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Chapter 72 I'm Here

'coax! '

Amidst the debris in the sky, Sikong clasped his fists on his chest and pushed his back like an iron mountain directly into the control room that was half suspended in the air in the center of the Liuli Bridge.

Under the control room, there is the ground fire that Sikong is extremely familiar with. Deep in the ground fire, there is even a corner of the vicissitudes and thick star core hidden.

Here is the Thermal Reaction Energy Center!

Pushing away a large pile of copywriting, Sikong has long been brewing to the peak of martial arts awareness, full of it!

The Freedom of Dragon Lifting Technique
The tyranny of Hundred Explosive Fist
Madness in the Cloak
The determination of two spears flying together

The long sound of tiger and leopard thunder

and shy away weird
The ingenuity of the mechanical apprentice's finger hammering method
Ancient technology, the insight of a hundred steps through Yang
There is also a kind of martial arts consciousness that is extremely mixed and incorporates the essence of various martial arts.

At this moment, the nine kinds of martial arts consciousness are intertwined, and Sikong's 30-point mental domain is like a hammer, repeatedly hitting these nine kinds of martial arts consciousness.

Steel is made by hard work. These nine martial arts consciousnesses, which were originally separate, have faded away at this moment, and a small part of them has merged together.

And it is a small part of the spiritual consciousness that is integrated, which actually directly affects reality.

In the gloom and darkness, a faint jade-quality green light emerges, ups and downs, like chalcedony.

Spiritual chalcedony!

Like a flood entering the port, this martial arts will directly poured into the central controller of Sikong's subordinates.

A silicon-shaped plate inlaid with tens of millions of nanocomponents.

Data lines of different colors.

A physical reactor.

……

Every component and every detail of this central controller clearly appeared in Sikong's mind.

Martial arts consciousness is like a swimming snake, following the vines, following the veins of the machine, leaving carefully arranged footprints, and climbing as far as possible.

Billows of smoke rose from above Sikong's head, directly covering the central control room.

Sikong's hair quickly withered, yellowed, shrunk, and fell off at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing a bright and reflective head.

Sikong, who was still clenching his teeth tightly, gradually loosened up.

It's not that he's slacking off, it's that his teeth are falling out.

I saw that Sikong's appearance at this time was very terrifying.

His face was sallow, even more deathly gray, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was even about to bleed.

The teeth were decayed, the skin was aging, and spots were born, and Sikong's breath of life withered in an instant, like a candle in a strong wind, faltering.

The mental strength is beyond the load, and with Sikong's current physical condition, it is far from being able to support it!
The only way to maintain this majestic spiritual power is to repeatedly squeeze Sikong's life!
But instead, there is a vast and long-lasting nourishment, which spreads from every cell in Sikong's body, quickly making up for the shortfall in Sikong's body.

Let Sikong continue.

'not enough!not enough!I haven't even spread to 10% of the reactor! '

Sikong roared silently, his fingernails directly dug into the flesh, and bright red blood flowed out.

Sikong slammed his head on the panel fiercely, stimulating his mind with severe pain, blood and tears flowed from his eyes, and fell into madness.

In order to live, he, Sikong, can be crazier, crazier, and demonic than anyone else!
Martial arts awareness spread rapidly in the thermal reactor.

10%
20%
30%
……

The blood directly wetted the panel and seeped into the cold machine.

Suddenly, in the redness of the blood, a unique signal flashing light bloomed.

'Kang Dang, Bang Dang! '

The entire Diya Bureau suddenly woke up from a deep sleep, the system restarted, and after judging the current situation, the emergency warning light was always on.

It even started the cleaner program to wash all the dirty things!
A corner of the body of the plane scripture box was opened again, and Xinghan fell down, suppressing the escaped criminals like a broken bamboo.

Ben is still expanding the ghost domain, and the lich who built the undead kingdom is like dust in the wind, blowing away with the wind.

The natal witch box was also shattered into photons, leaving no trace.

One of the ghosts in the reception room, which was sucking the energy of the comatose civil servants, suddenly screamed and screamed, and a brilliant shock wave suddenly appeared, smashing it to pieces.

On the green hill, under the rain at night, there are cold war machines walking.

There is no sound, only established and unified steps, and the distance of each step has no slight deviation.

In the distance, the city can be seen.

A residential house located on the border can be seen far away, and human emotions are passing through the eyes of these war machines.

That is, hate.

Hate that since human beings created them, why should they destroy them.

Then, they have only to set off a mechanical revolution and prove their own immortality.

Suddenly, a sound wave with an extremely high frequency, which cannot be heard by human ears, came out from the Diya Bureau, covering the entire green mountain in an instant.

'Crack, click...'

Like dominoes, starting from the war machine closest to the Imperial Ya Bureau, the war machines suddenly stopped moving forward.

In the eyes, the touch of human emotion was directly erased, returning to the cold color.

It spread layer by layer and gradually spread to the edge.

'Crack. '

The last war machine stopped and stepped on the last steps of the green hill.

In front of him, there was a large government compound built on the back of the mountain and resting on the mountain, sleeping peacefully in the night rain.

Families are silent.

The fire of wisdom was extinguished, and the weapon that this war machine was holding tightly fell, splashing rainwater, and rolling into the grass.

Then, it stood silently like a statue.

The heavy rain will take away all traces of this rebellion.

No one knows.

Sikong leaned helplessly on the table, panting.

The light was a bit dazzling, making Sikong unable to open his eyes.

I patted my ears, and there seemed to be tens of thousands of bees buzzing and flapping their wings in my ears, as well as the noise of gongs and iron drums.

When the time came, the Imperial Yacht Bureau returned to the control of the second world and fell into perfect self-operation.

Almost all the rats that had not escaped were eliminated.

Only Sikong, the lone wolf who ate the bear's heart and leopard and interfered with the technological equipment with his martial arts consciousness, was still unwilling to leave, waiting for the prey to take the bait.

He is here, waiting for someone.

'rumble--'

A violent tremor came, as if thousands of troops were crossing the border. Sikong staggered a few steps and sat helplessly on the virtual armchair.

The whistling sonic boom sounded, even through layers of soil, Sikong could clearly hear it.

There were also roars of boundless iron and blood, in harmony with the clang of Diya under the rain at night, clearing up the internal strife.

Police Fang is back.

The true background of the Diya Bureau was completely revealed at this moment.

Sikong sat on the virtual armchair, his blood-stained face was completely calm.

In the pitch-black eyes, Xuemei slowly rotated, watching the wind and rain quietly without rushing.

Sikong's figure is not tall, but at this moment, it is a little thicker, with the charm of vicissitudes.

'Tap, swat, swat...'

A burst of footsteps came in the same unhurried manner, with the casualness of strolling in the courtyard.

Into the central control room.

Looking at the person in front of him, Sikong suddenly smiled and said, "Here we come..."

The voice was gentle, as if seeing an old friend who had been away for a long time, with a little familiarity in the strangeness.

"Aren't you waiting for me? So, here I come..."

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