I do whatever I want when time stops

Yan Pu looked at the Pope in front of him, not surprised that his details were known by the other party.

He has never concealed his details much, and those who should know will always know.

"You have also been to a copy of the future world. You should know what kind of evil consequences will occur if the time game stays on the earth for a long time." Yan Pu frowned, "You are in the future, and you died earlier than me."

"The future can be changed." The Pope said disapprovingly, "It is because the future me is dead that I have to change my previous thoughts. What is the use of protecting the country now, and there will be no country left in the future. Although I am dead, the sect I left behind is still alive. Although they may have gone a little bit off course, I will reorganize now. You might as well learn from me, and your personal power will still be retained by then. "

A copy of the future can change the minds of many people.

Pope is one of them.

He was originally confused between Yan Pu's choice and his own choice, but after he went to the dungeon of the future world a few times, he understood that his choice was the right one.

For example, in the [Journey] series of dungeons, the Time Audit Department and Huaguo have long since disappeared without a trace, but the Liri Sect still exists, and they use the notes left by the Pope himself, and this sect is still alive in order to revive I and Yan Pu worked hard.

Doesn't this mean that your choice is the right one?

As long as I slightly change the plan in the early stage, all the efforts of Lirijiao can become part of my plan.At that time, even if he died, he could be resurrected and continue his ideal.But where will Yanpu go to establish a country of flowers and a time audit department?

"The ways are different, so we don't conspire with each other." Yan Pu didn't want to say more.

"I like your culture very much." The Pope laughed, "Your cultural history is too thick, so no matter what kind of situation you encounter, you can find something that can be used in your historical adage. Under the circumstances, my current national history is too shallow. Therefore, it is better for me to create history. Our country is mostly heroic, and I am willing to be such a hero."

"I don't think you're a hero, you're just an idealist."

"Which hero is not an idealist?" The Pope smiled lightly, "Yan Pu, you should go back. The pace of the game of time will not stop because of one or two of us. On the contrary, because of it, other The gods of those systems did not set their sights on the earth for a while. If it was not the time game, which is quite orderly, but other systems, would the world still be the way it is now?"

Gamers who have passed through the future know that the time game actually shelters human beings to a certain extent.

At least it gives human beings all over the world the qualification to enter the game, instead of purely talent, root, or luck, etc. like the gods of other systems.

It gives everyone the possibility to grow step by step, and also gives the opportunity to quit.But with the power of other systems, once you take a wrong step, you will never have a chance to turn back.

"Choosing a less rotten apple from a pile of rotten apples can't cover up the fact that it is a rotten apple." Yan Pu didn't want to say more to the Pope. Two sentences can solve it.

He has always been in harmony with the Pope.

If he hadn't shown up on his own initiative, Yan Pu would never have gone to him.

"It's up to you." The Pope shrugged helplessly, "I just came here to chat with you. You know, my disciples are too respectful to me. In this world, the only person who can chat with me is is you."

After speaking, the pope didn't stay any longer, but quickly disappeared in place.

Yan Pu looked at the village in front of him and stayed quietly for a long time, but he still didn't enter.

It is impossible for him to risk Zhao Haiyan's life.

Moreover, he can't resist the rules of the time game for the time being.

But this is only temporary, not all the time.

One day, he will find a way to wipe the time game from the earth completely!

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It's just... as if the future world I came to is indeed not wrong.

At the moment when he saw the missile, Lu Pingsha belatedly remembered this fact.

Although the mobile phones in this world are terrible, movies and TV are all old movies from the past, and online games have almost disappeared. Extraordinary people have imprisoned all kinds of entertainment for ordinary people in disguise, trying to make them become their own. slaughtered like domestic animals.

Will you prepare the poultry Spring Festival Gala for the chickens and ducks you use to raise and eat?

Will not.

You take care of them just to let them grow meat and eggs to satisfy yourself.

For extraordinary people, ordinary people in this world are these captive domestic animals.

Therefore, the high-tech weapons that livestock can use and the things that can hurt them are destroyed by various means, and ordinary people are forbidden to learn these things.

In this way, these ordinary people will know the gap between them and the extraordinary, and they will no longer have any resistance, and let them be exploited obediently.

However, this is indeed the future world.

These extraordinary people are still clear about the power of high technology.Therefore, apart from the usual policies of ignoring the people, several organizations are secretly cultivating talents to be responsible for the development of this high-tech weapon.

