Chapter 1490

Ah?

Zhang Ye is a Leng that Huo Mingwei asks, oddly looking at her, don't quite understand why she wants to ask so.

"Wife, how can you ask like this? Do you want me to..."

"I don't know, because it's your husband's business after all." Huo Mingwei shook her head and continued: "I just hope you can have your own world, husband. You don't have to be bound by others. Everything can be decided by yourself, that's all."

Ha ha!

Zhang Ye smiles slightly, nods and says:

"wife, I know you care about me, but let it go. At least on earth, I don't want to fight for power, which is not in my character. And as you know, we may not be able to stay on earth for long. Once the situation on earth is completely stable, we will leave. Even if I really rule the earth by force, what's the point? It's only a few years

"Well, husband, since you say so, I have nothing to say. I'll help you arrange the purchase of steel." Huo Mingwei stood up and walked out of the hall.

However, after Huo Mingwei left, Zhang Ye fell into deep meditation.

He did not expect, Huo Mingwei's heart also bred such an idea, really desire is a bottomless pit ah.

The higher a person's status is, the more he will want to make money. When he has no money, he will want more money. When he has more money to a certain extent, he will want freedom and power. Only absolute power can breed absolute freedom.

But Is this really good?

It is the so-called no rules, no square, if a person really has absolute power, I am afraid it will be the same out of control, just like the ancient emperor, the number of tyrants and tyrants is far more than that of the Ming emperor, why is that under the absolute power, there are too few people who really know how to set rules for themselves.

In the future, we must be alert. We must not breed such desire, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.

Think of this, Zhang Ye's emperor soul suddenly slightly shaking a few times, the whole person feels as if there is a kind of sublimation feeling, is the idea of access.

In a flash!

Before his eyes, everything was magnified infinitely, magnified, magnified again, and he saw bacteria, atoms, neutrons, quarks, but he still magnified.

Shua!

Everything in front of Zhang Ye's eyes has disappeared. Instead, they are packed with small squares. Those squares have no color. If you don't pay attention to them, they are void.

This Are they world particles?

Zhang Ye suddenly realized that he looked down at his hand, but found that the arrangement of these particles was different. Although they were closely arranged one by one, they were flowing. They should be the world particles that make up the blood.

Hiss!

I finally saw the particles of the world, ha ha, the realm of the emperor, the realm of creation, I'm finally coming.

Zhang Ye suddenly excited, constantly observing everything around, familiar with the world particle arrangement structure of these objects, and then try to control the world particles, but found that there is no way.

Huh?

What's going on?

His expression a Leng, can say to still have other what method?

Zhang Ye immediately withdrew from the micro world, frowned and thought carefully, and searched in the vast knowledge of big star art. After several hours, his eyes lit up and finally found what he wanted.

Stardust hand!

It's a kind of imperial treasure refined by soul power, which is specially used to arrange the particles of the world. Without such means, monks can't touch the particles of the world, even if they become real immortals.

It's like an ordinary person can pick up countless things, but there is no way to pick up a cell and dust with his bare hands, only with the help of other tools.

Stardust hand is a tool specially used to combine particles of the world.

"I didn't expect that it was refined by soul. Fortunately, my soul is very powerful, and I also have two spirits. It doesn't matter if I take some out."

With a smile, Zhang Ye closed his eyes and pressed his right finger on his eyebrow. He quickly pulled a wisp of soul from the emperor's soul and heaven's soul, and fused them together. Then he took out the star refining tripod from the Panlong ring, and instantly moved it to two meters high, putting that wisp of soul into it.

Boom!

A fire of stars burned in the cauldron. Zhang Ye then put some materials into the cauldron according to the refining method of xingchenshou.

Those materials were swallowed by the fire of stars, almost instantly turned into pure liquid, all impurities were burned and gasified, even without ashes.

Then, all the pure liquid began to rotate slightly, and the faster it turned, each drop of liquid was infinitely elongated, turned into a thousand threads entangled together.

Just at this time, Zhang Ye once again controlled the soul in the tripod, and threw himself into the liquid vortex. The extremely strong colorful glow appeared, and he breathed 7749 times, which made it dark.In the star refining tripod, a whirlwind like Imperial treasure was refined.

This is also the method of refining weapons in the great star art, which can complete the refining of the imperial treasure in such a short time. If it is changed to other common methods of refining weapons, this imperial treasure alone can be refined for several years.

The great astrology is worthy of three thousand avenues. It's against the sky.

"Stardust hands have become."

Zhang Ye smiles in his heart, and the emperor's treasure merges his own soul, and even saves the process of recognizing the Lord. With his divine thought, the whirlwind star dust hand immediately flies out of the star refining cauldron, turns into a streamer into Zhang Ye's eyebrow, hovers between his emperor's soul and heaven's soul, and slightly rotates.

At the same time, Zhang Ye slightly urged, a wisp of whirlwind appeared in the palm, rotating rapidly.

And he also took the opportunity to enter the micro world again, and soon saw the particles of the world.

But this time it was different. The particles in the world around him had been completely pulled by the whirlwind Stardust hand, gradually moved closer to the Stardust hand, and were constantly involved in the whirlpool of the Stardust hand.

Hey, hey!

At the bottom of the star dust hand whirlwind in his palm, the world particles began to line up with Zhang Ye's mind, and gradually formed the shape of a flying sword. The sword was three inches long, blue, cold and sharp.

Boom!

The flying sword suddenly solidified and appeared in Zhang Ye's hands.

At the same time, he felt that his knowledge of the sea was like opening the door of a new world, and his realm was climbing, and the imperial spirit in the knowledge of the sea was surging and surging.

I'm here!