My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

　　 The sixth century.

　　 Jiaxia re-entered the throne.

　　 All the ants on the table learned to stand upright.

　　 even began to learn to walk upright, freeing up limbs and arms, and began to make tools.

　　 And their bodies are extremely strong, and with the infiltration of the soul again and again, death enters the body, plus exercise, a certain kind of alienation appears.

　　 And Jiaxia is at the forefront!

Its body is extremely fit. Due to standing upright, the hindering giant ant's tail begins to shrink. When walking upright, it even has a proportional line similar to a human body. Numerous red armors cover the body, vaguely beginning to crack, revealing the tyranny inside. Muscles, like an ant head human creature in armor.

　　 "This is a demon king!"

　　 Fu Qingjun vaguely came up with this word in his mind.

　　 However, at this time, the entire foundation pile skills have been basically completed.

　　 After all, as a basic entry, it is very simple. All the ants below have no exercises to practice and have entered a state of doing nothing.

　　 For a while, Jiaxia began to panic.

　　 "God bestowed classics, already..."

　　 "Now that the creatures are strong, if God descends to grant the scriptures again, we might be able to..." Jiaxia took a deep breath, but with firm eyesight, she looked at all the people below:

　　 Do you want to tell them that God has already abandoned us?

　　 I have done something that God is absolutely impossible to forgive, and wrote that blasphemous slate?

Do not!

　　 He clearly knows what kind of collapse it would mean to lose faith.

　　 "Since the gods do not care about me, I am a new god, with a mortal body, doing the deeds of gods, shouldering the responsibilities of gods, leading the creatures on the ground to glory..."

　　 It is such a crazy idea to use the wisdom of living beings to perform the duties of God and lead the common people on the ground!

　　 If you are known by God, you will be laughed at, right?

　　 But he has no choice, no retreat, civilization can no longer rely on the gods in the sky, he can only rely on himself.

　　 But only oneself knows to be a god, how ignorant and arrogant this is...

　　 Just by looking at this divinely bestowed book, you will know that it is extremely concise, but it contains endless changes.

　　 is just a standing posture, from the posture, movement, mind, breathing, exercise, the current self, even the one-hundred-thousandth of the knowledge of the gods can't match it, right?

　　 He can only choose to expand the population.

　　 He chooses to mate with the same mature queen ant.

　　 At the same time, in order not to let the people do nothing...

　　 "History is a chapter that records wisdom!"

　　 "Wisdom is condensed into knowledge, and now we are building historical statues of our past."

　　 he said so suddenly.

　　 He wants to record the "Lion Stakes" in ancient books.

　　 a huge towering beside the golden pagoda, all later generations know that this is a transitional sign for them to walk upright!

　　 Boom!

　　 The huge construction project has started.

　　 Numerous ant-man began to dig out wooden blocks on the ground, without a teacher, through the tenon and tenon structure, to build huge statues.

　　 A huge lion-body ant-faced statue, crawling on the side of the inverted giant mountain, its eyes overlooking the world, full of majesty and boldness, with the face of Jiaxia.

　　 This is a statue of the **** of wisdom.

　　 This has become the spiritual belief that supports the entire civilization.

　　Countless creatures write hymns for Jiaxia, compose slates, and extol his greatness. This is the reincarnation of the gods. Under his leadership, they will surely go to glory!

　　—No one knows Jiaxia’s secret deeds, but records his greatness and erudition.

　　 The seventh century.

　　 Fu Qingjun got up in the morning and was surprised to see that the second generation of ants appeared. It was very different from the first generation, but it seemed that most of them died because of genetic failure and instability. Only three survived.

　　 But it still filled their souls, and then started to make breakfast.

"hope!"

　　 Jiaxia was ecstatic and raised his arms high.

　　 These are my own children, three juvenile ants, each possessing the ability to sleep in the sunflower.

　　 He cultivated carefully, but unfortunately due to his congenital disability, two unfortunately died, and the remaining one was also very sickly.

　　 "Impossible, impossible... Why can't I find an immortal race?" He became completely impatient and lived alone for countless times. Jiaxia, the pharaoh who witnessed the development of civilization, was already extremely lonely.

　　 He just wants all the people of the tribe to live like him.

　　 To break away from God’s “being the bottom of all things, a place without fusion and wisdom”, and become a real life, able to laugh, to be sad, to deceive, to think about wisdom, what a blessing to die?

　　 "There must be a sound way to get me detached, and the whole people detached." He felt like a demon in his heart, and he clearly felt that his time was running out.

　　 Even if it can delay life, it does not mean that his soul is truly integrated with the body.

　　 Even in a deep sleep, his soul life span is only seven times longer than that of a normal ant.

　　 "I will authorize my son, Lakas, the second-generation pharaoh, to manage the entire Sunflower Dynasty."

　　 At the last moment, he decided to hand over the kingship to his young son.

