Chapter 1250 Spaceship in the chaotic sea, violent mutation
Wow.
Fine tidal waves beat against the ship. It was a huge, primitive fishing boat built of mud, like a vast whale island, carrying a huge extraordinary world on its back.
In the sea of chaos, there is no distinction between the sun and the moon.
Everything is gray, with endless mist rising and falling, giving people a chaotic feeling of shadows and midnight.
"Our great Lord of the Multiverse, the cutter of time and space, the vain stranger, Your Highness Michael, lead us to conquer the Multiverse!"
In the mist, a saint spoke in a low voice on the deck.
Surrounded by tenth-level descendants stood in a queue.
They are also saints, but they are saints without a way to sit on the table.
Their expressions were complicated and excited. They knew that the great existence of their own universe had actually achieved good results in that parallel universe. They had conquered a civilization group called "Burning Disaster" and even established a seaport base to welcome them.
Extradited.
Wow.
This saint is speaking to the tenth-level descendants,
"Pursuing truth and thirsting for blood, the remains of the old universe will eventually rot into ashes. We will turn into stars and shine, ignite the universe where we are enlightened, and turn into the new holy way!"
There is a speech here, but the other saints are standing on the foggy deck fishing.
This is the deep sea of chaos. Normally, even saints would have no chance to come. Only through the long journey across parallel universes can they have the opportunity to touch the deep sea and go fishing.
Wow.
One by one the saints were chatting.
"In the depths of this chaotic sea, there are so many treasures, and you can see many unimaginable things. Below are piles of decayed iron tools, sculptures, weapons... The wreckage of the old multi-dimensional ship, the relics of the ancient world civilization,
There are too many.”
"By the way, how about ocean current control?"
A sage asked.
"Fortunately, this sea area is very calm. We should be able to sail safely." Another saint smiled, "After all, we are not only fishing with fishing rods, but also using the floating nature of fishing rods to sense the direction of chaotic ocean currents."
Although the construction of a space-time ship across the multiverse is led by multidimensional saints, it must also be constructed with the guidance of countless ordinary saints... It is a huge project.
A large ship to cross the world is actually a false universe. It needs countless rules set up by saints to circulate itself into a small universe and form the rules of the ecological universe in order to exist stably...and to cross the sea of chaos.
But to cross the Sea of Chaos, you need more than just a boat!
Not only does it require sufficient resource and power reserves, but the most important thing is to look at the ocean currents... Manpower cannot compete with heaven, even for saints.
No matter how powerful the saint is, if he does not monitor the ocean currents at all times, float along the ocean currents to save power, and go against the current, he will sooner or later run out of power and sink in the sea of chaos.
To cross the sea of chaos, luck and opportunity are indispensable.
If there is a tsunami of chaos and a huge wave of hundreds of meters emerges, no matter how powerful the multidimensional saint is, he will suffer hatred.
"There should be no problem. What's more, we only need to travel two-thirds of the voyage, and His Majesty will send a ship to meet us at the other end... In this way, our risk will be reduced too much." A saint said with a smile.
, having a response and not having a response are completely different things.
Moreover, if it is a normal stowaway, as soon as you get close to the opponent's space coast, you will inevitably be sniped and a war will break out. It will be very disadvantageous to fight in the opponent's away game.
"This is the opportunity we have been waiting for. I never imagined that Your Majesty would be able to establish a base in a different universe. All we need to do is descend, and we can become saints in that multiverse."
"Of course we are like this, but these tenth-level descendants..." Some saints smiled, "Their emotions should be excited and complicated, right?"
"It's not up to them."
A saint said coldly: "Your Majesty has made a big move this time. He has brought so many creatures across, which consumes too much! At this time, all our resources have been exhausted to build this big ship...
But even so, we can't take them back. We can only reach the destination, throw them into the sea of chaos, and go back by ourselves. Even without support, we can't go back by ourselves!"
To cross the multiverse, the main body takes a boat to approach, then gets closer, passes through the opponent's cosmic wall, puts one's own clone into it, and then returns by boat to return to one's own universe.
But these saints can certainly return after being released, but what about those thousands of incomplete saints of the tenth level?
I simply don’t have that much motivation to take them back.
The consequences, of course, are self-evident. Once their clones enter this multiverse, their original bodies will sink where they are and die in the sea of chaos.
This has been planned for a long time.
"Humph, they should be content!"
A saint said: "Their bodies are dead when they die. There is no chance anyway. But when they come to this universe to rebuild themselves, as the descendants of the former saint, they have a great chance to attain enlightenment and become a true saint."