After all, when such a missile comes down, the average expert can't stand it at all.

With so many hundreds of missiles down, it is enough to destroy a country.

Oh, forgot, there is no such thing as a country in this day and age.

"These missiles are... are..." Hua Shirt's tongue could hardly be straightened.

A good player-versus-player is player-versus-player, why are there even missiles coming out?This is too out of style!

Fighting should also pay attention to the basic law.

How much is too much, who uses missiles to scare people?

"This should be launched by the four major organizations together." The elder looked at these missiles carefully, and said seriously, "Their specifications and styles are different. Moreover, this era is not the same as before, and almost all of the organizations are superhumans. It takes a lot of painstaking effort to train people who can make missiles. Now the cost of developing missiles is much higher than before. With so many hundreds of missiles, it is estimated that half of the fortunes of the four major organizations have been wiped out. Hey, they really did Realized the strength of our Lord Son."

Is this still the time to praise the Son?

As long as a missile falls, the star dome they are in will be completely over, okay?

The props that can defend against one missile have to be at the red level. If there are so many missiles... that should be an astronomical figure.

Anyway, floral shirts don't have this family background.

"Master Shengzi is invincible. These missiles should be fine." Bai Zhou looked at his watch decently, "But I may have something to do, so I have to leave for a while."

Saying that, Bai Zhou wanted to leave here and run outside.

You are really shameless, you obviously want to escape.

The floral shirt murmured inwardly.

"I can't get out of here for the time being." The elder seemed to remember something when he heard Bai Zhou's words, "After the arrival of the Holy Son, entry and no exit are allowed in our little big egg. There is only one way out." , is the place where Lord Shengzi is. No matter which door you go out from, you will eventually enter the battlefield where Lord Shengzi is.”

The elder said kindly, "We have to advance and retreat with the Holy Son. If something happens to the Holy Son, there is no need for us to live anymore."

There was a sudden silence on the court.

They don't know how to reason with this logic.But this kind of words came from the mouth of a cult elder, and it seemed reasonable.

"Master Shengzi will win, let's continue watching." Lu Pingsha calmed down first, and said in a natural tone, "Isn't it just a few hundred missiles, we have to trust Lord Shengzi."

"That's right, that's it." The elder clapped his hands and laughed.

The flower shirt looked at the ceiling speechlessly, and could only risk his life to accompany the gentleman.

Ah, it's really exciting to go through an orange-level dungeon with Lu Pingsha.

On the screen, the Holy Son was still as motionless as a mountain, as if he hadn't noticed the densely packed missiles in the sky at all.

A true warrior has the awareness to face the bleak life.

If it were me, maybe my legs would be weak.

Lu Pingsha, who had already begun to admit cowardice, couldn't help but think so in his heart.

That's a missile. A missile.

Young people living under the socialism of Huaguo in the new era, who doesn't know that this thing is terrible?Even if the time game tells you "don't be afraid that my props can protect you", which player would dare to believe it?

This kind of fear of high-tech weapons has been cultivated from watching various war movies since childhood, and it can't be regarded as invisible with just a few words.

"The holy son of the Liri Sect is not afraid of death." A woman whose face could not be seen on the screen said slowly in English.

Her tone was pleasant, as if she was reciting some poem, which made people want to continue listening.

"Unfortunately, I'm going to die here today." The woman continued.

"You are the ones who will die here." The Son said seriously.

After the words fell, everyone tacitly began to fight.

The speed of those missiles in the sky is getting bigger and bigger, and they have already begun to approach this little star dome.

The people outside the screen, no matter if they were from Lirijiao or Lu Pingsha, could hardly pay attention to these missiles at this moment. Instead, their eyes all fell on this holy son.

It was the people from these four major organizations who took the lead.

In an instant, huge figures appeared on them.

There was a person, and countless shadows suddenly spread behind him.

Those shadows opened their teeth and claws, and soon turned into substance, like a huge octopus.

For some reason, Lu Pingsha suddenly thought of Li Xiaomeng in his mind.

He remembered that under the feet of that girl Li Xiaomeng, there was also such a shadow with teeth and claws, but hers were far less powerful than the one here.

It's like a low-profile version.

But definitely the same thing.

But in the real world, what Li Xiaomeng has is a dungeon product from the time game, which is the capital that allowed her to enter the Yao, Shunyu team.But here, it is the configuration of the soul system boss.

why?

