Life in Tokyo in another world transformed into Herrscher of the Sky

Similar to Higokumaru.

Then she will invade Qilin's consciousness, subtly influence Qilin's decision-making, and finally seize Qilin's strength and body, and replace Qilin from it!

As for the Kabbalah Life Formation Ceremony?

She gave up!

This ceremony must have failed, and if she persisted at this time, she would only be killed by Qilin, so it was better to change the original plan and give it a go.

Most people will not give up what they have and what they have already held in their hands, so they keep raising bets, and they are also dragged into some kind of vortex.

Stop loss is very important!When the investment in your hands or some kind of possessions start to lose money, let yourself out in time to avoid greater losses.

The writer's civet cat for the prince can only work for a while. When Qilin finds out that the ceremony is not over after destroying the source quality, she will definitely turn around and check.

There is only gain if there is sacrifice. In fact, it makes no difference to the writer whether to devour the universe or to replace Qi Lin, both can make her a step forward who has cut off her way forward!

"The best way to deal with fear is to become a part of it." The writer whistled.

If things are done, she will be Qilin.

The power once feared is now about to become his own.

"At that time, I will take a good look at what is your powerful secret."

At this time, on the bridge, Qilin wearing a white military uniform was looking down through the glass curtain wall, and their eyes met.

"Got you!"

There is no unnecessary nonsense, Qilin in front of her is just a false clone, the writer jumps lightly, and the distance of a thousand meters is gone in an instant.

"Crack!"

Fragments of the glass curtain wall fell, reflecting the neon lights of the entire city.The writer appeared behind Qilin, but the latter didn't seem to react yet.

Turning around, the seemingly unpretentious knife was stabbed by the writer.

"??!"

The tip of the knife is only one meter away from Qilin's body. As long as the writer stabs her, everything about her will start to invade Qilin along the line of cause and effect.

But the last meter seemed impossible to pass no matter what.

"how is this possible?"

The writer's pupils constricted, and she sped up again, but she just stood still like a moonwalk, which was a little funny.

"Ask, what is the most difficult barrier in the world to break through?"

The person who was regarded as a fake Qilin by the writer spoke.

"The root barrier of the world? The isolation of dimensions? The invincibility created by philosophy rate weapons? Or distorted cause and effect?"

Qilin asked a question, then shook her head to herself: "No, there is no barrier that cannot be broken, and all defenses have corresponding cracking methods."

"It's been a long time looking back."

Qilin turned around, and a glass of red wine appeared in her hand.

"Long time no see, writer."

The writer swung the sword in his hand and used all kinds of means, but no matter what kind of attack he was able to get within one meter of Qilin's body.

"Don't worry." Qilin in front of her pressed her hands gracefully, "We still have a lot of time."

Raising the wine glass, her golden eyes were hidden behind the purple wine, and the two overlapped to form a golden color.

Qilin spilled the wine in the glass.

In an instant, the broken bridge, the high-rise buildings lined with neon lights, the security machinery, the sky full of gods and Buddhas... everything around them disappeared.

Only she and the writer were left, floating in the universe as if without support.

"Space stretch?"

The writer looked a little unbelievable, she had some guesses, but she didn't believe that she would be blocked by such a simple and primitive ability.

"You answered correctly, I will reward you with a little red flower." Qilin clapped her hands, and then began to explain.

"There is such a saying in the old martial arts novels, everything is invincible, only fast can't be broken."

"No matter how powerful the attack is, as long as it fails to hit, it will have no effect."

Writers haven't stopped trying.

Knowing that what is blocking her in front of her is space stretching, she began to try to crack it, as well as space jumping, and even some attack methods that ignore distance.

Still useless.

"You lied to me?" The writer consciously discovered the truth, and it must be Qilin who wanted to disturb her train of thought.

"No, no, no." Qilin shook her index finger, "It's just that we're too far away. Your so-called attacks that ignore space and distance actually have a distance limit, and you actually need to select a target."

"If a civilization cannot master the means to exceed the speed of light, then it will only be trapped in its own star system for the rest of its life—"

"There is nothing blocking it, the distance in the universe alone is enough to make countless civilizations hate."

It is said that the villain died because of talking too much and controlled the writer, Qilin should slap her to death...

But this 'Qi Lin' didn't do that. It could be seen that she enjoyed the explaining process very much.

She likes this kind of lecture very much, the feeling of being a teacher.

"There is a conjecture among human beings called the big filter. In fact, the big filter is all around us. The distance between stars, the distance between river systems, and the distance between river systems are progressive. The resources in a unit space are limited. , if we don’t find a way to get out before exhausting our resource potential—”

"Then this civilization can only be filtered out. It is somewhat similar to a game called famine in reality. Yes, the real world is a huge famine."

If Qilin was here, she would probably immediately remember this kind of chattering style of lectures...

