Chapter 2209: 2209
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Deep in memory
A cold, dark deep space of the universe, I don't know how far away the region is, and I don't know how old the end is. An endless and brilliant Star River hangs.
In addition to this ancient star river, it is an invisible dark deep space.
In the Star River, near the extreme edge, nine planets are suspended in turn. It seems that the deepest blue stars are covered.
It remains unchanged for thousands of years, calm and dead.
One day.
In the deep space of the distant universe, an elegant young man in a white tuxedo and a bowler hat set foot on the gorgeous Star River and fell over the blue stars surrounded by nine stars.
Not long after, another handsome young man in a white robe came and set foot over the blue stars.
Both of them are looking at the blue life stars in the distance.
"The last existence of Kyushu proves that you lost this game!"
Young people in white tuxedos make a sound, full of elegance and calmness.
"Who said I lost!"
"I never said there was only you and me in the gambling game."
"Supreme Taoist friend, chaotic Taoist friend, haven't you come out yet?"
The young man in white war robe stood with his hands on his back, and then looked at the eternal deep space and made a sound, as if everything was full of self-confidence.
"Two Taoist friends, the old Taoist is polite!"
In the distant deep sky and endless darkness, an old man riding a green bull appeared.
"Gambling, we all lost!"
At the same time, another young man in black appeared, but his face was full of peace.
"Amitabha!"
"Benefactors, I'm polite. We all lost!"
"Our layout and calculation, but in the end no one got, only this last proof of existence."
"How many splendid civilizations have been born in this ancient Kyushu, and how many amazing Tianjiao have existed. If you give them time, maybe everyone can get rid of it."
An old monk also appeared slowly. The vast and endless golden light of merit seemed to reflect a dark deep space.
"Supreme master, chaos, Fuhuang, Sakyamuni, I have not failed."
"You lost!"
"Dare another game."
The young man in the white tuxedo roared into the deep space, stirring up terrible ripples, as if he could annihilate the universe at the first thought.
"Amitabha!"
"Watercourse friend, why are you persistent and stop here?"
"You have destroyed too many civilizations and the universe, isn't it enough?"
"There are only twelve dominant positions in the world. Even if you do it again, you may not win?"
The old monk gave a Buddha's name. Obviously, he didn't want to continue fighting with him. It was a meaningless gamble.
"Waterway friends, stop! Gambling is no longer meaningful. The day after tomorrow, there is a limit. Detachment is already the limit. The king of gold has always been a legend."
The Taoist priest also made a slight noise. Obviously, this ancient gambling game was finally over.
"Don't argue. It's meaningless?"
"Unless one of us falls, no one will come to the Lord of silver."
"Even if it is the dominant sequence, it is difficult to interfere with change."
Young men in white robes are also making a voice. This gamble of countless years has made them
"There is no need to gamble. We live in the dreams of the oldest sleepers. The day of awakening is the day of our end. Appoint!"
The boy in black also spoke slowly. This terrible madness has made them unable to see any hope.
"Another game!"
"This time, none of us will intervene. I will not write the script of fate."
"With a period of 100 years and a blank period of 100 years, any of us can end up."
"The premise is that we work together to cover up all the truth and close all the secrets without our intervention. I want to see if a silver Lord can be born."
"The last game? If there is no hope, I will accept my fate?"
The young man in white tuxedo spoke out and never wanted to recognize the last game. He wanted to bet on the deadline of 100 years to give birth to a silver Lord.
"Amitabha!"
"Water donor, if today's situation is successful, we will be known by the silver Lord in the future?"
"Who will bear the cause and effect?"
The old monk shook his head helplessly. This long gamble has become the obsession of water donor. If he is not satisfied, I'm afraid there is no
"Success has cause and effect!"
"If we don't succeed, we'll all die. What's the cause and effect?"
"If we can't create a silver Lord to stop killing and looting for us, we might as well die now."
"This bureau is located in Kyushu. It is the second civilization Festival. It lasts for 100 years on the day when the queen of the seven wonders ascends the throne. It is a miracle island."
"Seven of the twelve silver masters have gone. At the other end of the sea, there is one more silver master than us. If we don't create one, we can't balance."
"Sacrifice is inevitable, but I think it's worth it to let the oldest sleepers sleep forever."
"In this war, we will come to a collective end, make our own layout, select spokesmen from your respective civilizations, and finally strangle the position of the Lord of silver."
The young people in white tuxedo are filled with endless killing opportunities. They have reached the point of doing everything. The final trend of this scene is in those 100 years.
"Brother Shui, what you said is reasonable, but don't forget the ghost of history. It's hard to put it out. Once you interfere with history again, he will come forward."
