Thousands of Hearts

Chapter 233 Temporary 1

In the star system numbered 37720 about 20 light-years away from Gersi's star.

Huge burning stars emit a lot of light and heat, illuminating a large area of ​​cosmic space around them.

In the vast space, hundreds of small aircraft are flying at full speed, galloping from one space station to another.

All aircraft have long blue tail flames, like racing cars on a track.

From a distance, it looks like a large school of fish clinging together.

'look! The three Bert players on the 19th have surpassed the new aircraft again! '

'This is his fifth overtake! Compared with the ancient racing system, now he is more like a horse racing knight in ancient times! ! '

'Kenny No. 5 has also caught up. As the former champion, Kenny Bandy performed steadily in yesterday's qualifying match. With a time of 1 minute and 30 seconds, he won the well-deserved first place! '

‘Yes, it just so happens that today’s stellar wind is quite suitable, whether it is radiation intensity or light fluctuations, it is quite suitable for Mr. Kenny to exert his full strength. '

'oh! ! Three Bert players overtake again! ! Overtaking again! ! His aircraft is already in second place! Immediately beyond the first!

Can he become today's new champion? ! Will it be today's new record holder? ! '

The commentary roared on the radio like a voice that had been beaten with chicken blood.

Sanbert was wearing a helmet, his eyes were sharp, and he was calmly staring at the holographic flight window in front of him.

The countless stars outside the window remain unchanged from ancient times, only the other aircraft around can make people feel the change of speed.

Only in this way can he know that he is flying at high speed.

"Competing in this kind of place is still not as comfortable as on the ground, and there is no excitement at all. No matter how fast the speed is, there is no comparison."

Three Burt sighed inwardly.

He tried his best to speed up, but he still couldn't catch up with the first place when he crossed the meteorite ring.

In the end, with a difference of three seconds, he lost the game and only won the runner-up and second place.

'Listen to the cheers! Although Sanbert failed to overtake, his amazing chase at the end and the top skills he showed are enough to make him the strongest pilot on the planet! ! '

The enthusiastic voice of the host and the enthusiastic shouts of the audience came from the radio continuously.

But Sanbert has long been used to it.

He sat in the aircraft and flew slowly towards the rest point of the game.

"Three Bert." Suddenly a voice close at hand rang in his ear.

The voice seemed to be speaking close to his ear, very close and very clear.

The voice is that of a middle-aged man, calm and solemn.

Sanbert didn't move and sat quietly on the seat. He even leaned back to adjust to a more comfortable posture.

"Is there something wrong?"

The voice paused.

"Xiao Rong is dead. Your own brother is dead."

"..." The smile on Sanbert's face slowly disappeared, he knew that this voice would not lie to him, and would not make such meaningless jokes with him.

The other party seemed to be waiting for him to digest the news.

And Sanbert did have thoughts in his mind, and countless thoughts flashed through him for a while, and in the end, he just asked in a low voice.

"How did you die?"

"Dead in the blue solar system near you, a place called Galsi.

The cause of death is unknown, and I just found out that his spare body was completely unconscious. "

For the fully transformed people of the Wanling category, each of them will prepare a spare body for themselves to upload their consciousness and escape at any time.

But this spare body cannot be prepared casually.

It requires a lot of precious resources, and even a trace of remnants of human consciousness.

Consciousness is an illusory thing, but all spirits have already been able to quantify it, digitize it, and use it as a parameter for quantitative research.

The surviving trace of consciousness can play the role of remote sensing in hyperspace similar to quantum entanglement.

No matter how far the distance is, as long as the subject dies, the remaining consciousness will collapse by itself.

"Can't even upload consciousness?" Sanbert sighed.

"I'm afraid it's a blocked environment. This is the best method of the Council of Stars." The voice guessed. "What are you going to do?"

"What does the family mean?" Sanbert said calmly.

"The elders hope that you will come forward, find out the murderer, and end this matter. But it is not necessary, you have to do what you can.

Xiao Rong is dead, and a dead genius is not worth more from us. Although he was once the number one genius in the family. "

Sanbert didn't answer, although he didn't like that arrogant Xiao Rong very much.

But no matter what, he is his brother.

The two have the same father and mother, and are completely different from other brothers.

So he has to take care of this matter.

"Gail Xixing, I will go there later." Sanbert said calmly.

"Be careful, even Xia Saen, who was inspecting the fleet, is missing, and he is probably dead. Xiao Rong is dead, and the family can no longer lose you.

Our loss is big enough on that small planet. "

"En. I know." Three Burt replied, turning off the hyperspace communication.

Although his talent is not as good as that of his younger brother, thanks to his older age, he stepped into the eighth level fluid several years ago. Although he couldn't compare to the veteran masters of Xia Saen's level, he was still above the standard line.

There are a total of three eighth-level reformers in the Haisha family, and he is one of them.

Originally thought that the fourth place would be ushered in soon, and that would be Xiao Rong.

pity.....

click.

Three Burt slowly opened the aircraft hatch.

At this time, the aircraft has docked on the bridge of the space station at the rest point.

He rolled over from the cockpit, stretched his waist, and was about to walk towards the space station.

Surrounded by other docked competing aircraft, hatches opened one by one, and contestants walked out one by one.

hiss.

