My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

　　 Fu Qingjun watched the birth and fall of the entire demonic civilization.

　　 Their seemingly long twenty-odd civilization epochs, in my eyes, are just a few moments, just going out and bragging about the trumpet, spending a few days studying the pattern of this new world...

　　 But for the life inside, it is already everything.

　　 Fu Qingjun sat at the table, looking down at Jiaxia, tearful of her face on the blazing flames, with somewhat mixed emotions.

　　 At this moment, the killing and drastic changes in the tabletop sandbox world made him fully realize:

　　I raised it on a wooden table, not a simple ant nest petri dish...

　　 Since I have endowed these ants with high-level souls and have real intelligent life, it is far from that simple.

　　 Raised on the pear flower wooden table...

　　 is a civilization of wisdom.

　　 They develop in such a small tabletop sand table, but they have their own spirit and courage!

　　From the perspective of the history of a certain kind of intelligent life, the ant creatures here are not essentially different from the tribal primitive humans on the earth five thousand years ago.

　　 Fu Qingjun suddenly thought of Chi You's battle with Huangdi, and even the myths and stories of the most primitive tribes in ancient times.

　　 "Now I am high in the sky, as an eternal and vast ancient god, overlooking and witnessing...the ancient historical tribal mythology of ant civilization?"

　　 "An epic of vast waves."

　　 Fu Qingjun hesitated for a few seconds, looking down at Jiaxia, his expression gradually becoming solemn.

Back then, the cowardly and thin red ant told the ancient miracles of the entire land, but was questioned and besieged by all living beings. Afterwards, he crawled on the earth alone, even if he knew that the gods no longer protected the people on the earth. Without crying and despairing, he still decided to save the people who besieged him...

　　 Without a god, he becomes a **** himself.

　　Without the future, he will create the future by himself.

　　 The young man who wrote the blasphemy slate re-ruled the common people on the earth in another posture. He had gone through countless sufferings and created brilliance, but after all, it was the second time that he was besieged and killed by all beings.

　　 "It's like a great horror in fate."

　　 Fu Qingjun was shocked, he was a teenager after all.

　　 For a time, facing this lonely lonely old man, living into a stalwart existence of myth and epic, this great heroic king who should have lived in mythology to lead people forward in public, admired in his heart, but didn't know what to say.

　　 "The second time, Jiaxia."

　　 Fu Qingjun's voice fell through the vast fog and fell on the whole riddled flame ground.

　　 "Yes, it's the second time..."

　　 Jiaxia's voice is hoarse, looking at the vast and unknowable existence in the sky.

　　 This is the first time that he has a distant view distance. Although it is still hazy, he can see the outline clearly.

　　 majestic, stalwart, magnificent, vast, inclusive, as huge as the entire world...any word in the world can't describe it all!

　　Three ancient gods descended at the same time.

　　 The white whirlpool of countless fine-grained labyrinths circling in the mist is all the truths of the world, and it is the **** of knowledge, Hormons!

　　 The endless black cylinder that floats in the mist and pierces the endless time and space, contains everything and life in the entire world, and is the **** of creation, Amiro!

　　 The last huge face that is difficult to see please outline, is invisible and innocent, I am afraid it is the legendary unnamed **** of wisdom!

　　 Trinity!

　　The three oldest beings are coming at the same time!

　　 Jiaxia should have respected and showed enough etiquette, but at this moment, looking at the vast existence that seemed to have passed through the eternal ancients, she couldn't help crying loudly.

　　 His cries are heartbreaking.

　　Perhaps the stalwart and majestic deity who has never been there forever, only here can he expose his weakness.

Fu Qingjun was also silent. He dragged his cheek with one hand and his hair was flying. He looked at the burning table half a meter away and hesitated, "Jiaxia, you are not a true god, and you have no obligation to protect the people on the ground. "

　　 Jiaxia burst into tears, but slowly raised her head, and said seriously: "It is precisely because I am not a **** that I protect the common people on the ground."

　　 "Because only you can protect yourself."

　　At this moment, he seemed to be the young boy back then, suddenly pointing to the earth, Odyssey and the wreckage of the warriors, somewhat lonely, said: "In this world, there are still people with kindness in their hearts, that's enough."

　　 Fu Qingjun was silent.

