I Just Want to Play the Game Quietly

| | |->-> The moment when Tai Tai Shang Kai Jing was chopped by Zhou Wen, Zhou Wen only felt that his body had a strange change.

The sigh of the mysterious life-frame king automatically turned on, and the killer who was integrated with Zhou Wen's body was still erupting with horrific killing and vitality, even more terrifying than before when fighting the eight souls.

Suddenly, Zhou Wen's own spirit of energy also erupted like a volcano.

The energy generated by the three forces erupting together is unimaginable.

There are countless mythological creatures that Zhou Wen has seen. Except for the mythical babies who have the ability to fear, various powerful mythical creatures, such as the candle dragon and the tyrant Beamon, can explode. It seems that there is no power terror that Zhou Wen has erupted now.

Driven by such terrorist forces, Zhou Wen felt that his body was constantly undergoing transformation.

This transformation is different from any previous one. The previous transformation is within the range that Zhou Wen can bear, but this time, the energy generated by evolution is no longer within the range that his body can bear.

文 At the beginning of evolution, Zhou Wen was very worried that his body would explode because he could not bear the power.

In fact, this is indeed the case, just for a moment, countless cracks appeared on Zhou Wen's flesh and blood, like an egg shell about to break.

He was at this moment of life and death, but the power of terror was flowing towards one place.

That is a point, a point that seems to be nothing, like the beginning of the universe, and the end of the world.

点 That point is like a real existence, and it seems to be just a conscious existence.

点 A point between reality and illusion, it was difficult to determine its existence, but when that horrible power was injected into that point, that point gradually became clear.

It is constantly changing and becoming more and more solid, but this solidification is very abstract. It does not really exist in reality, it seems only Zhou Wen's own imagination.

Gradually, the point became larger and brighter, and changed from a point to a roulette.

And there are many weird patterns on the roulette.

图案 The patterns are very abstract. Zhou Wen sometimes feels that the patterns are like himself, sometimes they seem to be like killers, and sometimes they are like those souls that have been cut off by Zhou Wen.

The ancient emperor, the new era, and the king of prison, as if there was a certain moment, it seems that some patterns are similar to them, but if you look closely, you don't feel like it.

It is difficult to say exactly what the patterns look like if you do n’t know the way.

Even even the wheel itself, Zhou Wen didn't know what shape it was, it was a disk, but it was not just a face, it had a spherical arc.

He said it was a sphere, but when viewed at an angle, it was sunken, like a coin that was constantly changing and changing.

"Is this the wheel of destiny?" Zhou Wen can feel that the wheel of destiny is inextricably linked to himself, just like a part of his body, as important as organs such as the brain and heart.

But unlike the organs that grow on the body, it is independent.

"What will be the wheel of my destiny? The absolute power of the tyrant is better than that of Mongol. The eclipse dragon's cave view is the strongest, but those seem to have nothing to do with me ..." Zhou Wen did not know if his wheel of destiny would be what.

Because there is no experience for him to learn from, maybe he was the first person to rely on his own power to promote the myth.

The three forces are still pouring into the wheel of destiny that is taking shape, but even the wheel of destiny cannot seem to carry such a powerful force.

Especially the energy flowing out of Wang Zhi's sigh is almost endless, just like the universe galaxy.

The energy that overflowed from the wheel of destiny penetrated into the flesh and blood of Zhou Wen, and the flesh and blood body that was being transformed seemed to have some inexplicable changes under the impact of those energies.

Zhou Zhouwen and the wheel of destiny are constantly changing, especially the patterns on the wheel of destiny, which seem to be getting slower and slower, and some lines have stopped moving.

Zhou Wen knows inexplicably that his wheel of fortune should be condensed and formed, this is the most critical moment.

"What power will it be? If I can choose, I hope the power of the wheel of fortune is related to time and space." Zhou Wen felt that the power of time and space is easier to understand the origin of the world.

To find out what the relationship between the different dimensions and the earth universe is, perhaps space-time power is a good entry point.

He only came from the wheel of destiny, but did not see the patterns related to time and space.

上面 On the wheel of destiny condensed and formed, many lines have been solidified, and those lines look a little messy, and so far no one can see it.

Wu Zhouwen tried to find some rules from it, but the reality is that those lines have no rules, one from the left and one from the right, like graffiti.

Most of them are curves, and almost no straight lines can be seen.

"Ah!" After most of the lines were formed, Zhou Wen finally saw what the pattern was, and he was horrified at the same time.

That is a painting, a portrait of a woman, but there is only one side face ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~, and the whole picture is not visible, and there is still a real finish, just a torn side face is already beautiful and thrilling.

But this is not the reason why Zhou Wen was horrified. What really astounded Zhou Wen was that he was too familiar with this woman's portrait.

This is the portrait of the woman on the anchor, which is definitely not wrong. Zhou Wen has seen it too many times and thought too many times. Except that there is no anchor, this is the portrait of the woman.

As more and more lines are fixed, it also proves that Zhou Wen's guess is exactly the same as the portrait of the anchor woman he has seen, except that there is no anchor.

"Why ... why does the pattern of that woman appear on the wheel of my destiny ..." Zhou Wen's mind flashed countless thoughts.

Looking at the woman's portrait with eyes closed, it is about to be completed. With only a few pens left, Zhou Wen suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"That's my wheel of destiny, why is there a woman on it?" Zhou Wen had some inexplicable emotions in his heart, which seemed to have infected the wheel of destiny.

With the last stroke of the woman's portrait left, the wheel of fate suddenly shines brightly, and the wheel of fate, which was fast rotating, suddenly stops.

The next moment, the wheel of destiny moved again, but this time it did not move before, it turned in reverse.

Following the reversal of the wheel of destiny, the portrait of the woman who has been engraved on the wheel of life is disappearing a little bit.

I don't know why, nor do I know what the consequences will be, but Zhou Wen feels inexplicably happy.