My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

With the deduction, Fu Qingjun thoroughly understood the true face of the race in the misty remains.

A family of weird instruments.

I'm afraid it is the most practical magic weapon tool in the universe.

If you didn't guess wrong, the opponent's fifth realm, this magic weapon palace, can condense the inner space...this is the moment when it really takes shape.

"The artifact of the fifth realm, if you build a spaceship with the skull of the crystal palace above your head, then the fifth realm just condenses the space inside...cut the fruit of the head, it will be a spaceship, a space shuttle, which can travel across the universe. ."

"This is in extraordinary terms, in terms of science and technology, it is the special advanced technology that allows organisms to grow into spaceships through genetic modification of organisms, creating a family of spacecraft production lines."

This kind of similar technology has already begun to exist on the previous earth.

It is even entering the final trial period, through "biotechnology", let pigs help grow human organs, and then kill the pigs for picking.

Never underestimate the wisdom and technology of higher civilizations, just like the people of the earth a hundred years ago, you would never think of things like the Internet and high-speed rail.

Even some mysteries were solved.

"At that time, I thought, with Jiaxia's meticulous thoughts, how could he let the enemy escape and let the tiger go back to the mountain? Now thinking about it, he killed the Lord. As a result, the broken magical weapon escaped. It was just a high-level civilization. The biological soul weapon is so fierce... it ran to our earth to show off its power and cause the end..."

This is a very possible explanation.

After chasing and killing the Lord, the broken magical weapon floated around, but survived.

However, the master was beaten to death, and he was blown up. It was also the roar of the bloodhand mist that heard the reason why he hated "Xia Di" so much.

"Also, Xia Di... this name felt suspicious before."

Fu Qingjun vaguely felt wrong,

"The descendants on earth, so called the prehistoric Jiaxia, because he created the Great Summer Garden."

"Why is the alien civilization called that? It seems that it is also because of the leader of a civilization? Jiaxia will not bring the earth myths and stories I made indiscriminately to the universe, right?"

"Not only left the Nibiru legend of the'Anunnaki' on the earth, and then ran outside without stopping, but also left the ancient legends of our earth everywhere in the universe?"

"Maybe, what cultivating immortals, Three Emperors and Five Emperors, Great Summer Court, really has left traces in the universe..."

The tombstone on the moon, the Eye of Hormones is not fake!

Can he draw such a big "vortex eyeball" on the moon with great fanfare and rotate towards the earth, can't he draw a bigger "missing notice" on other planets?

My fingerprints, not only on the American continent, will not really be a "cosmic wanted order", right?

Fu Qingjun's face was completely black.

"I was too young at the time, and I had nothing more to do to let my sail..."

Although it is calculated in detail, it is actually not a few months since the incident happened.

We need to know that the ancient ship is so terrifying, all of its might, all on the sail of the "energy of time", traversing the past and the future of the universe. Otherwise, the ancient ship can only use the "space energy".

As a result, Jiaxia was taken away without a trace...

Just a sail, without a hull, can't be used, it won't be used as a spear, and it can be used as a "artifact" to fight with its indestructible characteristics?

Fu Qingjun kept guessing and reasoning.

He felt that it was really possible, because he kept studying this ancient ship, and found that he couldn't break it no matter how to make it, and he couldn't leave any trace.

If this is the case, it would be violent.

Fu Qingjun kept thinking about it. After all, this one deduced this race, and it seemed that he hadn't found anything, but a lot of content can already be seen from the clues.

He turned his gaze back to the present, looking at the race in the distance,

"This family of artifacts may be very popular in a certain area. They were created and refined into weapons by countless great abilities, with one hand... living like a slave." Judging from the current speculation , Everyone was jealous and besieged each other, this guess is the truth.

But now, it doesn't matter anymore.

He will be him in the future!

To conquer the earth, kill Jiaxia for revenge.

First go on the road he is about to go, so that when he comes out of the mountain, he looks outside in shock, with a dull look of nowhere to go.

"Xiandao Bailong, deduced the restraint technique, I want to see if the wisdom of this race is gathered in front of me, in turn, can I resist the seizure."

"He hasn't figured out a way yet, I just wanted to find it for him, and then use this to counterattack."

Fu Qingjun looked at it again, "Since I have stolen some of the opponent's race, transformed into my dependent demon kingdom, and developed this bud, then I must take it seriously."

