After the Main God Space Goes Bankrupt

"Really..."

Xin Ping shook his head and sighed, thinking that according to the information he had obtained, these competitors were actually teenagers and girls in the same age group as his son.

But he also knew that instead of pitying those who had passed away, it would be better to care about his own situation.

"Are you behind the scenes?" Xin Ping asked curiously. "Besides, all of this is your game? You were also the one who killed that top cultivator named Bei Fengzi?"

"Yes."

"...what if I agree?"

"That way." Xia Lin gestured to the father and son behind the kitchen counter. "That person is you, and you are that person."

"Do I ban the other party, or deal with banning me?"

"No, no, you made a mistake. You are originally [Xin Pingcheng Ichiro], and there is not much essential difference. Looking at it from a higher dimension, you are one, sharing the same high-dimensional soul projection... "

"I'm sorry, I don't understand." After Xia Lin chattered and explained, Xin Ping did not hide the fact that his understanding of the knowledge points Xia Lin said was a complete and complete fact.

To be honest, he is just a cook, and he has no advantages or qualifications except that his knife skills are better. Even this knife skill has been practiced through thousands of times of slaughtering ingredients.

Can you expect a cook to understand, what is high-dimensional soul projection, this kind of knowledge is very high-level when you hear it?

So... After eating the last bite of the dish, Xingping put down the spoon and said calmly to Xia Lin, "I refuse."

"Why? Isn't this what you expected?" Xia Lin gestured to the father and son behind the kitchen counter. "If it's because, in this timeline, your lover passed away due to an accident, but your wife is fine in the outside world, that's fine..."

"...It is not very difficult for [me] to revive a person and modify the timeline."

"I reject."

Kohei repeated it again.

"why?"

Xia Lin asked again.

Then, facing Xia Lin's gaze, Xingping replied calmly, "I can't afford to gamble."

That's right, I can't afford to gamble.

Is this world real?

Xingping did not have this question, because his sword intent and sword heart could sense that this world is real and correct, not formed by formations, enough to reverse the illusory dream, but a real and logical world.

But it was also because of this that he didn't dare to gamble.

This kind of great power to open up a similar but completely different world has surpassed the most powerful monk he imagined, and made Xingping understand that all this is a huge pit.

In this turmoil, he has no qualifications, and he dare not take his wife and children left outside to gamble an ordinary, ordinary, ordinary life.

"...I understand." Xia Lin took a deep look at Xingping, then paid the bill for the meal, turned around and walked out of the small shop. "Come on, let me see your strongest knife."

Xingping also stood up, did not look at the father and son behind the kitchen counter, and walked out of the shop together behind Xia Lin.

Just as they walked out of the store, the father and son said in unison from the store behind them - "The hospitality is not good!"

……

The wind stopped, the sound stopped.

Silence is the prelude to the storm, on the deserted street, only Xia Lin and Xingping stood facing each other.

"Please."

Xingping untied his backpack, took out a kitchen knife from inside, then threw the backpack on the ground and ignored it.

"Please."

Responding with the same request, Xingping faded away from his haggard and decadent posture, boiling with murderous intent, carrying a ferocious and evil sword intent, turning the place in sight into scarlet, like a sea of ​​blood coming to the world, Shura's extinction World, slaughter the world, wash all living beings with blood.

When the sword was raised, there was boundless killing intent and endless killing intent, which made Feng Yun's expression change and the sky turned into chaos.

The next moment, a blood-red knife light burst out from the edge of the blade and rushed straight into the sky. Just the prelude of the blade's momentum separated the boundless sea of ​​clouds above the sky, and drew an irreversible line on the vast sky. Dark red bloodstains.

Risking everything, doing everything, giving up his way of life, Xingping poured everything he had into this last knife in his life.

The sword's energy is like blood, the sky and the earth are lined up, the sky is pale, and the sky is falling--Zhan Xing.

Knife, fall.

"Your murderous aura doesn't have any bloody smell associated with humans, it's absolutely impossible for you to use this move purely!"

The sword's power shattered, the light of the sword was annihilated, and the light of the sword was broken.

Xingping gave up his life and swung the last knife, which was smashed to pieces in the blink of an eye, and then the lightsaber in Xia Lin's hand pierced into the heart of the corpse that had lost the breath of life but was still standing, and smashed the still standing corpse. There was still a faint beating, but the heart of the kitchen that couldn't bring back its vitality was shattered.

"rest in peace."

Chapter 616 A ten-light-year-old "Dan Ding"

When the knife was just started, Xia Lin saw through the impurity of the knife.

Don't look at the bloody knife light piercing the sky, it can draw bloodstains on the vast sky, the momentum alone is enough to change the color of the situation, and the boiling killing intent pushes the knife intent, turning everything in sight into a blur Scarlet, like a sea of ​​blood Shura came in person, about to set off a mighty catastrophe of destroying the world.

Unfortunately, that's about it.

Even if the person who made the knife sacrificed everything, tried his best, discarded the last bit of vitality, squeezed his body, and poured everything that could be used into the knife.