On one of the silver-white aircrafts, a man with short blond hair and a big back came down.

The man's face is rebellious, with a high nose bridge, one red and one blue eyes, quite eye-catching.

"Hey, Sanbert? Can you sign me up? I like your live games the most!"

The man quickly approached Sanbert.

"Sorry, I don't want to sign." Sanbert politely refused.

As a well-known aircraft competitor, many strangers often ask him for autographs.

But usually he refuses.

"Let's sign one, or there will be no chance in the future." The man grinned and said.

Sanbert paused, and suddenly felt a huge deadly threat rushing to his heart.

He jerked back.

Chi! !

A green laser beam pierced through his previous position.

The light beam hit the outer wall of the space station, burning a hole of unknown depth.

"Yo, the response is very fast. It is indeed one of the three pillars of the Misha family."

The blond man with strange eyes laughed.

"But it's a pity. After today, my favorite pilot will be one less. Obviously you have just risen again, and you are almost able to win the championship."

"The Shire family...!!!?" Sanbert's face was gloomy, and he recognized the root of the blow just now, and silver patterns appeared on his body automatically.

His original anthropomorphic skin quickly transformed into a slightly black hard metal.

"Do you want to start a full-scale war with my Haisha family!?" Sanbert shouted sharply.

"Stop shouting, the public channel is not so loud that people can hear it. The surrounding area of ​​this place has long been blocked by us." The strange-colored man laughed.

He and three other translucent figures quietly surrounded Sanbert.

"Besides, I didn't think about it, but the war has already started." Before the man of different color finished speaking, he had already galloped towards Sanbert.

Zheng! !

The arms of the two collided, sending out gray shock waves.

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Galhi Star.

In the blue solar system twenty light-years away.

Wang Yiyang sat quietly on the seat.

The inner energy overflowed all over his body, turning into transparent dragons, constantly flying around.

He stretched out his hand lightly, palm spread out.

A swimming dragon flew gently to his palm, its beard floated, and its head raised to look at him.

"Thousand-change Heart Sutra, the third layer of inner qi, can be completed overnight."

"Presumably the countless martial arts monks in that world will feel unfair if they know about it."

Wang Yiyang sighed, raised his hand lightly, let You Long fly away, became invisible again, and returned to his body.

The Thousand Changes Heart Sutra in the perfect state is the result of Qian Bianzi's hard work for a hundred years, and now it has become his cultivation base overnight.

This huge inner energy, even with his current Wushou body, would take more than twenty years to cultivate.

But now he possesses it in an instant and becomes his own.

Wang Yiyang let go of his senses, and saw a mosquito that had just flown in from the room, and when it approached him five meters away, its movements slowed down rapidly.

The mosquito panicked and wanted to flee, but the speed of fleeing was still slowed down by more than half.

"Thousand-change Heart Sutra on the third floor, the heart net qi transformed, is enough to slow down by 60%, which is 60% of the speed."

Wang Yiyang was satisfied.

This inner energy radiating force field doesn't need to be consumed at all, it will take effect naturally.

But usually, if it is not necessary, this ability still has to be blocked.

Otherwise, if my family members get close to me, the speed will immediately decrease by 60%. That scene...

Wang Yiyang adjusted his mind, reversed and actively restrained, and forcibly contracted the radiation force field by restraining his breath.

Although it is more laborious, it is always impossible to open it all the time to affect the people around.

"For the time being, I can't feel the changes and power of the soaring Xinwangqi, so I have to find a suitable opponent to try.

We'll talk about these things later, but we still have to look at the new identity first. "

Wang Yiyang set his sights on the data column again.

The rapidly swiping data bar is faster than before.

Waited for more than an hour.

Only then did Wang Yiyang notice that the speed of data refreshing started to slow down.

Waited for another ten minutes.

Finally, the data bar slowly stopped.

A line of characters that can be understood is revealed.

'Time and space filling...'

'Xiangma is under construction...'

‘Black iron-level identity is starting to be synthesized... please wait. '

Another brief data refresh began.

Wang Yiyang stared at the data column, this time the identity synthesis process seemed to be different from the other times.

After a while, the data bar stopped again, and the new information was finally fully revealed.

‘From your hometown, you came to the border town of Aldo to garrison and became a glorious imperial swordsman. '

‘You’ve been cultivating the pig-headed race’s vindictiveness, but it’s a pity that you haven’t made any progress for more than ten years.

So, you gave up, married a Baihua pig wife, gave birth to twenty-three pig-headed babies, lived a happy life, and died at the age of seventy-three. '

"..."

"It's over??!"

Wang Yiyang was a little confused.

After getting the identity system for so long, it was the first time he had encountered such a watery identity.

He died at the age of seventy-three! ?

Twenty-three pig-headed babies! ?

The identity of feelings is a pig-headed man?

Wang Yiyang's heart ached.

"I finally understand that the black iron level is indeed a randomly generated extraordinary identity. The imperial longsword soldier who cultivates fighting spirit does have some extraordinary elements..."

"It's just that compared with the previous ones, isn't it a bit too bad?"

Looking at the previous identities, which one is not a big shot, even the worst one is a master of art.

How is it like now...all the pig-headed people are here?

Martial arts come for fantasy?

Wang Yiyang immediately felt that a large wave of real memories rushed into his mind crazily.