Chapter 636 Our Mission

When the three figures disappeared together with the entire space, only a few hundred Xie Ling remained in the vacuum environment, their expressions very tense.

"Are they leaving now?"

Xie Ling, a primary school student, grinded his teeth and said with some resentment: "So what were we doing before? Playing house?"

Many Xie Ling couldn't help laughing when they heard this.

It's not that I agree with what he said, but it's rare to see an age-appropriate side from this little Xie Ling.

Punk Xie Ling reached out and touched the top of his head and said with a smile: "You are still young. This is the world of dirty adults."

"Go away." Xie Ling, a primary school student, slapped his hand away and said expressionlessly: "I know they plan to cooperate. The key question is, what should we do?"

"What else can we do? Everyone goes back to their homes. I told you, I still have to go to work."

Xie Ling, a laborer, was the first to prepare to run away. He cared deeply about his job and was the chosen laborer.

And more than half of Xie Ling present felt that it was none of their business here, and it was only proper for everyone to go back to their respective homes to find their respective mothers.

Only the decadent Xie Ling occasionally looked at the three-dimensional shadow, with a hint of contemplation in his eyes, "Actually, we also have another choice."

"What choice?" You Xie Ling asked curiously: "Chu Ran is gone, don't you still want to cause trouble?"

"Even if you want to cause trouble, you have to look at your own abilities. With just a few pieces of material like ours, what kind of trouble can we make?"

Xie Ling, a primary school student, also curled his lips.

However, the decadent Xie Ling said with a smile: "Then you have misjudged our own abilities. Don't forget, who holds the blue destiny now."

"Of course in Xie Ling..."

Xie Ling, a primary school student, just blurted out and immediately realized what he wanted to express, and said solemnly: "Yes, it is in Xie Ling's hands."

"Who is Xie Ling?"

"Xie Ling...isn't it just us?"

Many Xie Ling also reacted.

Who is not Xie Ling here?

"Chu Ran intentionally left us here to give us a chance to cause trouble." Xie Ling, a punk style, pinched his chin and said, "He said before that he wanted to increase our strength. Did he think of this step at that time?"

"It should be just a coincidence." The decadent Xie Ling shook his head and said, "But haven't you noticed? Now that we don't have Chu Ran's protection, we can still survive in deep space, and..."

He slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, brilliant colorful light had replaced the golden light in his eyes.

Even the Xie Lings present were surprised by the sense of oppression that was promoted to high dimensions at that moment.

But his actions also reminded everyone Xie Ling.

Everyone tried it one after another and soon found a way to open up high-dimensional vision.

As a result, there were suddenly hundreds of "Xie Lings" who were promoted to higher dimensions in deep space.

Xie Ling, a primary school student, looked around twice and felt dizzy. He covered his eyes and said, "Is this the perspective of higher-dimensional life? It's too abstract."

The decadent Xie Ling said slowly: "I don't know if Chu Ran has thought of this step, but he must have given the high-dimensional power to the main body in order to allow us to rise to this level. In this case, he must have planned to let Let’s do something.”

After that, he pointed to the white river of destiny, which was almost several times larger than the blue destiny. "He has established a cooperation with Liang Jiangxing, so now there is only one enemy left."

"The future master?"

"Chu Ran plans to let us kill him?"

Several Xie Ling immediately raised questions.

Even if they all advance to high-dimensional levels and everyone swarms up, they may not be able to compete with the future master.

However, Xie Ling, a primary school student, suddenly realized: "Maybe not, but at least we can find a way to disgust him."

"Do you have an idea?"

"certainly."

Elementary school student Xie Ling said: "Think carefully about what our abilities are? Cut off the line of fate, erase cause and effect, and even deceive fate itself."

"The Lord of the Future has never really appeared so far. Basically all the ones he sends are 'incarnations'."

"And where do these incarnations come from?"

Listen to the analysis of primary school student Xie Ling.

Decadent Xie Ling praised: "You have reached the key point. The incarnation of the future Lord is anchored in the line of fate. It can even be said that he is the endless destiny of the transcendent being re-evolved through some method."

"It is the fate of Chu Ran." Xie Ling, a primary school student, corrected: "Of course, it is not the Chu Ran we know, but the 'Chu Ran' represented by the transcendent. He re-evolved this concept and used destiny to move forward. Its characteristics have spawned countless future masters..."

Decadent Xie Ling nodded: "So what we have to do is to kill these incarnations. No, to be more precise, what we need to kill is Chu Ran's fate line."

"How many fates are there?" Xie Ling, a migrant worker, looked at the boundless river of fate and said with some numbness, "Isn't this exhausting?"

But Xie Ling, a primary school student, took out a long red stick and danced it with one hand, and said with a smile: "No matter how much you chop, it has become high-dimensional. What is this little work?"

"I'll take the first step!"

He turned into a red stream of light almost instantly, like a pebble thrown into the sea, and disappeared on the surface of the river of destiny.

The rest of Xie Ling saw that a little kid was so fierce, so naturally they didn't say anything. They each said hello and rushed towards the river of destiny.

However, the punk Xie Ling, who had always taken the lead before, did not act impulsively. Instead, he turned to look at the decadent Xie Ling and said meaningfully: "Are you sure your judgment is correct? Is Chu Ran really planning this?"

"What do you think?" Xie Ling asked decadently without answering.

Punk Xie Ling lightly scratched his nose stud with his finger and smiled nonchalantly: "I don't know, but I can guess what you are thinking. The previous words of subject Xie Ling should also have touched you. Let's These people are all born from the possibility of his destiny. No matter how different their personalities are, they all have the same moral character. They have been timid for half their lives and always want to do something practical at the most critical moment. "

"Almost." The decadent Xie Ling took off the hair tie and tied up her long hair again, and said calmly: "If I were to choose an ending myself, only this kind of vigorous end would bring an end to 'Xie Ling's' life. ”

The punk-style Xie Ling trembled and said with disgust: "It's really disgusting."

He flew forward a certain distance, waved his hand, "Let's go."

Later, he also fell into the long river of fate and disappeared.