　　 Although his own son is not wise enough, he can sleep in the coffin, and he can continue to travel to the distant future to rule the people of the earth.

　　 I concentrate on studying the future road, new martial arts, and want to find a way that my soul cannot accommodate the tiny body.

　　 "This is my life."

　　He overlooked the whole land on the Sunflower Throne.

　　Countless houses,

　　 huge lion statue,

　　Eye of Hormones,

　　 He looked up at the morning sun again,

　　 "Unfortunately, I only understand the surface of wisdom, but I can't really have great wisdom to find our way in the future... It seems brilliant, but it has stagnated, waiting for us is nothing but death."

　　 At this time, he entered the coffin lonely, and retired, he planned to find the future.

　　, the great hero of the ant clan, he fell into a long sleep, integrated all his comprehensible knowledge, gathered everything he had enlightened, and looked for the dual martial arts to exercise his body and will.

　　 The eighth century.

　　 Sunflower has a second creature to live in, the second generation of Pharaoh Lakas.

　　 He awoke from the coffin of the sun, respected his father's will, and began to rule the people on the earth.

　　 It’s just that although he is lacking in talent, he is considered quite satisfactory.

　　 The ninth century.

"I see the way to the future!" Jiaxia in the Sunflower roared, and he walked out of the coffin, already comprehending the martial arts above the basic skills, and at the same time hammering his body and soul, but more soul-oriented Compress and save, exercise your brain's meditation martial arts, so that you can extend your life.

　　 And the good news is more than that.

　　 Lakas, the second-generation pharaoh, is mediocre, but likes to have children crazy with the queen. He gave birth to the third-generation red ant.

　　 Unlike ordinary ants, Jiaxia’s offspring have the ability to extend their life in sunflowers.

　　 Jiaxia liked the third-generation son Tukey very much, and the second-generation Pharaoh Lakas was ousted from the throne and let him ascend to the throne.

　　 Although Tuji is not good at martial arts, he is better at controlling the people on the ground.

　　 The entire huge flowerpot, carved with the Eye of Hormones, is classified as a forbidden place for mortals. It is called the Olympian Mountain. It is inhabited by the pharaohs who can live to the future era, and the people are not allowed to enter.

　　 Jiaxia, the incarnation of the **** of wisdom on earth, the heir born of him, possessing this great demigod bloodline, must be the pharaoh of the past, who can sleep in the coffin of the sun and live to the future of every age.

　　Rather, when Fu Qingjun returned from cooking, he was shocked when he saw the self-proclaimed highly developed monarchy and godly civilization on the table.

　　 Especially when I saw the "The God of the Sun" developed by Na Jiaxia, it actually opened up the martial arts to compress the soul and exercise the body.

　　 The whole table, only a few days ago, has become a small world on its own.

　　 "Perhaps, I can learn too? After all, they are also small brains, and their huge souls cannot accommodate..."

　　 Fu Qingjun looked down at the ant civilization on the table and burst out an incredible thought, "The soul cultivation system they developed, if I practice, I can perfectly solve the headache problem!"

　　 The problem of headaches has always been a big deal.

　　 "This demon country, in the front deduced this cultivation system, UU reading www.uukānshu.com as a pioneer, I followed the practice!" Fu Qingjun suddenly became curious, sitting in a chair and watching while learning to practice.

　　 Tenth century.

　　 Jiaxia opened the Temple of the Sun and completely encountered the bottleneck of the second stage.

　　 He studied the knowledge of the soul without hindrance, but the growth of the body requires crazy external force to stimulate the body.

　　 He tried stick strikes, but the effect was low.

　　 His realm could not break through again, and he felt that he was going to fall into the vortex of death again.

　　 Jiaxia, who has absolutely no way, can only choose the once incomparably ignorant way, and lead the pharaohs of the past generations again, crawling on the Mount Olympus, and worshiping the eyes of Hormones, which means omniscience and omnipotence.

　　 "The great Hormons with endless knowledge, Jiaxia finally understands what wisdom is, and has found his own wisdom, passed the test of wisdom, I beg your forgiveness, and beg to see you again!"

　　 The voice fell.

　　 quietly, completely silent.

　　 Tianqiang did not respond, Jiaxia has been leading all the people on the ground, without any meaning of getting up.

　　 Jiaxia doesn’t know if she will be forgiven if she pretends to be a god...

　　 "Beat the body, I know this is for internal training and external training." Fu Qingjun looked at them quietly and suddenly walked to the kitchen.

　　 After a long time, a vast and majestic voice suddenly came from the sky.

　　 "The creatures on the earth are sinful and sinful. If you want to wash your sins, you should be polished by suffering."

Fu Qingjun placed a plate of medicinal herbs on the table, a small red iron plate filled with sand, and a plate of white wine at the end, "This is a long bridge, living through the three trials of God. , You can wash the original sin on your body."