"How are you going to solve it?"
The boy in black was silent and full of incomparable peace.
"He is indeed an uncertain factor. I will solve him myself."
"As long as he dares to go there."
"Sakyamuni, he and your avatar have deep cause and effect. No matter how the layout is in the future, as long as he appears, he will encounter your avatar. Then today's memory is sealed in the deepest part of your soul. As long as he meets it, he will see it."
"Ghost of history, I know you will see this memory picture. If you don't want to die, don't interfere with the miracle island."
"If you dare to interfere, the star under my feet will be completely annihilated. You can understand it as a threat or a kind advice."
"The devil of the world, I'm finally saying, don't interfere with our layout. You can't afford this cause and effect."
The young man in white tuxedo left a very overbearing voice, which seemed to penetrate the infinite history and come to the ancient wilderness.
"Well, it's only a hundred years. The old Taoist has participated."
"Waterway friend, aren't you afraid to arouse his anger and stir up the miracle island?"
"With the old Taoist's understanding of him, he will never accept anyone's threat. Don't force him to run to the other side of the sea and take refuge in the strong enemy there."
The Supreme Master flicked the dust gently, as if his words had deep meaning.
"The ghost of history, although I don't know his origin?"
"As long as I can be the Lord of silver, I have nothing to fear."
"Don't you all want to trace that secret?"
"On the miracle Island, I just hope he doesn't want to die by himself."
"Participate?"
The young man in white tuxedo seems very confident and gives people an extremely terrible smell. The Supreme Master, chaos and famine. Sakyamuni nods one by one. It can be seen that the time of the blue stars has changed
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Deep in memory
A cold, dark deep space of the universe, I don't know how far away the region is, and I don't know how old the end is. An endless and brilliant Star River hangs.
In addition to this ancient star river, it is an invisible dark deep space.
In the Star River, near the extreme edge, nine planets are suspended in turn. It seems that the deepest blue stars are covered.
It remains unchanged for thousands of years, calm and dead.
One day.
In the deep space of the distant universe, an elegant young man in a white tuxedo and a bowler hat set foot on the gorgeous Star River and fell over the blue stars surrounded by nine stars.
Not long after, another handsome young man in a white robe came and set foot over the blue stars.
Both of them are looking at the blue life stars in the distance.
"The last existence of Kyushu proves that you lost this game!"
Young people in white tuxedos make a sound, full of elegance and calmness.
"Who said I lost!"
"I never said there was only you and me in the gambling game."
"Supreme Taoist friend, chaotic Taoist friend, haven't you come out yet?"
The young man in white war robe stood with his hands on his back, and then looked at the eternal deep space and made a sound, as if everything was full of self-confidence.
"Two Taoist friends, the old Taoist is polite!"
In the distant deep sky and endless darkness, an old man riding a green bull appeared.
"Gambling, we all lost!"
At the same time, another young man in black appeared, but his face was full of peace.
"Amitabha!"
"Benefactors, I'm polite. We all lost!"
"Our layout and calculation, but in the end no one got, only this last proof of existence."
"How many splendid civilizations have been born in this ancient Kyushu, and how many amazing Tianjiao have existed. If you give them time, maybe everyone can get rid of it."
An old monk also appeared slowly. The vast and endless golden light of merit seemed to reflect a dark deep space.
"Supreme master, chaos, Fuhuang, Sakyamuni, I have not failed."
"You lost!"
"Dare another game."
The young man in the white tuxedo roared into the deep space, stirring up terrible ripples, as if he could annihilate the universe at the first thought.
"Amitabha!"
"Watercourse friend, why are you persistent and stop here?"
"You have destroyed too many civilizations and the universe, isn't it enough?"
"There are only twelve dominant positions in the world. Even if you do it again, you may not win?"
The old monk gave a Buddha's name. Obviously, he didn't want to continue fighting with him. It was a meaningless gamble.
"Waterway friends, stop! Gambling is no longer meaningful. The day after tomorrow, there is a limit. Detachment is already the limit. The king of gold has always been a legend."
The Taoist priest also made a slight noise. Obviously, this ancient gambling game was finally over.
"Don't argue. It's meaningless?"
"Unless one of us falls, no one will come to the Lord of silver."
"Even if it is the dominant sequence, it is difficult to interfere with change."
Young men in white robes are also making a voice. This gamble of countless years has made them
"There is no need to gamble. We live in the dreams of the oldest sleepers. The day of awakening is the day of our end. Appoint!"
The boy in black also spoke slowly. This terrible madness has made them unable to see any hope.
"Another game!"
