Simple means, but not simple wisdom.⊙,

This small trap must be extremely precise whether it is distance or timing, distance is a little bit, the effect will certainly not come out, time is not sure, Cuba Chiton may not be fooled.

It can be said that the simpler the strategizing, the more it can reflect the wisdom of the White Mountains, because the simpler the trap, the more difficult it is to work, but it is often easier to solve the problem.

A metal stick, unsuspecting in Cuba, directly punctted his heart.

This metal stick naturally comes from the White Mountains.

With a blow, Cuban Chitton's eyes were angry, opened his mouth but failed to raise his breath, and finally his head suddenly fell, and he died.

The White Mountains crossed Cuban Chiton and headed for the ancient gods.

He was very careful, and because he was worried that there were others, he did not dare to have the slightest intention.

But Cubanton was obviously very comfortable with the Cuban Chiton, and there was no one else in the warehouse except for Cuban Chiton.

In fact, there were still guards, but these guards were ordered to investigate the death of the armored man.

When the White Mountain tortured the transporter, the patrol found that the armored man died in the passageway, because the identity of the armored man was not low, which attracted the attention of the commander of the battleship, and then the guard on this side was dispatched, because the man who could kill the armored man, the general patrol used to send food.

But no one thought that the departure of the guards had created a good opportunity for Baishan, otherwise the battle would not have ended so easily.

White Mountain came out of the cockpit after he was sure that no one was around, and he immediately went to the ancient gods.

This ancient god soldier is huge, looks like a mountain, standing in front of it has a feeling of high mountain, as if facing not a corpse, but a majestic mountain.

The ancient gods were completely wrapped in bandages, very strict, and these wrapped ancient gods's bandages are not ordinary goods, Baishan studied for a while to determine, the quality of these bandages even exceeds the armor of the armored man!

The bandage on the ancient Gods' body can be used as a good armor!

“That’s great enough, but I like it!”

Baishan studied for a while, then calmly said, can not help showing a smile, soon the ancient gods are his.

The cockpit of the ancient God soldier is located in the head of the ancient god soldier's brain, it is said to cut the next piece of the brain, installed a large number of nerve lines, can be integrated with the driver.

But so far, it is only Cuban Chiton who can stay in the cockpit of the ancient gods for a while and not crazy, and even Cubanton can't stand the vast pressure.

White Mountain was well aware of the limited time, and he walked around the head of the ancient gods and soldiers, and then found the entrance of the ancient gods.

“We need fingerprints!”

White Mountain slightly opened the bandage, and immediately found that the cockpit of the ancient Gods soldier actually needed fingerprints to open, and it was biotechnology, which did not give Baishan the opportunity to cheat.

He thought about it, walked up to Cuban Chitton’s body, cut off his hands directly, and went back to the cockpit to test one by one.

In fact, there are currently three fingerprints that can open the cockpit of the ancient gods, one is the fingerprint of Cubanaton, one is the fingerprint of Cuban Chiton, and the fingerprint of the transformation of the ancient gods.

White Mountain tried to open the cockpit, the cockpit opened the moment, a more violent divine power rushed to the surface, Baishan clenched his teeth, and finally reluctantly stepped back two steps a little better.

"It's like a demonic furnace, and it's no wonder that the people who go in turn become insane."The White Mountain felt the terrible breath of the endless source, and sighed in his heart.

But he knows what the soul is, and what he needs to do is to protect the soul, and the body is second.

There was not much time left for him, and it was believed that the enemy would soon be back, and once Cuban Chitton's death was discovered, his situation would be in danger.

He took a deep breath, and then he went step by step to the cockpit.

At this time, he felt that every step he took was like jumping from a cliff into the abyss, and every step was every jump.

In fact, the previous test pilots were even worse, they were completely unable to move in front of the cockpit, or were remotely tucked into it by robots, and the natural result was a bit tragic.

Cuban Chitton has been living on the top of the ancient gods, slowly adapting to the gods of the ancient gods, but even so it can only stay in the cockpit for a few minutes.

But in these few minutes, it was Cubanton's killer, and you can imagine how terrible the ancient gods were.

White Mountain finally entered the cockpit and closed the door.

After he closed the cockpit door, the ancient gods seemed to sense the breath of the living, and countless red blood vessels and nerves quickly rolled over the White Mountain in an instant, pulling him directly into the depths of his brain.

Countless blood vessels burrowed into his heart, countless nerves connected his brain, and the terrifying ancient warrior seemed to come alive for an instant.

