Chapter 85 (2/2)

The damage to the insect is not linear and proportional. With more and more ”self” being attacked, the damage to the soul increases geometrically, and the law of causality traces back to the source, which has a significant impact on the soul ontology in high dimension.

As time went by, the first endurance war turned into the war of will, and finally, the battle of honor and dignity.

It's difficult to get away from the tiger. Both sides have made a real move.

The longest rest time since the beginning of the war was broken again.

There are three insects on their fingertips, and their bodies are slightly folded and windmills are spinning.

Each insect bites a thread of ghost in its mouth, chicken, dog and monkey. With the rotation, the insect weaves them into a rope. And pull the rope out slowly.

She just silently bears the pain of soul separation and accumulates the final strength.

Gazing at the wonderful world like whirlpool at her fingertips, she suddenly laughed, as mysterious as Mona Lisa, as deep as mahakaya.Thumb gently close, point to the vortex, two forces, forming a closed loop.

Outside the sky, Sanskrit comes.

”You are eliminated.”

Boom!

The little universe broke out.

The creation class explosion is only in the square inch, only a few thoughtful bystanders.

The world on your fingertips is in dynamic balance.

The expressions on both sides were strange.

The face of eliminated Lang is expressionless, and gradually turns to thorough understanding and release.

The cunning and cruel nature of the Millennium Bug suddenly turned into wisdom and bright.

They forget everything, like the snipe and clam in dispute, the rabbit chasing, the water and fire that can't be tolerated.

Time is strange to them, too.

Between that square inch, the eternal state is maintained, and the worm in the body and space of eliminated Lang is gradually decayed.

It turns into fly ash.

This is enough to be recorded in the history of the low dimension against the super dimension, quietly came to an end.

It's a pity.

But this is what happens in the world.

Ivy looked at the dust in his palm, crying and laughing.

At the last moment, he inhaled the soul into the sea of knowledge, and the soul was like a kite string, drawing on the cocoon of light constantly winding in the distance.

He's going to make a tough decision now.

In this world, the short and unyielding time flashed in my mind like a fleeting moment.

Don't be so powerless, cry like a weak man!

I want to be a strong man and dominate my life!

Even if you can't hold the throat of fate, you have to hold on to its G8!

Free soul! awaken!

Unswerving persistence!

All right, after the chicken soup, we'll take action.

All the soul black holes in the sea of knowledge are divided into two columns. They are as serious and forbidden as soldiers.

At the critical moment, no one dares to be a little naughty.

The soul line is still floating, it seems to be away from the sea space with the light cocoon.

The first black hole is nailed on it, and it rotates and accelerates gently. It absorbs and drags wisps of soul breath, as if to say:

”stay for another two days, brother. Look at the unique scenery here. Here we are all here.”

When the second black hole is nailed, the thread of soul seems to feel bad, accelerating the escape speed.

Ivy doesn't keep it. The third, the fourth It's getting faster and faster.