"This time, none of us will intervene. I will not write the script of fate."
"With a period of 100 years and a blank period of 100 years, any of us can end up."
"The premise is that we work together to cover up all the truth and close all the secrets without our intervention. I want to see if a silver Lord can be born."
"The last game? If there is no hope, I will accept my fate?"
The young man in white tuxedo spoke out and never wanted to recognize the last game. He wanted to bet on the deadline of 100 years to give birth to a silver Lord.
"Amitabha!"
"Water donor, if today's situation is successful, we will be known by the silver Lord in the future?"
"Who will bear the cause and effect?"
The old monk shook his head helplessly. This long gamble has become the obsession of water donor. If he is not satisfied, I'm afraid there is no
"Success has cause and effect!"
"If we don't succeed, we'll all die. What's the cause and effect?"
"If we can't create a silver Lord to stop killing and looting for us, we might as well die now."
"This bureau is located in Kyushu. It is the second civilization Festival. It lasts for 100 years on the day when the queen of the seven wonders ascends the throne. It is a miracle island."
"Seven of the twelve silver masters have gone. At the other end of the sea, there is one more silver master than us. If we don't create one, we can't balance."
"Sacrifice is inevitable, but I think it's worth it to let the oldest sleepers sleep forever."
"In this war, we will come to a collective end, make our own layout, select spokesmen from your respective civilizations, and finally strangle the position of the Lord of silver."
The young people in white tuxedo are filled with endless killing opportunities. They have reached the point of doing everything. The final trend of this scene is in those 100 years.
"Brother Shui, what you said is reasonable, but don't forget the ghost of history. It's hard to put it out. Once you interfere with history again, he will come forward."
"How are you going to solve it?"
The boy in black was silent and full of incomparable peace.
"He is indeed an uncertain factor. I will solve him myself."
"As long as he dares to go there."
"Sakyamuni, he and your avatar have deep cause and effect. No matter how the layout is in the future, as long as he appears, he will encounter your avatar. Then today's memory is sealed in the deepest part of your soul. As long as he meets it, he will see it."
"Ghost of history, I know you will see this memory picture. If you don't want to die, don't interfere with the miracle island."
"If you dare to interfere, the star under my feet will be completely annihilated. You can understand it as a threat or a kind advice."
"The devil of the world, I'm finally saying, don't interfere with our layout. You can't afford this cause and effect."
The young man in white tuxedo left a very overbearing voice, which seemed to penetrate the infinite history and come to the ancient wilderness.
"Well, it's only a hundred years. The old Taoist has participated."
"Waterway friend, aren't you afraid to arouse his anger and stir up the miracle island?"
"With the old Taoist's understanding of him, he will never accept anyone's threat. Don't force him to run to the other side of the sea and take refuge in the strong enemy there."
The Supreme Master flicked the dust gently, as if his words had deep meaning.
"The ghost of history, although I don't know his origin?"
"As long as I can be the Lord of silver, I have nothing to fear."
"Don't you all want to trace that secret?"
"On the miracle Island, I just hope he doesn't want to die by himself."
"Participate?"
The young man in white tuxedo seems very confident and gives people an extremely terrible smell. The Supreme Master, chaos and famine. Sakyamuni nods one by one. It can be seen that the time of the blue stars has changed
Deep in memoryA cold, dark deep space of the universe, I don't know how far away the region is, and I don't know how old the end is. An endless and brilliant Star River hangs.In addition to this ancient star river, it is an invisible dark deep space.In the Star River, near the extreme edge, nine planets are suspended in turn. It seems that the deepest blue stars are covered.It remains unchanged for thousands of years, calm and dead.One day.In the deep space of the distant universe, an elegant young man in a white tuxedo and a bowler hat set foot on the gorgeous Star River and fell over the blue stars surrounded by nine stars.Not long after, another handsome young man in a white robe came and set foot over the blue stars.Both of them are looking at the blue life stars in the distance."The last existence of Kyushu proves that you lost this game!"Young people in white tuxedos make a sound, full of elegance and calmness."Who said I lost!""I never said there was only you and me in the gambling game.""Supreme Taoist friend, chaotic Taoist friend, haven't you come out yet?"The young man in white war robe stood with his hands on his back, and then looked at the eternal deep space and made a sound, as if everything was full of self-confidence."Two Taoist friends, the old Taoist is polite!"In the distant deep sky and endless darkness, an old man riding a green bull appeared."Gambling, we all lost!"At the same time, another young man in black appeared, but his face was full of peace."Amitabha!""Benefactors, I'm polite. We all lost!""Our layout and calculation, but in the end no one got, only this last proof of existence.""How