My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

time flies.

Grania began to continue to develop the "soul palace", discovering the possibilities of his own clan, and feeling more and more infinite possibilities.

Through the structure of the brain, it is like an embryo with perfect potential, which can give birth to an infinite future.

"We, we are so strong!"

"We are simply the greatest miracle in the world!"

In Grania's fifty-three years, their insect-like lifespans have iterated wildly. There are already hundreds of millions of people. The tomb has accumulated many crystal skull palaces and various buildings.

With this accumulation, they built huge palaces one after another, which made them swell day by day.

"We, want to explore this world!"

Grania yelled, as a masterful genius, full of arrogance, "I, at the age of thirty-one, break through the Nascent Soul, one hundred and fifty years, will enter the realm of God!

He is indeed worthy of pride, he is a genius of 10 billion people.

Countless pagoda-shaped creatures began to appear, fighting the entire world, they began to explore outward.

In Grania, one hundred and twenty-one years, they pierced up a layer of rock, and finally came across another cave, which was inhabited by a large number of civilizations formed by intelligent creatures.

Cultivating various systems of snails, soil-breathing creatures, mechanical species, etc....After all, at the beginning, Fu Qingjun also dropped them from a distance. It is not enough if there is no enemy.

"What kind of creature is this?"

"what is this?"

The snails have also practiced the wizard system, the Xiyang creatures have also practiced the Shushan system, and the Immortal Dao creatures have also practiced the Immortal Dao system... However, they only have inherited memories and don't know why they are here.

The three tribes were fighting here, but they couldn't think of the extremely marginal position, and the development of the monsters hidden in the nearby caves.

However, they do not remember, but the palace family do.

"You guys are those guys from the Jiaxia era!"

"After the Flood, we will rule the world again!"

...

The two sides started a war.

The palace group began to release their insect subjects.

"What monsters are these?"

"The body shape is the same as ours. I have waited on this land for a hundred years to develop. Their heads are actually buildings, and insects are released from them?"

The civilizations began to be surprised, and suffered heavy losses at once, were caught off guard, and suffered a lot of casualties.

But soon, these three clans quickly discovered the special features of this architectural head clan, and after killing them, they checked the corpses and were ecstatic.

A tall man bent down and cut off the head of a pagoda monster.

Take down the exquisite architectural pagoda, observe the crystal through the windows and gates of the **** tower, the figure flashes in the tower, it is simply the most beautiful handicraft in the world.

He began to think of ways to refine this "soul pagoda" with spirit, and turned it into a magic weapon. In an instant, he held the pagoda and killed the enemies everywhere. He became famous. He imprisoned the monsters in the tower and became a Yuan Yingxian. Wang, his subordinates recruited countless disciples and countless beautiful Taoists to become a giant of immortality.

"They are simply natural artifacts!"

Countless people have also discovered this.

The main function of this mechanical snail is a computer. It is an auxiliary brain that is proficient in calculation, and this is the real attack weapon in front of you.

"Kill them!"

This race is terrifying and very tyrannical.

All kinds of mysterious palaces above their heads are powerful, and they also control some smaller insect monsters inside, which are dozens of times more powerful than them.

However, the huge benefits made them risk their lives to siege and kill a single monster race with dozens of people.

The war broke out completely.

Even, there began to exist as the fourth realm of Nascent Soul, and began to study the method of seizing the house, seizing their heavenly palace, becoming the people in the soul palace, and living in it.

All of a sudden, the situation was completely bad!

"It seems to be a natural disaster."

Grania watched the tragic demise of the tribe. Although the combat power was far more than the sum of the three tribes, he knew that the general situation was gone.

"That's it, that's how it is."

"Our clan is unique, but it is itself... some kind of magical artifact created by other species." Grania finally noticed something general.

He seemed to see the general trend of the world, the sorrow of the ancient birth of the race.

A terrifying black shadow, the existence of the supremely ancient universe, created their family, making them blessed, born and sacred, but...

"It's like... that artificially cultivated and grafted fruit tree."

Grania looked at the prosperous dynasty on the sea of ​​clouds, "We are all human-shaped fruit trees, running everywhere, with a fruit of magical artifacts above our heads. We bred various sacred objects, and studied the characteristics of our own magical artifacts. In the end, Waiting for others to pick it."

"This is our life."

"The Devil's Clan, the whole life of a clan of magical artifact embryos." Grania seemed to have a complete epiphany. How could there be such a coincidence in this world?

There are too many traces of human factors in their race.

It is probably a commodity in itself, a kind of goods.

"We, how pathetic." Grania felt that his ambitions seemed to have been poured cold water. How can such a self save the ancestors and revive the dead?

Fu Qingjun naturally saw the change in his mood.

Unexpectedly, the wreckage in the mist turned out to be a "magical weapon".

It was not the righteous master who was killed by Jiaxia, and the magical artifacts were also left floating here, wanting to revive himself.

"Don't worry, they cheat you, insult you, scold you, the common people look down on you, but with me, all beings are equal." Fu Qingjun looked calm, sitting in the room of Miao Chuntang, eating snail noodles and continued Cultivation, "just need to develop well."

However, since it was to revive the clan of my wreckage, it could be comforted.

Fu Qingjun's expression changed.

After all, the times are different, and there is no realm stuck. As long as there is a crazy explosive force and a population of tens of billions, there will always be a few geniuses who have the opportunity to break through the qualifications of God, and this is also the case in front of them.

In the dark, Grania seemed to see an ancient wreck figure gradually emerging in an endless black fog.

That figure swept through the devil's breath, full of domineering posture of dragons and tigers, standing in the universe with stars in the sky behind it, and faintly said:

"In the past years, in the Sunflower Mythical Dynasty, our tribe was born humble and raised like a lamb by the gods and demons. If the picking is true, but I still kill the gods, smash the endless stars, and cause the gods to tear the gap in the sky. The hand flicked faintly, and a bucket of chaotic water fell down to destroy the world."

"If the ethnic group is flawed, then you can repair it by yourself."

"If the race is exhausted, then work hard to train its vigor."

"Cultivation, practice, and understanding of all kinds of behaviors to make oneself strong, ants can even cut the sky, how can we not?"

Grania's eyes widened.

Their ancestors were one of the scariest gods and demons back then.

Otherwise, I won't be able to live to this day, and I still want to resuscitate myself.

However, with this kind of coveted race ~www.readwn.com~, counterattacking, I don't know what terrifying talent it is.

"This world is in decline, this era, after the great flood, our people will be thriving."

The demon shadow said lightly, sitting in the ancient dark throne, "Resurrect me, I will come back to the world, why rely on the gods and demons in the sky? My race, created by the gods, does not fear ghosts and gods."

Grania looked solemn, regret flashed past, and gradually became firm.

"Xiandao, during the time of the ancient gods and demons, we restrained our clan... However, if the ancestors can rise, there must be a countermeasure."

"To summon capable people in the world, I will push my clan's refining technique."

In Grania in 108 years, the lord of the magic palace decisively began to try to find out the countermeasures, the major palace buildings in the mist, and resist the invasion of other races.

When Fu Qingjun saw this scene, the other party cheered up again, put down the bowls and chopsticks, curled up her hair and wiped her mouth elegantly, "That's how it is, the brilliant spark of civilization needs collision to produce, I just broke through. The sixth state requires a lot of common people’s wars and iterations, and several times of destruction before reaching the threshold of consummation."