　　 Jiaxia's breath is wilting, old, and exhausted.

　　His figure is getting old, as if the lamp is running out of oil.

　　 There is no more Yushu near the wind, without the invincible dominance of the world, the courageous courage of dragons and tigers, like an old man...

　　 His realm...

　　 fell down.

　　 This world-famous hero barely broke through the fourth level of the mysterious martial art that has no record in human history, but instantly regressed...

　　 Even the third stage of martial arts began to collapse..

　　Fu Qingjun knew that his heart was suffering and uneasy. This time his face was hideous. This has become a demon, the will of martial arts is completely unstable, and Jiaxia will completely become a waste...

　　 Jiaxia's heart was broken.

　　 My heart is dead.

　　 People also died.

　　 There is no greater sorrow than death.

　　 Although Fu Qingjun has only practiced martial arts, he also knows that if one breaks down the belief in his heart, he will be completely decadent, living in panic, and it is difficult to rise again.

　　 Fu Qingjun was silent for a few seconds, not knowing how to help the other party and restore the collapse of his belief in martial arts.

　　 Suddenly, Fu Qingjun said coldly:

　　 "Jiaxia, you are the greatest hypocrisy in this world."

　　 Jiaxia was dumbfounded, wiped her tears, and suddenly asked: "Dare to ask the God of Wisdom, what is true and good?"

　　 He seems to have some guesses, maybe it is the **** of wisdom who is talking to him, and only wisdom can communicate.

　　 Fu Qingjun said indifferently: "There is a child named Jiaxia in the life created by God. If he is kind, he will suffer as long as he sees those who are in pain, so he tries to help those people.

　　 At the same time, if God creates a copy of Jiaxia, he has no consciousness and will only imitate the behavior of the young man to help the common people on the earth. God gave them two names, one called the true good and the other called the hypocrisy. "

　　 "You said, who is the true good and who is hypocritical?"

　　 Jiaxia heard the words, startled, and suddenly smiled without thinking: "Of course it's the copied life, it's a fake..."

　　 His expression suddenly freezes and his pupils dilate.

　　 is wrong...

　　 is wrong...

　　 His expression completely solidified, as if it turned into a statue.

　　 "That's it! That's it!"

　　 "There is no truth and goodness in this world, all hypocrisy!"

　　 Jiaxia suddenly laughed wanton, "I seem to help them, what I long for, but my inner comfort and their gratitude to repay, it is not true good..."

　　 This is an invisible transaction!

　　In an instant, a terrible thought flashed in Jiaxia's mind.

　　 He remembered the words of God after the first besieged and killed him:

[Worship, worship, kill, sacrifice to your companions, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, and all the tedious and superficial rituals of veneration are all taken for granted by you. It is not so much a belief in God, but a desire to continue with God. make a deal. ]

　　I'm doing transactions myself.

　　 is the **** who makes the transaction the other way around...that side.

　　 He is eager to make deals with the common people on the earth. Their worship, worship, respect, belief... are all taken by him as a bargaining chip for mortals.

"I, after all, are not the true **** of wisdom. I help the people of the earth for the sake of inner satisfaction. I long for their worship and become their leader." Jiaxia hoarsely said: "If I didn't think like this in my heart, I won't So worry about gains and losses."

"This is a deal! Deep down in my heart, I think they don't abide by the trading rules, so I am so angry!" Suddenly, he had a kind of secret aura and completely broke free, and he was no longer obsessed with the common people's attitude towards himself. The look is free and easy.

　　Hahahaha!

　　 "If it is a true **** on earth, it is my business to help the people on the earth. What does their worship or hatred of me have to do with me?"

"God, how can you care about the common people's emotions? God's goodness, not caring about gains and losses, pure and clear, without distractions and desires, is true goodness!" He burst into laughter, and the laughter gradually expanded, passing through the entire burning area. On the desktop, all the people in the abyss hiding under the earth heard a wild laugh.

　　 boom...

　　 Rumble!

　　 In an instant, a huge spirit enveloped the whole world, with an inexplicable sacredness.

　　 Like a ****, that huge spirit enveloped his head and haunted a vast and huge spiritual figure, which was his own face, the martial spirit of the true god.

　　 At this moment, Jiaxia returned to the third realm and went straight to the fourth realm.