Chapter 641: Tearing the Sky

He knew it a long time ago.

The attitude of this universe toward life above level seven may not be friendly.

Every being who tries to step into the forbidden realm will be targeted by a certain cold will, and then be eroded by the power of Taoism.

Both Yuan Wuchu and Bai Mo have personally experienced this cold power.

Among the existences with seventh-level power, only Star Torch can currently escape disaster, because in essence, it has long been a program that is loyal to its mission and has no emotions.

Even if it is repeated day after day in the wild world, it will not feel bored. After the task is completed, it can also commit suicide according to the preset settings.

However, over the long running time, it seems to have gradually given birth to something called self, but this budding self seems to have not had time to evolve real emotions.

…

Bai Mo guessed that the fundamental reason why he was implicated in other people's breakthroughs was that he built a true spirit barrier as a way to avoid Taoism, and he also gave them this method of exploiting loopholes.

Although the true spirit barrier cannot completely eradicate the influence of Taoism, because in essence it only continuously heightens and strengthens the dam to withstand the world-destroying floods that are stronger than each wave.

Once the speed of heightening and reinforcement falls behind, it will eventually be carried away by a wave of floods.

But Daohua may be a stress mechanism for eliminating harmful organisms in this universe. If he interferes with the operation of this mechanism, he will naturally be counterattacked by heaven and earth.

But he didn't care.

Bai Mo never thought about escaping. If he really wanted to prevent himself from being implicated in such a mess, he would just dispatch his body once and kill all the insiders. Killing people could not solve the problem, but it could solve the people who caused the problem.

But he wanted to win this one, so he would rather stuff more Holy Adventurs into his thinking network instead of choosing the passive escape method of killing people.

If you really want to keep killing people, you will most likely end up going back to your old ways in the parallel world.

…

According to Bai Mo's estimation, the promotion probability of each level of human beings in this generation is about 20 to 1. That is to say, on average, for every twenty first-level people, a second-level person will be born, and for every twenty second-level people, a third-level person will be born. …

Use this set of models to substitute among the people on the moon, and a seventh-level person will appear out of almost a billion people.

As time goes by and the concentration level of spiritual energy decreases, the probability of promotion may gradually decrease after a few generations, but in these decades, the figure of five percent has not changed much.

Only one seventh-level person would appear among one billion, or even tens of billions of people. With the population base of the Federation, this proportion alone would not have much impact on him in the past one or two thousand years.

…

Xu Xuanling's current situation is not good.

The loss of her origin, the damage to her body, and the overdraft of her strength were all constantly consuming her life.

Blood seeped out from countless cracks in her body. At this moment, Xu Xuanling was covered in blood and wounds, like a porcelain doll about to explode.

Of course, she wouldn't die even if she was fried into minced meat, floss, meat sauce, and gravy.

For a seventh-level being whose control power reaches the molecular level, unless she can be torn into atoms, or subatomic particles smaller than atoms, the body can still recover as long as it takes time.

…

Unfortunately, the moon is too heavy.

Judging from Bai Mo's power rating, one must be at least 7-7, that is, level 77 or above, to be qualified to compete head-on with a small planet like the moon.

At this time, she still needs time to accumulate. Now, even if she tries her best, she can't stop the wild dog like the moon.

…

"It's almost time." Bai Mo calculated the time in his mind.

If nothing unexpected happens in one minute, Mars and the moon will stage a great collision, and an explosion far more violent than the destruction of Phobos and Deimos by Sunfire half a year ago is about to occur.

But now he was going to take it as an accident.

Bai Mo's body began to swell.

The originally slow cycle of destruction and regeneration was broken, and a new cycle emerged.

Every second his body would be destroyed by the violent spiritual energy of the River of Sunfire, and then regenerated intact the next second.

His figure became overwhelming in this cycle of death and rebirth.

Seven seconds later, he was larger than Teach's monster.

Fifteen seconds later, his size exceeded the giant transformed by Ying Huo.

Thirty seconds later, Yinghuo found that he could no longer reach his knees after jumping up.

"The instant rebirth of thirty projections, the people who occupy the entire earth are willful." Tiqi couldn't help but sigh when he looked at Bai Mo's extremely extravagant use of spiritual energy.

A normal sixth-level transcendent would feel like his body was being hollowed out if he separated two to three projections at once. Playing with the projections like Bai Mo, making a new projection every second, is simply unthinkable. think.

"It turns out it's really you..."

The white ink that was gradually covered by spiritual energy and turned into a light person reminded Tiqi of the incident more than thirty years ago.

Almost the same light person.

Teach still clearly remembers that with just a touch of light, the Ghost King, who was entrenched in the ruins of thirty-one cities around the world and was powerless even with nuclear bombs, was evaporated into the world.

To this day, although he only needs one move to kill these ghost kings, he still has to do it one by one, and it is still beyond his power to kill them all at the same time.

"He's not me."

At this moment, Bai Mo, who was in the light-man mode, seemed to be able to hear what Tiqi was thinking.

"Then who is he?"

"A fellow man."

"..."

…

"Ten seconds left." The monster transformed by Tiqi used the four pairs of compound eyes on its back to stare at the towering electric giant.

Bai Mo's upper body had completely penetrated into the atmosphere of Mars. The flow of charged particles from the sun above the atmosphere was disturbed by the sudden impact and began to crackle into the giant's body.

However, the impact of this charged particle was not as fast as the regeneration speed of the white ink projection, so he simply ignored it.

…

"Tear!" Although sound could not be transmitted in a vacuum, his action made everyone who saw this scene imagine the same sound.

He inserted his ten fingers deep into the atmosphere, and then pulled outward with all his strength with both hands!

The atmosphere that originally enveloped the land of Mars was abruptly torn open with a hole nearly a thousand kilometers long.

The atmosphere that was forcibly injected with kinetic energy kept squeezing everything around it, and in an instant, a planet-wide high-altitude storm was set off.

Mars is like an eye that slowly opens its eyelids, and Bai Mo is the pupil that looks directly at the approaching moon!