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Chapter 10 Primary Color Microchords
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'whoosh...'

A limited-edition space-time shuttle that starts with the word "Emperor" suddenly appeared. Its roughness has elegant angles, and its dark black is matched with its own starry sky rotating background, making it the place where the starry sky shuttle is parked. The only focus of the district.

Paired with the master-class "Luban Superstring Impact Studio" which took ten years to build the A-66 superstring impact box, this space-time shuttle has the powerful power of interstellar jumping for a hundred years without stopping. It can break the barriers of planes and go to another world.

It has extremely high mobility, completely offsets the basic physical system, and is strictly prohibited!
The A-66 superstring impact box even entered the annual "Imperial Top Technology Ranking List", ranking first. The value of this shuttle is self-evident.

A middle-aged man in a white suit and shiny leather shoes stepped off the shuttle and stepped on a transparent 'cosmic elevator' in the vast starry sky.

At the other end of the elevator, a huge planet far exceeding the size of ordinary stars is vicissitudes and majestic, it is blue, and it rotates unchanged from time immemorial.

This is a rare planet of life in the sea of ​​stars, and it is also the location of the Central Empire's "Dimension Stinging Star Organization".

Being in a corner of the starry sky, supervising the heavens, silently guarding the order of dimensions tens of thousands of light-years away.

"Master Hu, the 37 stalking targets have been stripped away, and 35 have been identified. The remaining two are still under investigation."

A handsome man with a copy in his hand and a face like a jade crown had been waiting in the starry sky for a long time. At this time, he handed over a document with a red stamp on it: top secret!
Mr. Hu took the file and looked at ten lines at a glance. In his eyes, there was the rotation and evolution of the nebula.

"What's going on with Sting Shadow Star 58? I want all the data!"

Lord Hu pointed to a code name, frowned slightly, kept walking, followed the cosmic elevator into the blue planet.

The handsome man nodded, stood behind him, and transferred him to the institutional information database.

Then, a piece of top-secret information appeared directly in Mr. Hu's mind without being transferred to other devices, eliminating the possibility of leakage——

One day in 180, before [-]:[-], the "Lookout" dimension monitor in the "Green" microstring world, which is in charge of monitoring the one-dimensional cone line, sent out a signal, and detected a set of strange data. After the data simulation, it was judged to be a " Kigreen' microstring boundary breaks.

On the second day of 130, before 37:[-], the data came again, and the simulation found that the 'Green Green' microstring boundary was broken and increased.

……

The earlier the time of the information, the more serious the broken description about the 'Green Green' micro-string world. In the last day, it was actually sent a day ago, and the micro-string world is even more...

Totally broken!

Master Hu frowned even more tightly.

After passing through a completely sealed and dust-free inspection channel, he came to a building with a strong sense of technology. The building was 99 stories high and surrounded by moon-white metal. middle.

After accessing the building identification system, he appeared on the highest floor of the building.

"Recently, is there any emperor who is very quiet and thinks about moving, and descended to a low latitude?"

When Mr. Hu walked into the office, he saw that the decoration in the office was extremely retro, with armchairs, screens, and tea utensils, which looked full of style.

"No."

The handsome man's succinct answer made Mr. Hu unconsciously and slowly tap the small-leaf red sandalwood table with his fingers.

"So, what kind of mystery is for..."

Mr. Hu's mind was slightly separated from this matter, and he was busy browsing through the top-secret paper documents, and the time-honored fountain pen with a history of one hundred years was rattled by him.

Paper, in this era of high-tech, represents uniqueness and safety.

"We have contacted the people over there. None of the recorded Fire Seed Mysteries conform to the characteristics of the 'Broken Dimension'. Moreover, those sons of the Mysteries have missions and are not theirs."

The handsome man was quick-witted and quickly figured out the meaning of Mr. Hu.

"Oh?"

Mr. Hu raised a little interest again, his wrist paused, the stroke of the pen stayed at the end of the word, and the ink marks leaked slightly.

"The secret of wild fire? I didn't expect those arrogant idiots who always claim to be the sons of destiny to make such mistakes? It's actually... interesting."

Mr. Hu showed sarcasm, and his eyes were even more icy cold.

The handsome man turned a deaf ear to Mr. Hu's swearing, and continued: "From the information we have so far, these mysteries have the characteristics of 'broken dimension' and 'spiritual embodiment', and should be in the fourth-class to fifth-class mysteries. between."

"Um……"

Master Hu replied indifferently: "Are there any of our people on the 'Jilu' cone?"

The handsome man replied, "No. But on the cone of his shattered target, 'Kilan', there are two of our reserves."

"Tell them, go to the gap, um, deal with it according to the "Central Dimension Control Act", and finally hand over the task list to the above."

'Shhhhhh...'

Mr. Hu has a solid foundation in regular script, and every stroke has charm, strong as a root, and his handwriting is like a mountain. He signed his name on the document mountain-Hu Junshan.

See words, such as people.

When the handsome man heard this, he looked hesitant and said tentatively: "Well, it doesn't look good over there..."

Suddenly, as soon as the pen stopped, Hu Junshan raised his head and looked straight at the handsome man, his eyes were calm, and Gu Tan was not surprised.

Under Hu Junshan's gaze, the handsome man, who was a powerful figure in the outside world and was famous in countless star fields, turned pale, his back wet with cold sweat, and said in fear: "I know, I'll do it right away."

After receiving the signed document, the handsome man left in a hurry. Hu Junshan immediately forgot about Sting Shadow Star 58 and beating the handsome man, but his mind moved to other matters——

"Science geek: Mu Xiao? I hope you don't fail, otherwise... God, things will change."