When Qilin's erosion rate exceeded 100% for the first time, the consciousness in her consciousness space that claimed to be Qilin was such a good teacher!

At that time, Qilin forced her to talk about economics and philosophy for several hours.

"It's just that the time span of this 'Famine Game' is relatively large. Generations of human beings are born and die. Most people don't have such a vision. They only care about their own life."

"Boil a frog in warm water!"

Qilin's Herrscher consciousness (doubtful) didn't realize at all that she had strayed from the topic.

"Who are you?" the writer couldn't help asking.

"Qi Lin." Qi Lin held her face in her hands as if blooming, and she was a little cute to be honest.

"It's me, Qilin Kaslana!"

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Chapter 150 Three Things That Have Been Done Will Be Done Again

Writers are still trying to attack.

"You, since you can't hit me anyway, can't you calm down a bit?" Qilin tilted her head and stretched out a finger.

If the distance between the two is one meter, then Qilin's finger has advanced a hair's width toward the writer's position.

"This is a cosmic distance." Qilin said.

"The true meaning of being fast and not breaking is actually to prevent the opponent from hitting and to distance each other."

"So in fact it should be said: everything is invincible, only distance cannot be broken."

"The last meter between the two of us is actually separated by countless universes. Your so-called methods of ignoring distance have an upper limit... so you can calm down a little bit."

Qilin made her request again, this time with a slightly commanding tone.

The writer really pauses, as if thinking about how to break through the barrier of distance in front of him.

"Didn't you always want to see me? Find the secret of why Qilin is so powerful as an individual..." Qilin showed a little fox-like smile, "Now I am standing in front of you."

Seeing the writer's expression change from doubt, to astonishment, to fear, Qilin's smile became brighter and brighter.

"Yes! That's right! That's the expression!" She clapped her hands, "In the endless time, one of the things I look forward to the most is your next reaction."

Listening to Qilin's words, a somewhat terrifying idea was born in the writer's heart.

"Are you plotting against me?"

"Aren't you plotting against me?" Qilin stared back.

"How many times have such meetings happened..." After taking two deep breaths, the writer calmed down and asked questions like Qilin in front of him.

She waited expectantly and fearfully for the answer, like a student before the test results were issued.

"You already have the answer yourself." Qilin didn't answer directly.

"A piece of music, a piece of work, will always have high (harmonious) tides and low valleys. It is this tension that constitutes the complete plot tension."

"Every time we meet, it can be said to be a small high point."

"And your ability has the ability to go back to the past, so you who continue to experience the plot will naturally encounter this high point again and again."

Following Qilin's words, the writer found that something in his library suddenly broke.

It's as if a mezzanine suddenly appeared in the book, and the things hidden in it fell out.

What surged out...that was memory!

"If you look at it from a four-dimensional perspective and add the continuity of time, then all three-dimensional creatures are constantly moving in time and space, which becomes a long time axis..."

"This axis contains a person's whole life. It is like a fleshy worm, so there is a saying that human beings are four-dimensional worms."

Qilin spread her hands, and a vortex appeared in her palm.

"And you are different, writer, you can go back again and again, you are like a vortex."

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The writer hugged his head, knelt down on the ground and roared.

In memory, she challenged Qilin again and again.Most of the time, she ran away in embarrassment, and sometimes she won the victory, but when she wanted to go further, she would be blocked by various force majeure.

Eventually, at the end of every world, she will meet Qilin.

This Qilin who was different was a Qilin who was simply invincible.

"why?"

As the memories gradually poured out, the writer seemed to overlap with thousands of selves in the memory. They made the same choice and raised this question in unison.

Yeah, why is Qilin so powerful?

"You first think about how you gained power." Qilin slowly guided the writer's thoughts and memories.

Although it is not the first time, she is still happy to tell the writer all this.

After all, writers are one of the few people who can bear her existence and communicate with her.

For example, people and ants.

People can never become friends with an ant, or even communicate, because ants can only recognize each other's biological pheromones on a two-dimensional plane.

The difference in size is too big.

"You rely on constantly traveling through time, superimposing your own existence, and plundering countless abilities at the same time."

"But no matter how you travel through, what is superimposed is a specific number. No matter how big this number is, it cannot reach the so-called infinity."

The writer was silent.

Qilin was right, she had already realized her upper limit.

When the amount of her superposition is already very large, the improvement of a single time travel becomes extremely small.

This is the upper limit and barrier of her existence, and it is for this reason that the writer plans to devour the universe and plan to snatch Qilin's body from within.

She wants to break her ceiling!

"And I have succeeded." Qi Lin said, "compressed, collapsed, and reduced my past, present, and future into one point."

"This is true infinity!"

Qilin is happy to explain to the writer, of course she is happy to do so!

If there is no process of final interpretation, it is as if a story ends abruptly without a climax (harmony), and then all planning and efforts become nothingness.