Resurrection of Spiritual Energy: Billions of Times Talent

"But no matter which direction, with our current technology, it will take nearly two decades of continuous efforts to reach the nearest suitable planet."

"Of these ten batches, whether one will arrive in the end, everything is unknown."

As he spoke, the Renhuang's tone became more and more low, and the air seemed to be filled with a sad atmosphere.

For twenty generations, that is, two thousand years, the towns of the Terrans will be consumed alive in this long period of time.

"When you arrive on the right planet..."

The Renhuang's eyes were filled with a trace of hatred, his eyes began to turn red, and he gritted his teeth and said: "The descendants of our Terran race, the first lesson to open the book is a tragic poem written with the blood and souls of seven billion people. "

"They will remember the blood and tears of our Terrans, and the tragic cries of seven billion people."

"The blood sea has a deep feud... Don't die..."

The human emperor's voice became choked, how tragic and desperate it was.

"They will eventually continue the bloodline of our Terrans, set sail again in a new ball, and our souls will shelter them and watch them... Growing step by step..."

"As long as the Terrans don't die..."

The human emperor's voice suddenly became high: "Don't die..."

The iron bone voice suddenly echoed in Jiang Yuan's ears, his unmoved face, and his face kept changing.

It seems that there is an incomparably spectacular and sad day in front of him, witnessing the collapse of the Terrans.

Above the firmament, in the universe, terrifying blows descended madly.

One after another, the Terran cities were directly shattered, the continental plates were torn apart, the sea water poured, rolled up a monstrous tsunami, and swept the land.

The Endless Terrans, raising their heads to the sky with a final cry, were eventually engulfed by the tsunami.

But there is still hope for the Terrans.

On the new earth, a group of newborn children, looking up at the firmament, pointed to the vast stars, and asked their mother where their home planet was.

At this time, their mother would tell them with tears in her eyes.

Our home planet has been lost, but one day, our Terrans will rise from scratch, piloting the battleship in the sky, and will have a new look and roar at the fierce beasts.

Trace the relics of our ancestors and become immortal and brilliant from the present Terrans.

In an instant, Jiang Yuan's blood was boiling, in his eyes, his qi and blood were shaking, his fists were slightly clenched, and the terrifying power was constantly compressed in his body, as if it was about to explode at any moment.

The Human Emperor took a few deep breaths, calmed himself down a little, and continued: "For the two plans for the big bang plan..."

Speaking of this, his tone paused again, and when he said it again, he was already trembling.

"At the moment when that ferocious beast breaks through the realm, the eight thousand town generals of the Terran race, all the high-level people will self-detonate, carry out the final glory, ignite the core of that planet, and die together."

"We know that although we can't kill that ferocious beast, we can seriously injure him and buy precious time for more people of the Terrans to evacuate."

After listening to his words, Jiang Yuan took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, but the shock in his heart could not be calmed down.

Unexpectedly, the Terrans have reached this stage.

Supreme hour.

He knew that this plan had probably been implemented for a long time, and the three overlords of the Terran had long been prepared for the worst.

Have all previous efforts been in vain?

There are three stages of manifestation, the first stage of supernatural power, the second stage of hegemony, and the third stage of calamity.

At the top is the more terrifying, incalculable realm of broken stars.

His current strength has just entered the divine power, and his strength has not yet reached the hegemon, even if the strength and the physical body reach at the same time, he is only a hegemon.

Above the hegemon, there is calamity.

Even if it is a calamity, it will not be the opponent of a higher stage of the broken star.

For a time, a terrifying pressure instantly enveloped Jiang Yuan's heart.

The unattainable height is too high, he is like an ant on the ground, how to fight against the gods in the sky.

It's extremely small.

Click...

In the next second, Jiang Yuan's fist was clenched tightly, and under the explosion of power, the bones made a shattering sound, and an extreme unwillingness boiled in his heart.

What about the Broken Star Realm, so what.

I Jiang Yuan rose at the age of ninety, broke out in adversity, and in a short time, achieved manifestation, manifestation is definitely not my own planting point, and the broken star realm will not be my focus.

In the next second, Jiang Yuan's gaze became unprecedentedly firm, and all the thoughts in his heart were swept away, and he suddenly stood up from his seat.

His eyes were extremely sharp as he looked at the Renhuang, and said in a strong voice: "Pass on my order, the six ancient cities, stop all work, I need to see the picture of the gathering of tens of thousands of troops tomorrow afternoon." "

"Ahhh..."

The Renhuang was slightly stunned, his eyes looked at Jiang Yuan in amazement, and he didn't react for a while, but in the next second, he also stood up.

The voice was high and excited: "Honor your will." "

The human emperor did not leave the water in the slightest, left Jiang Yuan's house, and immediately turned into a golden light.

Resolutely carry out orders.

On the earth today, Jiang Yuan's words are the absolute divine will, which cannot be refuted and can only be carried out.

This night, Jiang Yuan accompanied his family, watched TV together, and talked and laughed at everything.

But no one knew that there was a huge secret hidden in his heart, his shoulders were heavier than before, and his breathing became rapid.

He knew deeply that time was life now, and there was no delay.

Early the next morning, while the family was still asleep, Jiang Yuan had turned into a pitch-black light mass and came to the ten-meter high school.

Between the clouds, look down at the six ancient cities.

Since the morning of the six ancient cities, the sound of shouting and army movements has never stopped.

Huge arsenals, a large number of weapons and ammunition, tons were manufactured, stacked in large containers, and one by one began to drive to the front.

Advanced tanks, full of technology, drove out of the tank factory in an orderly manner.

On one road after another, completely blocked, people standing anywhere, they can hear the roar of tanks, and sometimes they can hear the sonic roar of fighter jets.

On the personnel carriers, soldiers armed to the teeth, holding large-caliber automatic rifles in their hands, with brilliant eyes, intently like steel giants.