many splendid civilizations have been born in this ancient Kyushu, and how many amazing Tianjiao have existed. If you give them time, maybe everyone can get rid of it."An old monk also appeared slowly. The vast and endless golden light of merit seemed to reflect a dark deep space."Supreme master, chaos, Fuhuang, Sakyamuni, I have not failed.""You lost!""Dare another game."The young man in the white tuxedo roared into the deep space, stirring up terrible ripples, as if he could annihilate the universe at the first thought."Amitabha!""Watercourse friend, why are you persistent and stop here?""You have destroyed too many civilizations and the universe, isn't it enough?""There are only twelve dominant positions in the world. Even if you do it again, you may not win?"The old monk gave a Buddha's name. Obviously, he didn't want to continue fighting with him. It was a meaningless gamble."Waterway friends, stop! Gambling is no longer meaningful. The day after tomorrow, there is a limit. Detachment is already the limit. The king of gold has always been a legend."The Taoist priest also made a slight noise. Obviously, this ancient gambling game was finally over."Don't argue. It's meaningless?""Unless one of us falls, no one will come to the Lord of silver.""Even if it is the dominant sequence, it is difficult to interfere with change."Young men in white robes are also making a voice. This gamble of countless years has made them"There is no need to gamble. We live in the dreams of the oldest sleepers. The day of awakening is the day of our end. Appoint!"The boy in black also spoke slowly. This terrible madness has made them unable to see any hope."Another game!""This time, none of us will intervene. I will not write the script of fate.""With a period of 100 years and a blank period of 100 years, any of us can end up.""The premise is that we work together to cover up all the truth and close all the secrets without our intervention. I want to see if a silver Lord can be born.""The last game? If there is no hope, I will accept my fate?"The young man in white tuxedo spoke out and never wanted to recognize the last game. He wanted to bet on the deadline of 100 years to give birth to a silver Lord."Amitabha!""Water donor, if today's situation is successful, we will be known by the silver Lord in the future?""Who will bear the cause and effect?"The old monk shook his head helplessly. This long gamble has become the obsession of water donor. If he is not satisfied, I'm afraid there is no"Success has cause and effect!""If we don't succeed, we'll all die. What's the cause and effect?""If we can't create a silver Lord to stop killing and looting for us, we might as well die now.""This bureau is located in Kyushu. It is the second civilization Festival. It lasts for 100 years on the day when the queen of the seven wonders ascends the throne. It is a miracle island.""Seven of the twelve silver masters have gone. At the other end of the sea, there is one more silver master than us. If we don't create one, we can't balance.""Sacrifice is inevitable, but I think it's worth it to let the oldest sleepers sleep forever.""In this war, we will come to a collective end, make our own layout, select spokesmen from your respective civilizations, and finally strangle the position of the Lord of silver."The young people in white tuxedo are filled with endless killing opportunities. They have reached the point of doing everything. The final trend of this scene is in those 100 years."Brother Shui, what you said is reasonable, but don't forget the ghost of history. It's hard to put it out. Once you interfere with history again, he will come forward.""How are you going to solve it?"The boy in black was silent and full of incomparable peace."He is indeed an uncertain factor. I will solve him myself.""As long as he dares to go there.""Sakyamuni, he and your avatar have deep cause and effect. No matter how the layout is in the future, as long as he appears, he will encounter your avatar. Then today's memory is sealed in the deepest part of your soul. As long as he meets it, he will see it.""Ghost of history, I know you will see this memory picture. If you don't want to die, don't interfere with the miracle island.""If you dare to interfere, the star under my feet will be completely annihilated. You can understand it as a threat or a kind advice.""The devil of the world, I'm finally saying, don't interfere with our layout. You can't afford this cause and effect."The young man in white tuxedo left a very overbearing voice, which seemed to penetrate the infinite history and come to the ancient wilderness."Well, it's only a hundred years. The old Taoist has participated.""Waterway friend, aren't you afraid to arouse his anger and stir up the miracle island?""With the old Taoist's understanding of him, he will never accept anyone's threat. Don't force him to run to the other side of the sea and take refuge in the strong enemy there."The Supreme Master flicked the dust gently, as if his words had deep meaning."The ghost of history, although I don't know his origin?""As long as I can be the Lord of silver, I have nothing to fear.""Don't you all want to trace that secret?""On the miracle Island, I just hope he doesn't want to die by himself.""Participate?"The young man in white tuxedo seems very confident and gives people an extremely terrible smell. The Supreme Master, chaos and famine. Sakyamuni nods one by one. It can be seen that the time of the blue stars has changed
