Two or three things in the copy

Chapter 372 Embers of the Past ([-])

In the dark universe, the dark planets got rid of the gravity of the sun and began to gather, and there was an indescribable sense of chaos among the stars.

A huge planet devours everything, whether it is the visible meteorite belt or the invisible outer space radiation, this planet turns into a black hole, no matter what is swallowed.

And this huge planet is heading towards the only radiant and hot sun in the center of the galaxy, and it is definitely not a good thing to come aggressively.

"At this speed, how long will we have to fly?" Wu Mingkong felt hopeless.

He found that the sun was so far away that he was already helpless, the kind that he couldn't even teleport.

"A light year is the distance that can be reached at the speed of a light year. How far is the sun from me?" Wu Mingkong felt that this was not good after he set off for a month. If he continued to fly like this, Wu Mingkong would almost fall asleep. up.

He felt that his sun sashimi process was a bit whimsical, eating is not the problem, the problem is how to eat, this is the key point.

But now that he has already set off, Wu Mingkong didn't say that he would stop, and the colonized planets began to return one by one, ready to merge into one.

Previously scattered Wu Mingkong felt that the body size was too large and it was not good, but now Wu Mingkong felt that the body shape was empty, anyway, it could be divided, and then he could be as small as he wanted, and the ecological circle was up to him. It is enough to experiment on the body. Anyway, the place is big enough, and if it is really not possible, some satellites can be split.

"Open a dungeon." Wu Mingkong felt that he hadn't opened a dungeon for a long time, and he had already accumulated 2 dungeon points in his hand, which was regarded as a thin asset. Si's 3-point dungeon point has never been reached, but Wu Mingkong feels that it is unnecessary.

There is no need for file loading or anything else, anyway, this dungeon system has always been like this, even the difficulty is unbelievable, the difficulty of the simple level can be full of things like indescribable and world invasion, Wu Mingkong does not expect this Difficulty.

Now in Wu Mingkong's eyes, the easy difficulty and the highest difficulty are probably the same.

[Keywords used: space technology, high technology]

[Building a copy...]

【Copy construction completed】

Copy: Embers of the Past

Difficulty: Not selected
Target: unknown

Reward: 2 dungeon points
[Please select the difficulty of the instance: Easy, Normal, Difficult, Nightmare, Old Days]

"Old Difficulty."

[Difficulty has been determined, please choose your identity]

Ordinary people
investigator

Containment

old god

"I can understand ordinary people, investigators, and old gods, but what the hell is the identity of the contained object, can't it be normal?"

Among the four identities, who is Wu Mingkong? The God of the Old Sun certainly does not fit his outlook on development. No matter how you look at it, he looks like a plaything of an evil god. You must not choose him. He is a decent person.

Ordinary people, he wants to choose, which is very in line with his low-key style, but he is very curious about the identity of the contained object, and will it become an item?
As for investigators, except for one or two legends, this profession basically went to Arkham for medical treatment. Wu Mingkong didn't want to go to a mental hospital to chat with a group of people with abnormal brain circuits, although they might have common Words, but Wu Mingkong will never admit this. If the sense of identification is too strong, wouldn't it be a disguised admission that he is mentally ill?
How is this possible? His mental state has always been normal.

So Wu Mingkong is now torn between whether to choose to be an ordinary person who fits his style or to satisfy his curiosity to see what the contained object is.

"Then let's keep it contained." Wu Mingkong felt that he could take a moment to keep a low profile. He just wanted to see what the contained object was.

[Dungeon goal: the embers of the past are rekindled or completely extinguished]

"Sure enough, as long as dungeon points are added, the dungeon target will become weird, not concise and clear at all." Wu Mingkong sat in a small dark room, couldn't help complaining, he didn't use the dungeon target of dungeon points They are all very concise and clear, such as the task of slapping the face, although it was his face that was slapped.

"Is there anyone, come out and say something." Wu Mingkong glanced at himself in the dark, except that the person who came in did not bring other avatars, thinking that they were all perfect.

"Forbidden Level Containment No. [-], Evil God Species, code-named Star Swallowing, do you have anything to say?" A voice came from the darkness.

"Wait a minute, there are a lot of pitfalls in this statement. What's the matter with the evil god? I look like a human being. You tell me I'm an evil god? The evil god must grow tentacles and eyes, right? Is that code name Tun Xing very unlucky, I want to change it again." Wu Mingkong was not happy, what kind of evil god is he, he obviously looks like a human.

What he couldn't bear the most was that the code name was Tun Xing. The invincible Tun Xing next door had fallen so many times. It was extremely unlucky to give him such a code name.

The voice was silent, maybe Wu Mingkong felt that he was not serious again.

But Wu Mingkong doesn't do it, he can tolerate the evil gods, but he can't swallow stars.

"It's silent, right? Come on, I'll do it myself." Wu Mingkong fumbled twice in the darkness, trying to teleport.

Other things are fine, that is, when I opened the space, I saw something in the void and closed the space decisively.

"Hiss, this is the first time I've seen such an ugly one." Because he didn't have specific space parameters, he just pulled it casually, and he might have pulled it away and saw other contained objects.

The appearance is ugly, anyway, Wu Mingkong is indescribable, even if Wu Mingkong is strong enough to see his true face, ordinary people would probably shed tears when they see it, and there is no mosaic with three or five hundred layers that can't cover this thing ugly.

"It didn't count just now, I want to change it again."

Wu Mingkong pawed again, this time it should be next door.

This time it was relatively normal, it was a statue, or the half-length one, it looked okay, but the benefits must be much better than Wu Mingkong's.

At least they have lights, not to mention lights here, Wu Mingkong only has a chair left.

Wu Mingkong didn't see him either, so he walked in openly.

"What the hell is this?" Wu Mingkong looked like a statue, but he didn't quite look like one. He looked alive, but he was dead, which was very contradictory.

"The great existence that devours the stars, I am just a statue, but they call me the narrator of the dark lake." The statue said suddenly.

Wu Mingkong has a face full of shit, how are you talking, you are all solid inside.

(End of this chapter)