The Path Toward Heaven

The light of the star moved slowly among the torrential alloy fragments and the corpses of soldiers.

The universe is like a quiet graveyard.

The huge iron knife cut through the entire battleship like a tombstone.

The vast majority of people had already died the moment the iron knife arrived, and their hearts were directly shattered by the vicissitudes of the knife, so they didn't have to bear the pain and despair brought about by the cold space.

The iron knife was still on the side of the broken battleship, and did not move forward because it was blocked.

Compared with the mountain-like iron knife, the middle-aged man is a small black spot.

But the iron knife is still because of him.

He held the blade of the iron knife with two fingers, the expression on his face and the movements of his fingers were very cautious and cautious, as if he was holding the most rare treasure in the universe.

In the space full of debris, dead bodies, and dust, a smear of blood red suddenly appeared.

Those gorgeous reds gradually condensed into a shape, which turned out to be a pine tree.

The middle-aged man looked at Cao Yuan on the other side of the iron knife and smiled slightly, the knuckles of his thumb and index finger were slightly white, and he exerted a faint force.

A very small ripple swung forward from the position where he was holding the iron knife, and the undulation became bigger and bigger.

A wave formed on the surface of the iron knife, and then turned into a stormy sea, which was severely deformed.

There is no sound in the universe, but those military experts who were not shocked to death by the sword intent, as well as the people on the two battleships that were approaching, seemed to hear a crisp sound.

The iron knife couldn't bear it any longer, it created countless cracks, turned into hundreds of thousands of pieces, and shot away in all directions!

Back in Chaotian Continent, this iron knife had cut the world, fought Xue Ji, deformed, and the blade had been broken, but it had never been seriously damaged. It can be said to be an indestructible treasure. Who would have thought that it would be crushed by two extremely thin fingers tonight!

The middle-aged man is worthy of being the founder of the Blood Demon Sect, an ascendant who has ascended for tens of thousands of years, and his realm is so powerful that it is unimaginable.

The blood-colored pine tree dissipated into the dark space, and the hundreds of thousands of pieces split by the iron knife also dissipated.

Cao Yuan disappeared from his original location, and he didn't know where he went.

Dozens of strong men from the star-strike realm of the military flew over quickly wearing combat armor, and the other two warships also rushed over after avoiding the rain of bullets turned into iron knives.

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows slightly, raised two fingers and waved them.

Dozens of battle armor engines started at full speed, turned into streamers and headed towards the planet of the No. 2 base.

Those two battleships also sent thousands of monitoring aircraft and more than 300 spaceships to all parts of the galaxy.

The military showed extremely high mobility and started the hunt in the shortest possible time.

Cao Yuan was so badly injured, and he did not hesitate to use up his true energy to cut that knife, can he escape tonight?

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The middle-aged man returned to another battleship, stood in front of the window and looked at the No. 2 forward base, without any expression on his face.

The streamers brought by dozens of battle armors and base aircraft wove countless colored threads on the dark side of the planet.

Time passed slowly, and no trace of Cao Yuan was found.

Immediately afterwards, the spaceships going to various parts of the galaxy also sent back messages, but nothing was found.

The middle-aged man sat back at the table.

There is a glass of water on the table.

His arms rested on the armrests, his fingers hanging naturally above the table.

There are two very thin cracks on his thumb and index finger.

Those two cracks are indeed very thin, even with a microscope it is difficult to see, but the feeling is such a real... pain.

Just now he pinched Cao Yuan's iron knife with these two fingers, and it turned out that he was still injured by the knife's intent, and the fairy body could not be repaired automatically.

This kind of small break is really annoying, and he is very annoying at this time.

It was his intention to use the Gorefiend method to kill the monsters in the Sea of ​​Dark Matters, and the people in the living quarters by the way. He originally thought that the swordsman named Cao Yuan would feel a lot of emotion and even shed some tears when he saw the corpse of his companion on the ore ship, but he didn't expect the other party to raise his knife so dullly without thinking about anything.

So calm, why are you here to kill me? Look, isn't he going to die next?

