You Cultivate Immortals, I Cultivate Immortals Too, Why Do We Have Different Painting Styles

At the same time, a figure appeared behind Yan Jia and slowly walked over under Yan Jia's gaze, while the people around seemed to see nothing.

The other party passed through the surrounding people, but those people still did not respond.

Finally, Wang "crossed" the crowd and came to Yan Jia.

Yan Jia opened her eyes and finally saw the face of the other party. It was different from what she remembered. The face of the other party was not as volatile or blurry as in Bai Lang's memory, but a stable one.

Some are like dragons, some are like sheep, and there is a huge single horn on the top of each other's head, which is the head of a white Ze.

Before, just when Yan Jia was absorbing the sudden wave of information, in the dark and empty space, Bailang still maintained the shape of a lion's body and white ze, his eyes were cold, like a machine.

A sturdy figure appeared in front of Bailang. No matter how his face changed, his indifferent eyes kept staring at Bailang's somewhat illusory body.

With a wave of his hand, a "strong wind" blew away Bailang's disguise.

Beneath Bailang's slightly illusory lion body, hidden is a sheep body that has been transparent to the point of blurring.

At the same time, Bai Lang's icy eyes instantly became extremely disappointed.

"Just a little bit."

Bailang can feel the changes produced by the light ball as the portal. From this moment on, the huge light ball is still the same as before, and all people and things can pass through, except for Yan Jia.

"You know, you're only going to make me kill him, do you regret it?"

Countless different accents and languages ​​say the same thing.

"Then do you regret now killing hundreds of thousands of people with the 'plague'?"

Bai Lang asked the other party in return.

"Let's do it, I didn't expect that I was a step behind in the end, but unfortunately, it was just a little bit short."

Wang stood in front of Bailang, his height was less than half of the current Bailang, and looked up into the eyes of the other party.He didn't do anything, but the spirit in Bailang's eyes began to lose, slowly becoming empty.

The huge mouth was still muttering.

"It would have been great if I had listened to my mentor and gave up on Bai Ze. Wouldn't everything have been different..."

The voice is getting lower and lower, and it is not as shocking as the dull thunder before, but it looks very weak.

Before the words were finished, the look in his eyes had completely disappeared, and he had become extremely empty.

Now, not even a machine.

Bai Ze's body was so transparent that it was somewhat fuzzy, as if it was made of gravel, scattered into countless small spots of white light.

was drawn to the face of the king.

As the light spots were continuously absorbed, the constantly changing appearance on the king's face gradually stabilized.

When the last speck of light was cast on the king's face, the constantly changing appearance of the opponent finally stabilized again after more than 60 years.

The king's sturdy body was supported by a head that looked a bit like a dragon and a bit like a sheep, and there was a huge single horn on top of his head.

At the same time, Yan Jia's right hand just touched the ball of light.

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pS1: The author has something to say and it can finally be used, but you have something but you can't speak anymore.

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pS2: It's still two updates, it's done.

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pS3: Trade with a PY in the group.

The author of "The Tyrant's Shattered Dream" - the facially paralyzed clown.

Summary:

The tyrant leaned against the tombstone and noticed the girl in the trench coat who suddenly appeared beside him.

Try to make your best voice...

Electrons flow in the throat, and a faint electric light emerges from the open mouth

"Zi...Hello...my name is...Zi"

To be honest, I think other people's writing is much better than mine (*゜ー゜*)

Chapter 72 I have a story to tell you - E=mc^2

In the boundless universe, darkness and emptiness are the eternal themes, and only countless stars light up one place after another in this darkness.

However, these illuminated areas are still too small compared to the dark areas.

And now, a relatively large-scale lighting event is about to begin.

The white dwarf star is still greedily devouring the material on the red giant star, completely ignoring whether it can still eat it.After a long time of devouring, now, the material reserves accumulated by the white dwarf have finally reached the limit of what he can bear (Chandrasekhar limit, about 1.44 suns).

After the swallowed matter finally exceeded the limit, the matter coiled on the surface of the white dwarf star has accumulated a huge pressure for the white dwarf star. Under this pressure, the nuclear fusion of the white dwarf star, which has been stagnant for a long time, begins to react again.

A detonating "flame" begins to wreak havoc on the surface of the white dwarf, and the white dwarf's carbon-to-oxygen ratio begins to get out of balance.

In the interior of the white dwarf, within a few seconds of the "flame" raging, the carbon on the surface of the white dwarf has not fully reacted, and the temperature in the core has reached billions of degrees.