Can the power system of the time game be transformed into each other in this way?

Lu Pingsha just glanced at it and felt a splitting headache.

Even if he couldn't see clearly at all.

"Ah—" "Grass, I have a headache."

"Don't look, don't look."

It wasn't just Lu Pingsha who had an unexpected situation on the field, Hua Shirt, Bai Zhou, the elder and other guards all started to howl more or less.

They are not strong enough.

This is obviously much scarier than the previous Zeng Wenfei's petrification.

At Zeng Wenfei's place before, they at least saw eyes.But here, they are too far apart, and they can't even see each other's appearance and moves clearly, so they have already suffered tremendous mental pressure.

Some of the guards have already begun to crumble, as if they were about to fall at any moment.

The elder supported his body, and then re-adjusted the screen to make a mosaic for this person's shadow.

...Finally better.

"I re-tuned it and turned on the defensive formation to the maximum level." The elder stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his eyes, and squeezed out an ugly smile on his face, "The formation will block some curses, and it will also block some curses." Things that will threaten our lives are blurred, so as to ensure the safety of our lives. Then, we can watch with peace of mind."

"This should be a certain boss of the soul department. His shadow is an evolved ghost, and it is definitely not at the same level as ordinary ghosts." Flower Shirt said beside him.

The pressure from the huge black shadow on the screen finally eased.

"In the past, there was a country of flowers in this world. According to its legend, this kind of ghosts and gods could go to control the underworld and rule the cycle of life and death. This kind of ghosts and gods are almost at this level. Generally speaking, those who are not strong enough, see this kind of ghosts and gods. On the part of ghosts and gods, they have already declared death." The elder wiped the sweat from his brow, as if he was happy to have escaped.

Hua Shirt was also panting heavily, cursing something all the time.

Lu Pingsha didn't need to listen to know what the flower shirt would be scolding.

It's nothing more than that this orange-level dungeon is so abnormal, why is there such a powerful NPC and so on.

Several more people were mosaiced one after another.

In the elder's words, everything that could threaten their lives was mosaiced by him.

Lu Pingsha couldn't help being silent.

This is so full of mosaics, why don't you watch a ball?

For the first time, Lu Pingsha realized that...

"I just realized that I'm so weak." Flower Shirt had already said what Lu Pingsha wanted to say.

Yes, so weak.

Weak enough to bet his own life even if he wants to see the opponent's moves clearly.

Simply unimaginable.

Now all they can see is the increasingly clear missile above the screen.

In other words, compared to those who are so powerful that they don't know what to say, these hundreds of missiles pose the least threat to their lives.

It's really hilarious.

Lu Pingsha wondered if he had time-traveled into some kind of funny dungeon.

"Look!"

"Master Shengzi moved."

A golden torrent suddenly appeared in the mosaic on the screen.

This torrent directly washed away the full-screen mosaic like rubbish, and made the picture clearly visible again.

is the Son of God.

There is a huge golden river flowing behind the Holy Son, and the light of rumors comes from him personally, directly replacing the sun in the sky, so dazzling that people dare not look directly at it.

Like a blazing sun.

No.

wrong.

Even the sun seems to have lost its brilliance at the moment.

His palm lightly brushed over the edge of the giant sword, and a purple thunder light lit up on the blade.

Just like the final battle in a CG game, the magnificence and beauty of such a picture and special effects are difficult to make.

Even across the screen, I can feel this indescribable impact.

golden light.

Thunderbolt.

Accompanied by the slashing of the giant sword in the hands of the Holy Son, countless lights rushed forward and whizzed past following the direction of his sword.

Those shadows, blood, and other things seem to have nowhere to hide under the golden light, making them shy away.

Everywhere it went was almost a vacuum.

The few people who couldn't see their faces clearly retreated a lot.

They didn't move.

Perhaps he was frightened by the Holy Son, or he was planning his next move.

wrong.

They're waiting for the missiles to drop!

The missiles in the sky were all aimed at the Little Star Big Egg, and then accelerated, with huge sparks generated by air friction in their tails, and they were thrown towards the Little Star Big Egg without any hesitation.

It is almost conceivable that with so many missiles falling, how many mushrooms will rise here.

They realize that this Son is far more terrifying than they imagined, even more terrifying than what they have investigated before.

Lirijiao, when did such a powerful Son appear?

It's not logical at all.

