Chapter 911: Goodbye Old Friend

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Seeing the brilliant silvery fluid that was unconsciously moving on the ground, Song Ziyu's mind suddenly became clear.

Polymers should never have been a product of this era!

If we were to describe it in terms of technological capabilities, this kind of shock would be like giving aircraft carrier blueprints to chimpanzees still in the tree, and then they unexpectedly create an aircraft carrier!

Is such a thing possible?

is it possible?

Now it all makes sense!

The so-called polymers are nothing but gifts from future life.



The battle in the sky continues.

The man in black holding the sword was fighting to the death with a real dragon that was dozens of times his size. This was truly a dragon-slaying warrior.

Because the viewing angle provided by the space crack is not very large, the battle that Song Ziyu can see only presents about 23% of its entire appearance.

But the sense of oppression and power displayed by these 23% already frightened Song Ziyu.

This kind of terrifying pressure is enough to bring destruction to the world!

Thinking of this, Song Ziyu did not dare to neglect and pulled Zhou Ning back again and again.

But at this moment, something strange happened in the sky!

The swordsman in black, who was in the middle of a fierce attack, was suddenly hit by a sudden silver light, and half of his body was shattered.

This sudden injury caught the black-clothed swordsman off guard and he was severely injured.

At this time, another figure appeared.

This figure composed of green light can be seen with countless flowing "zeroes" and "ones", which is clearly the embodiment of data.

The fluid gradually stabilized, and the image of a man with a jade tree facing the wind appeared in the sky.

This man's clothes were fluttering and he was in a trance, as if he was relegated to an immortal.

The man wore a turban, held a folding fan, and stepped on purple cloud boots. He landed on the real dragon. When the real dragon saw the man, it was like the snarling Teddy finally saw his master, and his arrogance became even more arrogant. .

On the other hand, the swordsman in black, whose upper half was shattered, did not die as a result.

The swordsman's shattered body gradually began to reorganize.

Seeing this scene, Song Ziyu was not surprised.

Powerful humans have probably transcended the shackles of life and become another form, or a structure in name only.

Before Song Ziyu could think too much, the black-clothed swordsman's body had returned to its original appearance. However, at a level that Song Ziyu could not see, the black-clothed swordsman's originally very thick and substantial body had become slightly hollow. change.

This degree of blur is impossible to see clearly with the naked eye.

Only at the microscopic level, or at the index of energy level, can we get the exact concept of change of this degree.

But the swordsman in black and the man with the folding fan and scarf knew it.



"Wangsun Lu, you are injured."

The man in white clothes looked at the swordsman in black with an inexplicable smile on his face.

The black-clothed swordsman's face was tough and as cold as before. Hearing this, he just said slowly: "Zhuo Erchen, you are a traitor to mankind. Apart from sneak attacks from behind, do you have no other abilities?"

"Lü Wangsun, no matter what you say, you can't change the fate of everything that will be judged at the end of time... I am different from you. You know the destiny and still have to resist, but I know the destiny and know how to adapt. Destiny." Zhuo Erchen sneered and said: "Under Master Panzu's calculations, thousands of planes will eventually return to one point, and only by restarting the source point can the chaotic timeline be straightened out."

"You actually listened to a machine made by humans! It's really ridiculous." The black-clothed swordsman Lu Wangsun shook the long sword in his hand, and then pointed the blade at the white-clothed warrior Zhuo Erchen: "Stop talking nonsense, today You can’t kill me, but I can kill you!”

Zhuo Erchen, a scholar in white, said loudly: "Prince Lu, you must see your destiny clearly! To this world, you and the resisters like you are actually the source of the collapse of this world. You are like viruses, It all needs to be cleaned up.”

"Then it's the same for you. You won't be able to escape the fate of being purged in the end!" Lu Wangsun, the swordsman in black, said coldly.

"What's wrong with being cleansed? This world is too dirty and should have been cleaned long ago."

As the saying goes, it is enough to say nothing without speculation.

The communication between the two parties was fruitless, so they took action directly again. This time, the killing was so complete that the sky was dark and the earth was dark!

The swordsman in black, Lu Wangsun, is really very powerful. With one against two, he was able to suppress the liquid dragon and the warrior in white, Zhuo Erchen, and could only defend.

But the outcome of a battle of this level is obviously not something that can be determined in a short while.

The two sides were going back and forth, shattering the void in front of Song Ziyu.

At this moment, a big hand suddenly appeared in the sky!

The big hand looked haggard, a state only experienced by old age.

But this big hand that appeared through time and space seemed to have a suffocating pressure.

His hands were as big as the sky and the sky, and he came down hard, grabbing the neck of the liquid dragon who was doing rampant evil.

It is said that a snake has seven inches, and so does a real dragon!

The neck was pinched, and most of the real dragon's brute strength was instantly wasted.

It’s mysterious to say the least!

The liquid dragon, which could have been so unpredictable that the black-clothed swordsman Lu Wangsun could kill him, didn't even have the strength to struggle in front of this withered hand.

In just the blink of an eye, the liquid dragon was forcibly refined in his big hands.

"Ah! King of Immortality, is it you? Are you not dead?"

When Zhuo Erchen, a scholar in white, saw this scene, his face was panicked. He didn't care to tangle with Lu Wangsun, the swordsman in black, and turned into a gleam of light and disappeared.

But the liquid dragon that was left behind turned into a silver pill in his withered hands.

The battle came to an abrupt end.



Song Ziyu looked at the sky with an incredible expression on his face.

Excited, delighted, trembling!

All sorts of emotions came to mind.

"King of Immortality!"

Song Ziyu roared loudly towards the sky.

Song Ziyu knew that the god enshrined in Qianxiang Temple was probably here.

Once you find him, you can find your way back.

So Song Ziyu was unwilling to give up this opportunity.

I don’t know where the courage comes from!

Song Ziyu exhausted what he had learned in his life and used the space magic power he had mastered. He stepped forward and rushed towards the crack in space!

However……

Things went counterproductive...

When Song Ziyu tried to get close to this broken void, he found that everything was in vain.

Those images seem to be in front of him, but maybe they are thousands of miles away, maybe they are not in this time and space at all, maybe they don't exist at all.

One's own efforts cannot overcome the barriers of dimensions.

This made Song Ziyu feel a little desperate for no reason.