Chapter 1171

When the light of transmission dissipated, Su Ming found that the situation in the temple of knowledge was slightly different from what he had imagined.

Rows of bookshelves soar into the sky, while the ground is full of books and scrolls, almost no place for people to settle down.

These are the stories of the gods, which record their origin, growth, fall, as well as their happiness and sadness.

Compared with the dimension demons, the second generation gods are closer to human beings. They have stronger desires and more intuitive feelings than human beings. They will be happy and sad, and they seldom cover up. This is the reason why Su Ming doesn't hate them very much.

It's not annoying to the test object.

Although many of the gods despise mortals because of their own strength, but once you show their strength, they think it's super fast. They are very aware of the current situation, and their long life has given them extraordinary wisdom.

However, many gods have not changed their chances of appeasement after finding that the butcher of gods is not easy to be provoked. The gods that are sought by ger are basically eaten by black sword.

The temple of knowledge sounds very tall, but in fact it is equivalent to the household registration center of all the ancient gods and the second generation gods in the universe. If you want to find some rare magic or advanced technology, you will come to the wrong place. There are no those here, only a variety of stories.

The fire in the building is not big. Even if the Secretary and scroll are ignited, the burning speed is far lower than that of ordinary paper.

They smell good when they burn, and they have a kind of ink aroma.

"God, Space folding technology?" PIM sighed, and his ant's head went round and round, praising the special environmental technology.

Each bookshelf here looks like a skyscraper. The bookshelves and the gaps between them constitute a city as big as New York. There are more books here than stars in the universe, but the whole building is not so big from the outside.

Su Ming knows that this is an occupational disease, but PIM has a look. It is impossible to understand the Space folding technology based on the current technology of human beings.

A primitive man saw that the spaceship had nothing to do except exclamation. It was impossible for him to fly into the sky.

"There are people fighting over there."

The strangulation sensed the vibration, and it transmitted the message silently into the host's mind.

"That way, go!" Su Ming didn't doubt the hanging, so he let his cloak fly to the other side.

Through rows of bookshelves, over stacks of books, the flame slowly spread, and from time to time there are sporadic symbionts climbing down from the dark place, just like a licker in the biochemical crisis.

Su Ming is separated from the team of several people, but it is enough to have monak take care of the new people.

He turned a corner and saw a thin old man pounding the head of a symbiont with a huge book.

The symbiont is not afraid of puncturing and chopping, but it is generally resistant to blunt hammering. Such violent shocks occur on the head, which can not be withstood by ordinary offspring.

The old man seems thin and weak, but listening to the thunder like sound of the strike, we can know that his strength is about 100 tons at each stroke. If the enemy were not symbiotic, he would have died long ago and might have been hit on the ground.

The old God, with a fierce face and a blue robe dyed with blood, was playing with monsters and saying rubbish in an elegant and easy-going manner. The universal translator was not able to translate its meaning completely, but the main idea was that he was greeting the immediate relatives of the enemy, saying that he would poke stars into the chrysanthemums of their mother bodies.

Su Ming knew at a glance that the symbiont wanted to run for his life, surrounded by flames, and it had no desire to fight.

It really made the mistake, because the old man was bald, Mediterranean baldness, with a fire on his head and long white hair flying in the wind. There are two pairs of transparent wings on the back, which looks like dragonflies.

The old man may be the goblin God from which planet, so Su Ming decided to call him the old goblin for short.

Seeing that the old man was in no danger, he had a place to ask for information. Su Ming hung on one side, stroking and laughing: "sure enough, the bald man added a blow. The ancients did not deceive me."

The old demon spirit didn't look back. It was like using a big book to shoot the enemy for 80 yuan. He didn't stop for a second: "you have time to talk sarcastic. Bang! Why don't you give the old man a hand, bang! Don't you see I can't kill it? Bang

"What good can I do for you?" Su Ming is still floating up and down with his arm in his arms, taking the opportunity to discuss a condition.

"This is the temple of knowledge. You come here either to escape, bang! Or seek knowledge, bang! It's not like running for your life, bang! So as the knowledge Temple administrator, I have all the knowledge you need, bang

"Well, well, it's ok if you shoot it with a book. Why do you dub it in your mouth? "Bang" every time Su Ming slowly drew out the big sword at night and let x metal flow to the blade: "the output depends on roar? Are you the legendary Dr. bang bangThe movements of the old goblin's hands stopped for a moment, and his mouth opened and closed tightly. The symbiont immediately wanted to escape, but he stepped on it with his feet and patted again: "what God are you? The God of cold jokes? All the conditions have been agreed. Will you help me or not? "

Su Ming rolled his eyes and staggered out of the old goblin's back. The huge sword in his hand just inserted it into the symbiont. The strangulation flowed down the sword like a waterfall. In a flash, the symbiont on the ground disappeared.

He took the sword and put it on his shoulder. He shook his head at the old goblin: "I am the death knell, the supreme mage from the earth of the solar system."

It didn't waste much time to clean up the enemies in the library. After the fire, most of the symbionts ran away. Su Ming probably swept around, and monak and two other people came.

At this time, the old goblin was standing the huge book on the ground, sitting on it panting, the wrinkles on his face were crowded together, and he was very tired.

"Cough, damned symbiosis, damned Geer, they don't know how important the information here is, who's not good to parasitize, the madman... It's not to say that you, although rare symbiotic hosts can leave the parent planet, there are still hundreds of them in the universe."

Su Ming shrugged. It's no surprise that the symbiont race has a large base, and as parasites, they spread very quickly.

While listening to the old goblin swearing, he bent down to pick up some books and scrolls, and beat out the flames on them with his hands.

In addition to the stories of gods, the most common stories are the stories of planets. Whether the planets in the universe are formed naturally or artificially, whether their results are sustained prosperity or destruction, they will be recorded here.

Not every God has the ability to create planets and life. Many gods want to shape their own planets, but their families do not have that power.

The Almighty city has a common hall of creation. There are ways left by the dawn gods 10 billion years ago. Any God can use it to shape his own planet like a simulator, and then put it into the universe, and then slowly cultivate its evolution and development in millions of years.

Of course, it's not free. Borrowing this wonderful device means paying a lot, such as serving the Almighty city for tens of thousands of years.

I'm afraid only God can play with this kind of thing. Will Su Ming spend millions of years squatting and waiting for the planet to take shape? If you don't pay attention to the newborn planet, will it die suddenly?

It's better to kill him. He doesn't have the patience.

Su Ming waited for a long time, but he didn't see the old goblin. He had no patience.

He took out a cigarette and put it into the goblin's mouth, and lit the fire for him: "well said, as the host of symbiosis, I have long been dissatisfied with GER. Now let's start the question and answer session, such as... Where can I kill him?"

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