Chapter 725： This hatred will never end!

"How, do you want to try?"

Tavel Yat Umr’s voice is erratic, like the seductive and degenerate devil in Faust: “Whether it is the past, present, or future, it contains the ultimate answer to all things in the world, and the logic of thinking that transcends all cognition. The knowledge of the infinite dimensions of the extreme universe, as long as you want to know, you can easily know it when you step into this portal."

The answer to everything, the ultimate of everything.

I have to say that this condition he proposed is indeed very tempting to Lord.

For a moment, there was a strong impulse in his heart, he wanted to step into the door and pursue his own answer.

There are many answers he wants to know, and he can't figure it out for a while.

What is the Spirit King Development System? Was it from the hands of the original Spirit King? What role does he play in it?

What is the truth about the battle for heaven? Where are the twin flowers? Why did the dead God help him?

What kind of connection does the chaotic time-space line mentioned by the TVA Space-Time Administration have to do with him?

Why will Lord Lord Lord of the future become like that?

Questions such as these are like heavy mountains, sometimes weighing him out of breath.

was pushed step by step to today, he wanted to know too many answers.

If there is an opportunity to let people know all the answers, there must be many people who are willing to give their lives even if they know that the final outcome is death. The old saying that death can be done at night is referring to this. condition.

But unfortunately... he can't do that.

The answers to these questions are important, but he does not want to be a sacrificer.

"I reject."

Lord sighed softly, seeming to spit out all the depression in his chest: "I will pursue the answer myself, no matter how difficult the process is, even if the final answer is not what I wanted, I will not step into it. That door half step."

"If you are worried that there is something threatening your life behind the door, then you can rest assured." The erratic silhouette of Tavel Yat Umr, moved a half step forward, said in a seductive voice. : "There won't be any danger, it's like this for you."

Lord still shook his head, the cold color in his eyes indicated that he rejected his proposal.

"I don't understand! I can't understand!"

Tavel Yat Umr was a little bit sulky, and the erratic silhouette shook violently, and was suddenly stretched dozens of times, like a towering mountain, exuding an invisible aura: "Obviously there are faster shortcuts. Knowing the answers to everything in the world, why do you refuse?"

"The reason is actually very simple."

Lord slowly raised his arm, the pitch-black blade haunting a ray of killing intent, and pointed at Tavel At Umr: "I neither intend to believe your words, nor do I intend to let you step out of here alive. Step, the so-called answer...it doesn't matter now!"

"You will regret this!"

Tavel Yat Umr’s voice contained a hint of threat: "If you miss this opportunity, you may regret it for the rest of your life."

"so what?"

In the depths of Lord's eyes, there was a look of firmness gleaming.

Perhaps as he said, if he missed this time, he would lose a lot and regret it all his life.

But even if he will never get an answer in the future, his will will not be shaken at all, that is to kill the guy in front of him!

"Lord!!!"

Tavil Yat Umr let out an angry roar, and faded away the kind and benevolent hypocritical appearance, like a behemoth that chooses people to eat, and opened up the slimy teeth and the evil and cold ashes. The fog suddenly boiled and burst, and the coercion came over like a mountain whistling a tsunami.

Waves of torrential coercion set off a wave of anger and forced Lorde back several tens of meters.

When he raised his head again, he saw Tavel At Umr rise from the boulder pedestal, his erratic, ghostly figure, condensed into a huge entity in an instant, one clothed in A strange figure in a gray-white robe.

"I have never seen someone as stupid as you."

"The opportunity to pry into the origin of everything is here, but I would rather give up everything for a woman."

Tavier Yat Umr lowered his eyes and looked down at Lord below, annoyed at his stupidity and ignorance.

After a brief moment of silence.

Lord's pupils seemed to be ignited by a blazing fire, bursting out with red gold-like lava light.

The trembling wave of Rei-pressure slapped the void in all directions, making huge thunderous noises. The entire underground space structure was shaking violently, and dozens of deep gullies appeared every minute and every second, all over the top of the rock cave. Every corner of the.

The earth is collapsing, and this deep cave will soon be completely buried.

"Nonsense, is it over?"

The man's red-gold eyes are bright and dazzling in the gray mist, like two blazing days.

The eyes of the two collided together, and the surging soul power entangled each other, directly triggering a huge turbulent sonic boom, which was originally in the underground cave on the edge of the collapse, and instantly accelerated the process of this destruction. The torrential rain fell, and magma gushed out from the depths of the earth, emitting a scorching smell of sulfur.

Tavier Yat Umr trembled inexplicably, and the sight of this man actually shocked him.

Different from what he had seen before, the anger and rage in these eyes seemed to be completely concealed, replaced by indifferent and cold, not mixed with useless emotions, which seemed to contain the boundless galaxy.

At a moment when he was in a trance, the man stepped out, and the pitch-black blade slashed.

Yaqianliu·Kendo·Huangquan!

Cut out with all his strength, without any mercy.

At the moment Lord stepped to draw his sword, the whole body was surging with spiritual pressure, like endless rays of light that caused the stars to fall to the ground, a terrifying aura like the eruption of a sea tide, and an indescribable horrible aura wrapped around the pitch-black blade.

锵——! ! !

The dark light of the knife cut through everything in front of him, and immediately swept the billowing storm.

Like thousands of swords blasting in unison, the cold and sharp blades roared through the air, and the rock walls within thousands of miles under the ground were split with a single knife, as if the world’s largest East African rift has spread from the ground several thousand meters deep. Surface.

Tavel Yat Umr was cut in half by a knife.

However, the next moment He recovered again, roaring like fright, the strange sound waves reaching the depths of his mind as if thousands of people were wailing, the sharp and piercing voice, like a root burning red The soldering iron was inserted into the brain and stirred frantically.

"You—damn it!"

Tavier Yat Umr, who has never been hurt, stretched out a hand from his gray robe in anger, and the scaly armors were arranged tightly, showing a grayish white as death. There are countless barnacle-like holes hidden under the armor.

"Meeting again...the incomplete god!"

At the moment when he saw that arm, Lord suddenly stood there for a moment, and then let out a long breath: "Come and taste the gift I specially prepared for you..."

buzzing--

The wind and cloud changed color for a moment, and the billowing air surging.

There is a sense of coldness and sadness, inexplicably flooding the heavens and the earth, and people can't help crying and mourning.

When hatred reaches its extreme, it is the ultimate grief that should arise.

It is not only a kind of emotion, but also a kind of kendo, and it is a reflection of his soul.

"This sword is for Neksia."

Lord's voice slowly fell, and with the mighty sword intent flooding the world, he cut out a trembling sword from the sky: "This hatred will last forever. If you don't cut the gods, you will not return!"

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