"Such an ability... is 'Ao'ao'. Of course, translated into your language, it is a bridge!"
"Their ability is very dangerous. It can connect two unrelated things through a special 'bridge', making them equal in every aspect." Cao Zhe's left hand side has just recovered from its original state. , turned into the wonder of the Bishel Stone, explained to Cao Zhe why that grain of sand has as much weight as the world.
"Connect and then average?"
"I think there should be restrictions! For example... there are two things that you must have personal contact with." Cao Zhe said.
Qi Qi said: "Maybe! But I don't think so."
"Equilibrium, conservation...these are things that constrain your cognition. I think you should open your mind and be more open-minded."
"Equilibrium and conservation belong to your cognition and your rules. It may not be universal, nor may it be effective."
Cao Zhe shook his head: "No! I think it's just the opposite."
Knowledge and rules are unlimited!
Even if there is only one world.
Because change is constant.
So as an individual traveling within countless rules.
Use your own rules and criteria to measure, frame, and limit all changes. That is true freedom.
Qi Wan and Cao Zhe are in different realms and have different perspectives. Naturally, their views on the same thing are very different.
In the world of the lantern race, the oil lamps used the flames of thousands of lights to protect the 'phantom' surroundings of the lantern race incarnated by Cao Zhe.
When the sand attached to the weight of the world falls.
The fire that could burn everything and the light that passed through everything actually looked like it was collapsing.
The oil lamp is very powerful, but it is not powerful enough to carry the world alone.
He could only try his best to divert.
Move the sand that was originally targeting Cao Zhe to a position that deviates from its original trajectory.
One after another, the Deng Clan rushed forward selflessly.
They are using their bodies and their last burning to resist the attack of that grain of sand.
They want to protect the light of their race.
Burn this ray of hope into a more distant tomorrow.
Death is something to be feared at any time.
But at this moment, they all have more important beliefs.
Shaking lamps, boiling lamp oil, crushed sparks, and cracked light... are scattered everywhere in sight.
Like a pair of ruthless iron palms, it strangled the throats of many spectators.
This competition that originally took place in the world of the Lantern Clan was not considered a popular event.
The number of contestants who chose to watch was not particularly high.
However, due to Cao Zhe's series of operations, at least half of the contestants had chosen to cut out at least one-fifth of the screen to watch the event.
Although this was not the time for the final decisive battle, it was because of a "native" of the Deng Clan that it affected the hearts of everyone.
If the 'phantom' does not die, then the 'rise' of the lamp tribe seems to be something that can be fully expected and foreseen.
But if 'Huan' dies in this siege, then although the lamp clan has still changed its original pattern and destiny, it will be difficult for them to stand at the top of all clans just by relying on the lamp method and the lamp borrowing method. Go into the pinch position.
Click...!
The body of the oil lamp is cracking.
His simple, ordinary shell was covered with cracks.
Golden-red lamp oil, like his blood, flowed out of the cracks.
He could have dodged, ignored the grain of sand, found out who was behind the scenes, and burned them to ashes.
Although the method of bridging the race is magical, it is not unsolvable.
As a leader among lamp competitors, oil lamps should not be at such a disadvantage.
But he had to stand in front of Cao Zhe and stop this fatal threat.
Finally, when he exhausted all his strength and even burned the source of his life.
That heavy grain of sand was also deflected from its trajectory and shot elsewhere.
The 'bridge' that created this grain of sand can no longer control this trajectory and correct the error.
Because he is just a bridge.
However, the oil lamp seems to have been forgotten!
In this competition, each clan can send ten team members to participate!
The oil lamp almost boiled itself dry in order to divert away the grain of sand that contained the weight of the world.
But there were nine other grains of sand, aiming at Cao Zhe and encircling him from all directions.
The real murderous intention was revealed after the oil lamp exhausted all its strength.
When it is exposed, there is no room for it.
The pressure from the flying sand even blocked all retreat and escape routes.
The torn distance spread out to the surroundings with Cao Zhe as the center.
Even if it is just a few meters, it may take Cao Zhe nearly ten minutes to travel.
These ten minutes are too long!
Even just one minute was enough for Cao Zhe's incarnation to be crushed into slag in front of the sand that contained the weight of the world.
There is no doubt that those alien races have joined forces!
They will never sit back and watch the rise of the Lantern Tribe.
This is no longer a war, a competition!
It’s about the future, about much, much more.
The 'phantom' of the lantern tribe must die!
At this moment, many spectators thought that the Lantern Clan 'Huan' was dead!
Under the encirclement, attack and traps laid by the two major races.
What reason does he have to live?
Now Cao Zhe has to tell them... why they can live.
Cao Zhe turned the body of the palace lantern, and the oil in the lamp was also rotating rapidly.
After dozens of turns, the lamp oil was already in the lamp, forming a small eye of the storm.
At the same time, the terrifying burning power spread and revealed to the surroundings along the golden light.
The sand that carries the weight of the world, the invisible force that blocks distance.
They all become fuel that is spinning, absorbed, and ignited.
The sand is connected to the world and equalizes the weight of the world.
But it's just sand after all.
It is not the world!
When the burning ripped apart the sand and hit it, the force field attached to the outside.
The fragility of the inner core is also exposed.
Nine grains of sand were turned into ashes in just a moment.
The invisible force was also torn and shattered in the rotating burning.
The aliens who were hiding in the dark and using their methods either died from the backlash or were seriously injured and fled, daring not to try again.
In the competition arena, excited cheers erupted from the Lantern Clan area.
"As expected! As expected! An illusion is an illusion!"
"How can a phantom that can create lamp magic and borrow lamp magic be weak?"
"He doesn't need protection, he himself is strong." The lantern clan cheered, shining the lights above their heads, weaving beautiful neon lights in their area.
The cheers of the lamp tribe were in sharp contrast to the silence in many areas.
There are eight teams in the world of the Lantern Clan.
Ignore the Deng Clan.
The human team destroyed three teams first and eliminated the weak ones.
Mo Teng was also beaten down to only two hidden members. After losing the mysterious blessing, they were no longer important.
Now Cao Zhe's outbreak has wiped out the two clans in an instant, greatly reducing their combat power.
In other words, battlefield competition seems to be able to determine the outcome.
Human race or lamp race, nothing else.
And with the current situation, in the eyes of a large number of living beings, the growth of the Deng Clan has become unstoppable.
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