"Go and bring the fog of war back to the earth."

...

The years are long.

Along with the constant change of times, common people's life, birth, old age, sickness and death, many changes have taken place in the times.

At the moment when it first appeared, the "gong" clan's power alone overpowered the other clan, and its combat power was exaggerated, but now with the hunting of generations to die, the palace clan gradually retreated from its superiority and gradually declined Now, they were besieged and suppressed everywhere, and at first they could only hide in Tibet.

Even, it has reached the level of cherishing species, and a "weapon" is hard to find.

As soon as there is wind, countless strong people will besiege.

The auction houses of the major sects and the major private organizations have all auctioned out sky-high prices.

In a cave valley.

The reddish brown soil covers the earth.

Inside the cave, an old man with gray hair was carrying some powerful people around him, deducing his exercises.

It was Grania, who was just over a hundred years old, already gray-haired.

"In the past years, Xianzu deduced the exercises with his fate, and this is the same for me at this time." An old man wrote and painted on the ground.

He must pay attention to the method of countering immortality.

Jiaxia!

The great hero in that myth!

He has also seen the myths and legends of the Sun Dynasty in the inherited memory.

That was the greatest enemy, and the ancestor Bai Long followed in Jiaxia's footsteps and restored the immortal way, giving them the greatest obstacle and the crisis of destruction.

He didn't understand Bai Long before, but when he watched the entire tribe fleeing everywhere, crying, roaring, and wailing, he finally felt like an immortal ancestor who knew how to follow the path of Jiaxia, just to see those tribesmen who were frozen in the cold wind. The shivering thin and weak young people can have a place to live and stand on top of the splendid world in the distant future...

"I hope I can spy on the way of heaven and seek that gleam of life."

There are countless great abilities of Dzogchen during the Yuanying period, all of which are being deduced, looking for the future of the race.

The road to civilization has never been a generation that can succeed, but it requires countless martyrs and former sages to set foot on the top of a mountain of bones.

They seem to have found some ways and see some future, but they are still doing their best to deduct them.

"Ah! This is destined to be a scene written in the annals of history." Suddenly, Grania shouted: "I see, I see! He cultivated Yuan Ying, I cultivated the Fa!"

The surrounding Yuan Ying strong are all pleasantly surprised, but they are exhausted, completely turned into bones, and are about to sit down.

This day is still a cold night, but this sentence has opened the whole era.

"Children, listen..."

Grania eloquently said his own practice method, "They restrain us, Yuan Ying seizes the house and stays in the magic palace, and in the future, I will also defeat them..."

He kept preaching that in the tribe under the cold winter, there are children with raging anger on their faces.

One of the children's handsome looks was extremely complicated, with deep hatred between them, half kneeling on the ground, "Great king of the tribe, we must reach the highest in the world!"

After letting the children go, Grania gradually withered and sat alone in the cave, his expression gradually tranced, "I hope we have a future to show, although we have been created, but we have walked out of our own way."

"Will do."

In a trance, Grania seemed to see a mysterious ancient monarch with a black shadow slowly approaching, with a gentle voice: "The first king of the civilization of Grania, the world will remember your name in the future."

Grania suddenly smiled. This civilization is still named after him in the distant future generations, which is the supreme glory and recognition of the ancestors.

Fu Qingjun bent down ~www.readwn.com~ gently stroking the dead body, and sighed: "Grania, you are a great hero. I have witnessed your efforts."

Outside the cave, everyone seemed to see the cave like a flame of hope burning, and that figure told their king that it was the visit of their ancestors.

...

"This is the time, this is the difference between me and you."

He raised his head and suddenly looked at the deep dark sky outside the cave, "You just gave them goals, but you used them as tools, as ancient gods, and I have always been a mortal, treating them as great heroes walking in front of civilization. Pioneer, be the teacher of civilization."

Or maybe he was originally a mortal.

With humble combat power, watching the drastic changes of the times, generations of great heroes in the sky roared and wrote the earth’s civilized poems, but they could only hide in the ordinary Miaochuntang gang leader in Duguan Town.

After finishing the work, Fu Qingjun sat down in the cafeteria again, glanced at the trumpet that was cursing beside him, smiled and said, "Here is another bowl of noodles."