Thinking of this, he became more and more annoyed, and felt that the small cut on his finger was getting more and more painful. Suddenly, he moved two fingers into the clear water in the cup.

Following this action, several bright streaks of light appeared on the middle-aged man's lens.

It was a very thin knife light born in the water, which looked like a thread.

The next moment, the clear water gradually separated, like glass that had been cut open, but it was so fragile, trembling as if it might collapse at any time.

Cut off the water?

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows.

There were only a few soft cleaning sounds, and several cracks appeared in the glass, and then it split, and the clear water was sprinkled everywhere on the table with a very pale blood color.

A young officer came out from a dark corner of the room, and said with a blank expression: General Chisong, please pay attention to the time.

While speaking, the young officer began to wipe the water on the table, but he didn't know where his rag was, and it was cleaned up quickly.

The middle-aged man said: The Yinhai Nebula is not far away, wait another three hours.

Three hours later, Union Standard Time, still no trace of the Blood Buddha could be found.

The middle-aged man walked to the window, looked at the star in the distance, raised his eyebrows a little bored, and said, Let's go.

The two battleships left the Advance No. 2 base and headed towards the Yinhai Nebula, where they were going to meet the Lieyang battleship coming from the Stargate base.

As for whether there will be a nuclear bomb explosion this time, whether there will be countless dead people, no one knows except the middle-aged people.

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The towering green trees sway uneasy in the wind, occupying the planet like a sea, and the craters on the surface are so conspicuous that they can be seen even from space.

In fact, these are all thanks to the distant star.

If you are too close to that star, you can't see anything, such as the farthest planet.

According to the detection of the Union Academy of Sciences, this planet also has extremely rich mineral reserves. The problem is that it is too close to the star and extremely hot. The latest spacecraft cannot approach that area, let alone land on the surface.

The alliance only dropped a few bombs on it experimentally and made some remote observations.

The side of the planet facing the star is unimaginably bright and even more unimaginably hot. The rocks seem to have been liquefied. There are no high mountains or lowlands, and there are no traces of life at all.

In a very inconspicuous place, some bubbles suddenly appeared in the semi-liquefied rock, and they never appeared again, as if the scene just now was just an illusion.

The magma flowed slowly, faintly forming a certain shape, somewhat similar to those stone Buddhas that have been weathered for tens of thousands of years.

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The Lieyang battleship is slowly moving forward in the dark universe.

The slowness mentioned here is just a feeling.

There is no reference object in the infinitely vast space, and everything seems to be static, including those stars.

Jing Jiu was lying on the chair, looking out the window at the seemingly eternal Xinghai, suddenly wanted to drink a cup of scented tea, and was going to call Zhong Lizi to make tea.

He remembered that she had a special status now, and spent most of her time studying those divine scriptures with Jiang Yuxia and Huaxi's two attendants, not in the room.

A young officer came out from a dark corner of the room, and asked politely but without emotion: What do you need?

The moment he came to the battleship room, Jing Jiu noticed the other party and found it very interesting.

The young officer had no sense of existence like him, standing in a dark corner without anyone noticing him.

Looking at the young man's pale face and symmetrical facial features, he suddenly didn't want to drink tea, and asked, Cyborg?

The young officer said blankly, Yes.

Jing Jiu's gaze scanned the young man from beginning to end, without saying anything, he waved his hand to signal him to go back.

The young officer walked into a dark corner and turned back into a statue.

Jing Jiu retracted his gaze, and naturally thought of Xi Lai who looked like a stone sculpture.

Xilai's kendo talent is extremely high, even he appreciates it.

It's a pity that his arm was broken by him back then, and the sword intent was difficult to be harmonious.

The ascended immortal has a way to regenerate an arm, but it is not the original immortal body, and there will be other troubles. Presumably that guy will not choose this way.

—Well, then give him a mechanical arm.

——Get a more powerful laser cannon, you don't even need a flying sword.

——If the gravitational field generating device can be turned into ultrafine particles, it will be even more powerful.

He was thinking about these things, and suddenly heard the siren, knowing that he was about to cross the torsion hole again.

An extremely thin metal film appeared on the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, blocking the sea of ​​stars ahead.