind, Attack, thousands of miles of wilderness, to that person, is equivalent to non-existence!
If there really is a sniper named Morpheus holding a large sniper outside the large reporting hall or even on the roof of the building two hundred or three hundred meters away, for this sniper, the large reporting hall will still be It's just an ordinary large lecture hall!
"The Indestructible King of the Great Village"
A drop of cold sweat ran down Sun Pingan's forehead.
Almost at the same time as he was sweating, he heard the synthesized sound coming from the other end of the pink phone, and after the magnetic synthesized sound, there was a thunderous gunshot.
"Morpheus, got it."
The gun went off.
The sound of gunfire spanned the entire lecture hall, resounded in every corner of the wilderness, and resounded in the ears of all teachers and students below the stage.
The gunshots came from outside the large reporting hall.
The high-speed rotating bullets passed through the high windows of the large lecture hall and screamed towards the podium.
The color of the bullet was dark green. To be more precise, it was a black, slender bullet. The bullet roared and was wrapped in a dark green digital tail flame.
Countless dark green zeros and ones slid from the bullet head to the tail of the bullet, and then dragged out slender horizontal lines in the air cut by the bullet, like a strange meteor.
Sun Pingan's penis widened in shock.
With a reaction force of A, he briefly captured the direction of the bullet's movement——
That bullet was not shot at himself, nor was it shot at Wang Dazhuo!
That bullet was heading straight for Zhao Haiyang to break through the air!
The purpose of the human scale calamity field is to become a god, but what the digital miracle wants to do is to kill the god with one shot!
They wanted to take advantage of the fact that Zhao Haiyang was unable to react in time, so they shot Zhao Haiyang in the head!