The screen has become clear, but Lu Pingsha's heart suddenly tightened.

Hua Shirt wanted to speak at first, but when he turned his head to face Shanglu Pingsha, he suddenly couldn't say anything.

Lu Pingsha didn't realize that his eyes were fixed on the Son on the screen.

That fanatical appearance was no lower than that of the elder next to him.

This is no longer the level that acting skills can do.

Hua Shirt was shocked, not understanding why Lu Pingsha suddenly changed.

Was he bewitched when the Holy Son made a move just now?

The flowered shirt approached Lu Pingsha tentatively, reached out and pinched him.

Lu Pingsha didn't move at all, as if he didn't feel it at all.

His eyes were almost glued to the screen.

On the body of the Holy Son, dense blood-colored lines appeared like tendons, covering the whole body directly.

The next moment, countless swords with lightning flashed from behind him.

The original giant sword has disappeared without a trace.

The veins of blood surged on his body, as if he had his own consciousness, his own life.

The entire screen trembled slightly, and even one or two cracks appeared.

This gap is still widening.

"No, the screen is going to be broken." The elder was shocked, and ran over to turn off the screen.

Even with the support of the most powerful defensive formation, it is difficult for the screen to broadcast live in the form of a mosaic.

This should not be a field that mortals can watch.

"do not move."

Whether it's Bai Zhou or the flowered shirts, it's impossible for them to give up watching at this time.

From left to right, they directly supported the elder and moved him away from the screen switch.

"Don't, don't—" the elder wailed in pain.

The cracks on the screen were getting bigger and bigger, and at the same time, the trembling was getting stronger and stronger.

But the screen has not been interrupted for the time being.

The Son's arms began to move.

The long swords criss-crossing behind him have already flown out.

It has almost reached a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Like those sword immortals in myths and legends, and like those big devils who can destroy the world in those middle school games.

The cold weapon is facing the hot weapon, and there is no fear, and there is even a direction that faintly overwhelms one end.

The laws of science and the like have completely disappeared at this time.

The game of time, not under the jurisdiction of science.

They charged at the missiles overwhelming the sky.

Boom—Countless flames lit up from the screen.

The huge roar came from above, it was deafening, and it didn't need a screen to broadcast it in real time. They could all imagine how terrifying the scenes outside were.

Presumably, the end of the world is nothing more than that.

All they saw in the flowered shirt was a patch of red.

The screen clicked, and it was split in two, reaching the edge of the black screen.

"Don't—" the elder shouted, as if lamenting that his baby would be reimbursed just like that.

But the bright light on the screen is so strong that even the mosaic can't be printed.

They subconsciously closed their eyes.

Lu Pingsha's eyes were still open.

His eyes were bloodshot, but he kept looking.

He didn't know why he suddenly had his eye on the holy son, obviously before the beginning, he just thought that the holy son might not be as scary as the floral shirt said.But now, after this holy son made a move, especially after the blood veins all over his body reappeared.

Regret and guilt reappeared in Lu Pingsha's heart again, but there was some pride and pride in it.

He seemed to be controlled by this sudden emotion again.

Who is this holy son, and why did task [-] suddenly become so difficult that it is almost impossible to complete.

These npcs in the dungeon are so powerful that they can almost be described as gods, and they are far from the level that a time game player can fight against.

Is this dungeon really an orange level dungeon?

Or is it because there is someone or something in this dungeon, and because of its appearance, the upper limit of this dungeon is infinitely raised?

Lu Pingsha didn't know that his sun and moon emblem, which was sealed by the time game system, was always glowing faintly.

I don't know that this kind of artificial badge will instinctively guide its owner to meet its creator.

In the dark, there have already been countless causal connections.

Because of this, the members of Yao Shunyu's team dared to be sure that Lu Pingsha would definitely meet their boss in this dungeon.

It's just that the specific scene, time, location, identity, and even whether they will recognize each other depends on luck.

Obviously, although Lu Pingsha's luck is not very good, it is not too bad.

At the moment when the screen went black, Lu Pingsha saw the holy son turning around slowly, half of the mask on his face fell off due to the huge explosion, revealing half of his face.

In an instant, all doubts and puzzles seemed to have their own destination.

It turned out to be the case.

That's it!

Even if it has been much younger.

Even if he still has half of his face hidden.

But Lu Pingsha still recognized it.

He is Yan Pu.