…………

"Two spears flying together!"

Sikong squeezed two spider spears in his hands, like wrestling left and right, each other's horns, complementing each other, he slashed out from the encirclement of a hundred big cell ghost face spiders, then turned around, the spider spears in his hands came out of the string, passing through seven or eight spiders respectively. After the big cell grimacing spider, it was nailed to the wall.

"You walk like a dragon!"

Dozens of big celled ghost face spiders fell into a rage, and spit out the covering, containing huge sticky silk, but Sikong seemed to be walking on the ground, turning and sideways, leaving only a shallow line on the ground, like a dragon's. Footsteps, they avoided out.

"Demented Demon Chasing Wind!"

Sikong wanted to retreat, but outside the lair, a few ghost-faced spiders who came back late found him, their fangs were exposed, and their thick spider legs stabbed at him.Sikong kept walking, arched his body, then jumped out, lifted a bone knife from his waist, danced out the shining star trail of the hexagram, and chased away after the wind.

Sikong left the lair, looked at the dust piled up all over the sky, and a blood-red millstone stretched across the sky.

'thump……'

Behind him, those ghost-faced spiders turned into evenly distributed pieces of meat with smooth blades and no blood, and scattered all over the ground.It frightened the big cell ghost face spider that came over.

Inserting the bone knife back into his waist again, with the help of beams of light falling from the sky, Sikong headed towards a familiar direction under the dark sky.

The cold wind blew up and messed up Sikong's thick eyelashes, but it couldn't impose the slightest bit of cold on him.

And on Sikong's head, a light layer of hair grows inside the fine black pores, like a novice monk who has not been scarred or burnt.

It has been more than half a year since Sikong came to this desolate star.

Compared with the skinny boy when he first came to the desolate star, Sikong has almost changed drastically now.

He is half a head taller, and his height is not lower than that of ordinary people. At the age of eighteen, he has already reached the age to marry a wife and have children in his hometown.

Although the bare upper body has undergone a high degree of exercise, it is ivory white due to lack of sunlight. The lines of muscles and bones are not exaggerated, but it is the scale that best suits Sikong's body shape.

There was a light stubble growing around his mouth, on which was an ordinary face.

However, those eyes, which were as dark as lacquer, but with a coquettish blood plum petal, were particularly eye-catching, as if they wanted to capture people's minds and make people immerse themselves in them unconsciously.

"The man of Taoism covers the sky and the earth, outlines all directions, towers to the eight poles, is unreachable, unfathomable, envelops the sky and the earth, and bestows the invisible..."

"The supreme, profound and wonderful dharma is difficult to encounter in a million kalpas. I have learned and accepted it, and I wish to understand the true meaning of the Tathagata..."

Along the way, Sikong chanted and sang, shaking his head and shaking his head. There could be blood on his hands and feet, just like a fledgling Hanchuang student.

A sudden wind blows in, and smoke and dust billow behind Sikong. In the opening verse of the poem, Sikong's back is blurred.

In the sky, three lone stars twinkled.

No wonder Sikong is like this. Ever since he noticed that there was a problem with his mentality, especially one night, when he woke up from his trance, he found himself talking to the shadow on the wall, chanting to himself in the middle of the night, then he thought hard and came up with This way.

Orally reciting classical scriptures, fascinated by the style of poetry and writing.

I don't know if the problem of 'becoming a demon' has been solved, but he remembered most of the nearly forgotten poems in those hometowns, which is also a harvest.

Returning to the familiar underground lair, I took out the three-dimensional storage box and my heart sank.

I saw that the storage box was mostly empty, and there were two high-quality nutrient solutions and two medium nutrient solutions.

The others were all consumed by Sikong's intensive practice for half a year, leaving behind a large handful of empty bottles.

Consumption, is astonishing.

But the rewards are equally astonishing.

Both spears fly together, great success!
Chaotic cloak knife technique, great success!

Longitudinal Swimming Technique, great success!

As for the Hundred Explosion Fist, it has reached a state where even Sikong can't figure it out, it seems to be returning to the original, gradually reducing from a hundred explosions, until now, with a set of punches, there are only 81 explosions.

And the display of strength is almost... [-]%!
Three powers combined into one, one punch down, hit with almost [-]% strength, I am afraid that even a wall can be penetrated!

But the most noteworthy thing is...

Sikong sat cross-legged on the ground, put aside distracting thoughts, and fantasized in his heart that a stove was burning blazingly.

Immediately, he came to the 'one-dimensional cone boundary'.

It breaks through a dimensional gap like a bamboo, and comes to another one-dimensional microstring. When it comes into view, it is no longer a green microstring, but a blue one!
It seems that, for Sikong, every great martial skill will feed back the will of martial arts. Even if the consciousness is different, there are the wandering dragon's carefree, the madman with a messy cloak, and the indomitable two-spear flying forward, but the integration makes Sikong His mental power has surpassed his original level and has grown significantly!

It's a pity that there is no instrument to detect it, and the specific increase in mental strength is unknown.

In this way, Sikong broke the barrier between one-dimensional cones and came to another microstring energy world.

Hunger reappeared, and the gene chain deep in Sikong's body was like a flower picker who had been abstaining for hundreds of years, emitting a strong desire, salivating over the beautiful and delicious blue strings, wanting to tear them apart... well, swallow them alive.

The gene chain repairs the bottleneck, breaks through!

The power hidden in the depths of Sikong's body surged out along with the gradually repairing gene chain.

Today is different from the past. Sikong is so serious now that even he is afraid!
　give me a push...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)