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"That universe...did it move a bit just now?"

Mobius felt that he was wrong, and looked at the most inconspicuous of the countless black **** in front of him in surprise.

Every black ball is a universe, standing in the blood domain, looking up, countless black **** are quietly wrapped by countless blood domain energy, motionless in their respective positions.

Countless life forms live in peace in these universes, and countless joys and sorrows are being staged.

But Mobius clearly felt that one of these black **** had obviously moved...

Traversing the boundless blood domain, Mobius came to this smaller universe and looked suspiciously.

He didn't feel any special breath, it was normal.

"Is it a rare cancerous universe?" Mobius pondered.

The moving universe, except for the cosmic life, which is the kind of special universe that gave birth to Gaia consciousness, and the deformed cancerous universe is the relatively common kind in the universe that gives birth to self-consciousness.

Although this so-called "common" is placed in the multiverse, there is also a probability of one in a billion.

Mobius was not afraid of the universe itself, but was afraid that there was a big guy in the universe that he could not afford to offend... What was more feared was that this guy who might exist had noticed his changes.

Sensitive Mobius always wanted to think of things that he hadn't thought of in the past, and a group of guys such as Apocalypse and Mandolak kept stimulating him, and they couldn't get him out of the way.

Mobius' face was as sinking as water, his entire face was covered by the ugly canned helmet, and his deep eyes flickered, observing the universe.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, the universe in front of him always feels like a chicken thief...

This feeling is very strange.

"It would be fine if my chair was still there, it shouldn't have been discarded."

Mobius regrets it a bit. If the Mobius chair he built by himself is still there, he can instantly connect to countless dimensions and countless universes, capture countless information engraved on the timeline, and instantly calculate the most likely answer. .

Although the Mobius chair is not a panacea, it is really convenient.

Then Mobius really noticed the breath of the chair...

The Mobius chair suddenly appeared in the universe before him, sending a signal to him: "Come on, come in quickly~"

Mobius frowned and hesitated even more. If he remembered correctly, it seemed that Downey had run away his chair.

An inexplicable voice suddenly came from the inside of this small universe: "Mobius, come to my site, don't plan to come in and sit?"

Mobius' brows jumped, his light bulb-like eyes flickered, his face changed slightly, and his heart suddenly shook.

This is... the territory of the new god?

That Downey, look at him like a monkey in this universe?

Mobius suddenly remembered that there were rumours that the new **** had a secret stronghold in the multiverse. It was the new god’s base and rear, but no one could find this place...

"excuse me."

Mobius didn't hesitate, turned around and left, soaring at an astonishing speed, drew a clear path in the blood domain, and plunged into the depths of the blood domain.

His face was already green, and he was in a terrible mood, with a trace of consternation, unwillingness and anger.

Why, why did these people come to the door one by one? Why does he just go to a place to stubbornly and bump into the troublesome new god? ?

Why?

In the past, when he hadn't got the anti-life equation, these **** couldn't even see a ghost. When he finally got the anti-life equation, how could he come to the door one by one? !

brazen!

Mobius was suppressed and panicked, and almost yelled at him, almost exploding in anger, this group of hyenas bastards!

What is the most painful thing in the world? It was the sorrow after getting the artifact enough to turn over the salty fish, and being suddenly killed by a group of villains and completely losing the artifact!

Behind him, Downey's voice was like a ghost: "No one has ever been able to find my base camp. You are the first one, just want to leave like this?"

No matter where Mobius moves, there will always be a shadow behind him, like a shadow.

Just kidding, Downey had a mother box in his hand. It was not too easy to chase after an underdeveloped Mobius.

Mobius was furious in his heart, his anger rose, enough to burn the entire antimatter universe, and hundreds of millions of antimatter lifeforms would tremble in his anger.

He was angry, determined, turned his head, and yelled:

"I just passed by! I didn't see anything!!!"

The humiliation and depression in my heart are like large worms, desperately gnawing the self-esteem of this anti-monitor.

Born in the noble family of watchers, Mobius is proud of the thigh hair shedding from the main watcher, because he is completely different from other people of the same kind except Mandolak! He was born noble ~www.NovelMTL.com~ was born to be the ruler of the antimatter universe, and he really didn't bow his head to anyone.

But today he had to bow his head.

All in order to keep the anti-life equation, this is his biggest secret. It took so long to find it, and after so much suffering, he could barely carry the anti-life equation with his body. He would never be reconciled to just throw it away.

Downey sneered, his figure traversed the endless blood, followed Mobius closely, and finally blocked Mobius after using the mother box several times to open the blast channel.

With a squeak, a square thing was thrown at Mobius, "Did you talk about your chair just now? Give it back to you."

Mobius' bloated body finally stopped, and a lot of waves were set off. He cautiously reached out and threw out a wave of energy, blocking the thing Downey threw, and he clearly sensed the excitement coming from this object.

That's right, it was indeed the Mobius chair that he was talking about just now.

It's just... why is it so small?

Mobiuston paused, his eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at the bench in front of him that was only the size of his palm.

Guru!

With his throat rolling, Mobius' head crashed for a moment, staring dumbfounded at the square bench in front of him.

His lips whispered, and Mobius stretched out trembling fingers: "You give my chair..."

chair? The chair made by Mobius is a throne! It is a square, square-looking throne that looks concise but grand!

How did it fall into Downey's hands and be transformed into a bench?

Is it so miserable?

"This is not my chair." Mobius was silent for a while and said slowly, his voice difficult and obscure.

He looked at the guy standing in front of him, the face behind the helmet was as dark as the bottom of a pot.