"What did I do in the parallel world to provoke the sword of the Spirit of Creation and the Wuling that tried to cut off the timeline at the same time?" Looking at the two huge holes in his chest, Bai Mo couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
Judging from the power fluctuations lingering on it, he could easily tell that the black and white swords were attacks from the spirit of creation and the spiritless ones respectively.
Both of their attacks are sword-cutting the future beyond ordinary people's imagination, trying to eliminate Bai Mo from a certain moment in all parallel worlds.
With one sword strike, it is possible to kill hundreds of millions.
With his current state, he could at most be aware of the fact that he was about to be stabbed a little in advance, but there was no way to avoid it.
It belongs to the true sense of "The King of Hell wants you to die at the third watch, who dares to leave anyone alive until the fifth watch".
No matter where he hides or how much armor he stacks, this sword will pierce his body at the same time.
This is also the reason why he is not in a hurry.
Regardless of whether you are in a hurry or not, the sword will only come at that moment.
Being stabbed is inevitable, and the only way to work hard is to ensure that you will not be taken away by a sword.
When facing a sure-hit sword, the health bar must be thick enough.
…
The two big mouths of black and white are constantly wrestling with Bai Mo. They want to continue to compress the encirclement, while Bai Mo wants to protect the quantum slingshot and the imperial fleet behind him.
One after another, the Daqian leader ships disappeared in the blue light, heading for a destination that even they themselves did not know.
Perhaps it crashed directly into another sun, or appeared directly inside the planet.
Of course, what is more likely is to appear in another boundless space.
After all, 99.9999% of the universe is filled with nothingness.
And in the blue flames, the last sight that reflected in the eyes of these hasty escapees was that figure standing tall and tall.
Countless people stood in front of large and small projection screens inside the ship, took off their hats, and paid tribute to this unknown hero who sacrificed his life to cover the escape of mankind.
They don't know much about the inside story, they only know that someone is "sacrifice" for them.
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"We still have about fifteen minutes to hold on." Bai Mo took a look at the situation of the imperial fleet and roughly estimated how long he needed to hold on.
There are simply too many spaceships in the empire. Even if the quantum slingshot is overclocked, it will still take some time.
"How long can you hold on?" Bai Mo received a message from Kirkov.
He is currently the commander-in-chief of the entire great evacuation plan, the Urban Plan, and is responsible for orderly dispatching the fleet to leave.
"Half an hour, I guess it won't take you that long."
"In fifteen minutes and twenty-two seconds, I will retreat aboard the 1453 leader ship that left last. The history of Terra will come to an end here." Kirkov said with some emotion.
Before hearing Bai Mo's words, he was a little worried that the other party would not be able to hold on. After all, he was from the rear, but now he was finally relieved.
"Before I leave, I still want to ask, who is it that wants to destroy us humans?"
"When you come to my place, you will naturally know." For the sake of their lives, Bai Mo did not answer.
An existence like the Spirit of Creation has such a high status that just "knowing" itself can easily attract attention.
"..."
"So we are so weak that we don't even have the power to know the truth?"
"It's good to know."
"..."
"Practice hard, and you may get revenge one day." Bai Mo said with a smile, as if the knife was not stabbed at him.
"Are you... going to die?" Before leaving, Ramdo suddenly interrupted and asked.
"If you don't die, how can I die?" Bai Mo looked like he was teasing.
"I understand." After hearing this, Ramdo suddenly understood and took the lead ship, disappearing into the blue light of the quantum slingshot.
"I understand too." Farel also looked like she suddenly understood.
"..."
Looking at the three people playing riddles, Kirkov was a little puzzled.
"Ghost fairy." Farrell threw two words to him who was still a little depressed, and his consciousness left the place.
"The ghost fairy living in memory..." After hearing the prompt, Kirkov realized that Bai Mo was not sacrificing himself for others at all, but was using the ghost fairy's special ability to save his own life!
He was so moved for nothing just now!
Ghost Immortals, as the weirdest among the world, humans, gods and ghosts, their frontal output is indeed the shame of immortality. The destructive power of the seventh-level ghost and fairy spells is not much stronger than that of ordinary monks of the sixth level.
But they have the most abnormal survival ability and all kinds of strange methods.
For example, as long as there are monks of a lower level than them who remember the existence of a certain ghost fairy, then the ghost fairy cannot be completely killed unless it is suicide.
Just like the Red World and Gaia who wreaked havoc on the earth, they just committed suicide in the end.
The same goes for Bai Mo. His ghost immortal way has already reached the eighth level. As long as he remembers that the true immortals in his empire are not dead, he cannot be completely killed.
The black and white swords from higher beings naturally knew about this, so they opened their weapons when they came up, ready to wipe out human civilization in one fell swoop.
If you can't die if some people still remember you, then I will kill everyone who remembers you!
You are all dead, so of course no one will remember you.
But no matter what, although the subjective purpose is not pure, Bai Mo is still saving their lives objectively.
Even if you figure it out, you can't change the outcome.
However, after knowing the reason, everyone's mentality is indeed no longer as heavy as before.
Bai Mo turns his back to all living beings and carries the abyss of heaven on his back. If you don't know the whole story, it would still be very touching to watch.
…
"Goodbye." Kirkov, who left behind as the commander of the fleet, said softly while looking at the white ink background.
"If we are destined, we will meet again." At this time, Bai Mo, who had been corroded by the power of the black and white swords, with a face that could make trypophobia die on the spot, rarely turned around, instead of
He said with a face growing directly on the back of his head.
Watching the last Daqian leader ship leave, Bai Mo's right hand that overclocked the quantum slingshot also burned to the end like a candle.
"I guess I'll bet it on the new era." Looking at his empty right arm, Bai Mo smiled, and then used his left hand to open a space door at will, dragging the hands on his chest with his residual body.
The sword flew in together.
The two big mouths that stretched for millions of miles behind the sword finally "ate" an overclocked and scrapped quantum slingshot, and were sucked into the space door together with the two swords.
When the last trace of all this between heaven and earth disappeared, there was an explosion behind the door like a collision between heaven and earth, and a few rays of light overflowed from the cracks in the collapsed space door. Everything seemed to be over...
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"The level of spiritual energy in Tianxuan Continent is so low?"