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"They can only fight to the death."
Several saints just looked at each other, very indifferently.
This is true even among the descendants of these saints and their beloved descendants.
A very cold voice:
"This is an opportunity. Don't think that the descendants of our saints, who are born sacred and pampered, can lose their bloodiness and fighting spirit! We ourselves fought hard, and they must do the same. If we don't even have this kind of ruthlessness,
If you have no energy, you will die if you die. Rotten wood cannot be carved!" A saint said indifferently.
Wow.
While they were talking, the tide surged in the distance, and between the gray fog, a small space ship less than one-tenth of their size crossed over.
"The response is here!"
A saint's eyes lit up.
The two ships came into contact quickly.
The game clones of Little TV Zhang Tong, Qiu Mingshan, and others quickly came out.
Qiu Mingshan chuckled at the speed of the car. He was shocked when he saw this vast ship. He clasped his fists seriously and said: "Fellow saints, I have been ordered to come to meet you."
"Your Excellency, this is His Majesty's power."
Several saints saw that each other was only a ninth-level enlightened person. They knew that he was the confidant of the universe, and his status was not even inferior to that of their saints and ministers. They did not dare to neglect, and said with a smile: "You are the kind of people His Majesty said..."
Game clone?"
"Exactly."
The cars in Qiu Mingshan split apart with a crash and then came together again,
"Our current body is inside the dojo, and those who go out are game clones. We are not afraid of death... Your Excellency will do the same when you come to our universe to rebuild!"
The eyes of several saints surged, and they looked at each other, somewhat surprised by the unnatural bloodline.
"Everyone, let's stop chatting and get down to business." Qiu Mingshan drove at a fast and resolute speed.
"That's very good... All the beings on our ship will each have a clone and go to the other party's big ship. The other party will take us to sneak across." A saint began to make arrangements.
These saints themselves, and even their tenth-level descendants, quickly cut off a soul, flesh and blood clone and made it to the other party's ship.
This part of the body has no real self-imprinted soul, but when it enters the other person's universe, it will immediately produce its own soul imprint and become a true parallel universe self.
Soon, they separated their bodies and walked to each other's boat.
"In this case, let's go our separate ways." These saints smiled and said: "We control the space ship and start returning to our own universe... As for you."
Several saints looked at the thousands of tenth-level descendants and said, "It would be pitiful to leave you on the sea of chaos... Your true bodies should also go to the other party's ship and live as long as they can."
The faces of these tenth-level heirs were pale.
This is a period of delayed death. If you really go to the other party's universe, your own body will be rejected by that parallel universe, unable to enter, and you can only die on the sea of chaos.
Soon, these tenth-level heirs did not dare to resist and quickly arrived on the other side's ship.
Wow.
The two ships completed the handover, quickly turned around and moved in opposite directions.
"Saints, take a rest on the deck. We have prepared some specialties from our universe, cakes, for you." Qiu Mingshan laughed at the speed of the car and looked at these thousands of tenth-level descendants very politely.
But I was secretly surprised.
It is indeed an imperial dynasty of multi-dimensional saints, with not only a group of ordinary saints under its command, but also thousands of tenth-level descendants.
These thousands of them are all fake tenth level, but they are still tenth level!!
This is the strongest overlord under the saints. Each of them can defeat the giants of the Yuanlan Divine Realm, but now they have all been abandoned. Even he laments such a generosity!
"What kind of saints are we? We are just fake tenth-level saints with empty realms." A descendant of the tenth-level statue turned pale and shook his head. "We have been abandoned."
Qiu Mingshan looked at them and felt pitiful, but he couldn't change it.
Being born into a saint's family is both unimaginable luck and misfortune.
But they did not dare to resist, nor did they have any intention of fighting to the death, because their bodies were dead, but their parallel universe bodies entered this universe, practiced again, and might become true saints and achieve enlightenment.
"This is putting oneself to death in order to survive."
Qiu Mingshan smiled gently and said: "Everyone, you are the descendants of saints, but you are restricted by your fathers. You have great talents, but you cannot realize the Tao in your own universe. When you come here, you will have new opportunities! You are already a saint.
The fake tenth level, this time there is an opportunity to become the real tenth level. With all your talents and knowledge, how come you are unable to re-cultivate and attain enlightenment?"
The expressions of these pale-faced tenth-level saints softened slightly.
Only the powerful multi-dimensional saints of the Dao can cultivate the multi-dimensional universe... In front of us, it is indeed a great opportunity for these incomplete false saints to have this opportunity.