Pounce!

The old soldier's heart beats again at this time.

In fact, the strong man who transformed the ancient gods and soldiers found that the body of the ancient gods and soldiers did not die, but the soul disappeared.

This body's vitality, powerful and incredible, is not floating in the branch space, but stored in other worlds for a period of time, it is extremely likely to automatically give birth to a new sense of self.

Of course, now the ancient gods have been transformed, has become a weapon of terror, but can no longer produce self-awareness.

At this time, Baishan's eyes were directly white, and a large amount of information was injected into his brain like a torrent, writing to his soul.

At this point, Cuban Chitton used a very clever way, that is, fake death!

He could not bear such a huge amount of information to write, but this was a necessary part of the control of the ancient gods, so he thought of the idea of fake death.

Unfortunately, there are also shortcomings in the fake death, that is, the written information will be forgotten before he wakes up, so his skills in controlling the ancient gods are extremely rough, and it is even worse than driving mechs in Baishan.

Of course, the ancient gods are extremely powerful, and even if a fool can use it, it can also cause extremely terrible lethality.

“Take care of yourself, take care of yourself!”

Although the White Mountain has been white, it closely guards the last bit of clarity of the self, which is why he has the confidence to bear the ancient gods.

He knew the soul so well that as long as he kept himself fast and kept the last bit of the safety of his soul, he could recover quickly, and all he had to do now was to receive a torrent of powerful messages from the ancient gods.

When heaven and earth was born, it is no longer possible to understand.

Thus a giant was born, and he did not need to open the world like Pangu, nor did he have his own duties as the ancient giants of the Greek gods.

He was born of the void, not knowing why he exists and has himself.

Finally, he gave himself a name, called: the first man.

The first man spent countless years in nothingness, and then he discovers two planets, he falls to the planet, and he meets friends.

Day by day, there is joy and sadness.

The first man became more and more powerful, he guarded everything on the planet, he was called the patron saint, his first friends, gradually experienced the life and death, completely left him.

This is a very long and long experience, the long white mountain was almost washed into the first person by the torrent of memory, but the white mountain is still clinging to the last bit of clarity of the soul, it is very clear that this is only the memory of the ancient gods, not his memory.

The first man had many, many friends, and he had encountered countless conspiracies, and countless years made him gradually from the pure onion to the vicissitudes of the world.

From the beginning he liked to make friends to everything behind him, he went through hundreds of millions of trillions of years.

His first friend died one day.

He suddenly found himself as if he were living alone in this world, although there are still countless people alive, but he does not feel that those people are alive, he has seen the future of these people, all from his experience.

Solitary, endless solitude.

In the end, the first person chose to end up with himself, just as the civilization of the Light Man encountered by the White River at the beginning eventually went to the road of self-destruction.

Only the first man's body is too strong, powerful can not be destroyed, until the world is destroyed, his body so into the branch space, began a long and long drift.

This body was once swallowed by the greedy giant snake, and finally the greedy giant snake died and decomposed, and his body floated out of the remains of the giant snake and continued to drift.

Finally, Cuban found him.

White Mountain felt that it had been a long time, but in fact it was only for a moment, he wanted to open his eyes, but the eyes of his body, but the eyes of the ancient Gods.

The moment the ancient gods opened their eyes, as if a storm had swept the earth, and the guards who had just returned were all blown off, and they all hit the walls, each showing a shocked expression.

Everyone looked at the ancient warriors to open the top of the battleship, and then slowly sat up.

So the ancient warrior sat up, one hand holding the bran, and said to himself, “Who am I?”

This is the doubt of the White Mountain, he immersed in the memory of the ancient gods and soldiers, it is equivalent to following the ancient gods and soldiers to spend a lifetime, that is a very long life, his life compared with the life of the ancient gods soldiers, it is simply insignificant.

Such a huge torrent of memories caused him to be a little confused about himself for a while.

Suddenly White Mountain saw a frightened guard, his eyes moved to lock a guard, fingers to hold the other's clothes, and raised to ask: "What do you think... what is the meaning of life?" 」

“I...I... don’t kill me...” The guard was sweating, his back was wet with sweat, and even the urine began to fall under his cronch, and he panicked and cried.

Others may not know how terrible the ancient gods are, but as guards of the ancient gods and soldiers, they all know too much how perverted the ancient gods and soldiers are.

It can be said that this ancient warrior is not comparable to man, and the ancient god soldier itself is an invincible symbol.

If the first person does not choose to end himself, I am afraid that no one can kill him!