Invincible copy system

Time is stopped?

Zhang Fan's body didn't react at all.

He lifted the knife in his hand and carried it on his shoulder, tilted his head, frowned and looked at the old man on the high platform, wanting to ask, are you kidding me?
The hourglass really hasn't changed, and the gravel representing Zhang Fan's past is indeed hanging above it, but from just now to now, there really hasn't been a single drop.

The old man's expression remained unchanged, he firmly believed in God, and he believed that in the next moment, the person under his feet would no longer exist.

However, after a long time, the hourglass still did not change.

Zhang Fan put down the knife, played with it casually in his hand, raised his head and asked, "Old man, did you take it wrong?"

After the confrontation just now, this old man who claimed to be a servant of God threw out the sun and black hole, and then dragged him here. It stands to reason that such a funny scene should not have happened.

However, the hourglass in his hand really seemed broken, motionless.

"Old man, can your god judge me?"

The old man showed an impatient look for the first time, and emphasized: "The Supreme God has given us everything."

Zhang Fan pointed at the hourglass in the old man's hand with a knife, and asked, "Obviously, I'm not under his control."

"No exception." The old man was still stubborn.

Zhang Fan pointed to his nose, "I am standing here, I am the exception."

"Gods above, demons do not exist in this world."

The old man suddenly held up the hourglass, his face flushed red, and after saying this with saliva, he threw the hourglass heavily at Zhang Fan's feet.

It was like a grenade, it shattered instantly when it hit the ground, and the golden gravel exploded with a bang, engulfing Zhang Fan's body in an instant.

Desertification!

The moment Jin Sha touched Zhang Fan, he fused with his body, and then, Zhang Fan turned into sand, or in other words, time Jinsha turned into Zhang Fan.

The body was completely out of his control, his limbs, torso, mind, and Yan Mozhan in his hand all turned into golden gravel.He is like a sand sculpture, washed, melted, and blown away by the sands of flowing time.

Zhang Fan's figure was no longer in the dilapidated palace.

He has been assimilated by Jinsha and turned into a cohesive cloud of dust.

In this situation, the old man on the high platform calmed down a little, rearranged his clothes a few times, looked back at the black figure beside him, and smiled in relief.

At the moment when the sand drifts into the universe, the traitor in front of him will no longer exist.

The Supreme God still won, and everything He did today was right and God’s will.

God has sent a miracle, that demon is dead, the servant of God has given him a chance, but, he paid the price for his ignorance and arrogance, he does not exist anymore.

time, what is that.

A person's life span is from birth to death.

If he was 50 years old when he lay in his grave, then those 50 years were his life.

However, if time is thrown away?His whole life is from a baby leaving the mother's body to a corpse that has lost most of its functions.

There seems to be no problem?
To put it bluntly, time is a concept of measurement added by humans. With it, it is very simple to record everything, what happened in a few years, months and days, or how many days it takes for an egg to hatch.

But throwing away the time limit, will the world change?

Just before being deserted, Zhang Fan saw a blurry figure in front of his eyes.

I can't see the face, don't remember what I was wearing, and I haven't said anything.

However, he knew very well that it was himself.

What stood there one moment was gone the next.

That figure was the second chance he deserved, and he was still standing safe and sound.

But why did he lose?

The moment before his consciousness dissipated, he understood because of fear.

For time, but also for gods, he thinks that his time will always have an end, and he feels that there must be that god behind his back to control his destiny.

So, rather than saying that he lost to the incarnation of time, it is more accurate to say that he lost to himself.

My fate is up to me, since I have already said it, why should I question myself?

The outermost grain of sand stood beside the pillar of the temple, and Zhang Fan couldn't turn back if he took another step forward, and could only dissipate into the universe according to the arrangement of fate.

But it stopped.

Together with the golden sand floating in the temple, it also stopped drifting randomly.

They turned back along the original trajectory, and re-gathered into a golden fog. The particles gradually collided and merged, and gradually gathered into powder, gravel, and lumps, and finally turned back into the sand sculpture that was about to dissipate.

The outline gradually became clear, and the color began to change. It was no longer sand, but familiar flesh and blood.

Long knife, elbows, legs, windbreaker, black hair, firm eyes.

Finally, there was the boy wielding a black long knife.

"how can that be?"

This time it was the black figure who spoke, not the unfathomable one, his words were full of puzzlement and panic.

The old man looked similar, as if he had aged several decades in an instant, trembling all over, unable to speak at all.

The sands of time have no effect.

Not even eternity can defeat this "demon".

Zhang Fan's thoughts are extremely clear, God, time, as long as he doesn't agree, no matter what means he can't defeat himself.

The reason for failure is always because of your own cowardice.

He showed his blade again and looked directly at the two people in front of him. Now it was his turn.

"Please tell me, how can you block this knife?" Very casual, very arrogant, purely provocative.

But the old man was really thinking.

Zhang Fan knew that he had won, and his opponent began to question himself, and really questioned his so-called "god".

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Fan jumped behind the old man and slashed with all his might.

Before the long knife came close, the old man lifted his robe and hid aside.

However, the strength of the knife still left a scratch on his white robe.

The old man's face became even more ugly, he was actually injured, and the demon who escaped the trial could actually hurt himself.

He wanted to pray to the gods again.

But Zhang Fan rushed up again, he was just a servant of the gods, even if the gods came in person and blocked his way, he would kill him.

He can do it, he believes he can do it.

Another one couldn't dodge in time, the old man's robe was split into two pieces, he hurriedly asked the black shadow for help, "Help me, do you want to betray the Supreme God too?"

Just as the black shadow swooped towards Zhang Fan, he yelled, "Go away."

A long howl full of soul power sent the black shadow flying far away, and the figure dimmed for a while, almost knocked out of his wits.

Sombra is no longer a threat.

Zhang Fan became murderous, holding the handle of the knife tightly with both hands, dragon flames shot up all over his body.

One knife will end this magic stick.