"Haha, if everyone can do it, our forces will be able to add thousands of saints to this universe!" Qiu Mingshan said with a smile: "This is an unprecedented change in the universe! You must know that in this universe, there are no more saints in the current generation.
There are about a thousand or so, scattered outside the chaotic sky, but we jumped up, there are thousands of them!"
All the tenth-level descendants nodded, that is indeed the case.
In a cosmic era, in such a vast universe, there are generally only a few thousand saints who can achieve enlightenment at the same time, but there are thousands of them.
The quantity is directly overwhelmed.
"Yeah yeah."
Zhang Tong also looked serious, "You are saints, equivalent to re-cultivation. You, the tenth-level descendants, are stuck! It can make thousands of saints appear in this universe era!"
Those tenth-level heirs instantly relaxed.
Qiu Mingshan's driving speed is still very understanding of people and the world. Once he calmed down and talked about building relationships, he suddenly became happy and started to return to the multiverse.
A large ship began to ferry back to its own port.
After sailing for a certain distance, suddenly.
"Aerosol?" The saints on the deck were stunned for a moment.
"This fog is too sudden. How could there be a sudden mist? Is it possible that the chaotic ocean currents have changed, and there is a precursor to a sea storm?" Old Man Hua Ya frowned.
The Huaya old man, the black-clothed saint, these beings are also responsible for responding, but they are also game quantum clones, and their true bodies are not here.
"If it's an ocean current, it would be bad. It might overturn the ship." The saint in black frowned. The torrent of the Sea of Chaos was turbulent, and the undercurrent was very scary.
Suddenly, the water around the ship rippled rapidly.
Like boiling water, with bubbles rising one after another, there seemed to be some huge shadow under the boat, approaching them with a sinister malice.
"Wu~~~" The hollow and sad sound of an instrument like an ancient xun penetrated the ship. It seemed to be the buzz of some ancient giant beast, with a long tail sound, sweeping through the tide.
All the creatures on the spaceship fell silent and their minds went blank.
"This is???"
The vibrations in the mist became more intense, the sounds kept rising, the air was vibrating, the sea water was vibrating, and the shadows under my feet became larger and larger.
"What is this!!"
"There is something in the chaotic sea in the fog!"
"Impossible! This is simply impossible!! There can be no living things in the sea of chaos, no living things can survive in it!"
The great saint, the tenth-level false saint, who usually looked down at the universe, couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, fear rippled in his heart, his heart was beating violently, and his blood was boiling.
"We don't want to die yet!"
"No, let me go to that universe! My body and soul are both here. If I die, I will really die!"
Sounds of fear filled the deck.
But something even more terrifying happened. The sea of chaos began to sweep through the waves, and even hit the deck. A large amount of chaotic sea water, like large hailstones, fell on all the saints.
"Run away!"
The chaotic sea water corrodes all saints and their avenues.
They ran around in the otherworldly world on the deck, running wildly, dodging the water.
"Husband, what's going on?" Zhang Tong was also paralyzed with fear, "Aren't we here to pick someone up?"
"Even these saints don't know, how can we know? How can there be living things in the chaotic sea? It's impossible for any living things to survive. The only thing that can survive in the chaotic sea is the universe!" Qiu Mingshan's driving speed was also
Running wildly on the deck, "No matter what it is, fortunately, we are game clones to respond, so if you die, you will die."
Wow.
In the gray fog, the giant ship began to sway, and the huge shadow under the water expanded, as if it occupied the entire sea world under the ship.
The shadows were overwhelming, and they seemed to see some outlines of the giant beast.
"It's the belly! The belly of some giant beast!"
"It looks like the abdomen of some kind of insect, segmented and disc-shaped."
"What is it doing by exposing its belly to us?"
Countless people looked at the bottom of the sea, trembling with fear.
"Wu~~~"
The giant beast on the bottom of the sea once again made an inexplicable vibrating buzz, a sound as loud as if it was about to shatter a person's heart.
In the mist, the giant beast with its belly exposed finally made a move. Its huge sharp sickle legs suddenly pierced the huge sea surface, hugged the entire giant ship, and tightly held the ship with its whole body.
"Boom!"
It rolled violently, and the seawater set off huge waves of countless meters, which actually pushed the ship to the bottom of the sea.
Like a beetle, it hugged its prey and rode underneath it, trying to force this huge spaceship into the water and push it into the depths of the sea of chaos.
And this indescribable chaotic deep-sea beetle monster seemed to be holding a piece of driftwood, floating underneath it.
