I am the leader of Huangquan

It is also undeniable that this alien race will produce geniuses, and there are individual strong men standing at the top, but they only need to be treated as indigenous strong men.

"Never mind them."

Wu Lang immediately came to a conclusion in his mind.

"If necessary, in the future, through the six reincarnations, spiritual energy can be poured into the earth, and a spiritual recovery will naturally be triggered, and it can be regarded as a secular world."

After thinking it over clearly, Wu Lang didn't bother to pay attention.

In this era of comprehension and civilization, there will be bright waves, which will promote the development of the times and catch up with the 33 heavenly fairy world.

Next, he walked with Houtu for a while to understand the current situation, and returned to the cave of the Great Leiyin Temple.

Continue to practice.

Today, he doesn't need to turn on Huiniang again, and puts all his attention on his own cultivation.

Another year.

There are three layers of celestial beings.

One realm a year, but the heart is tired.

He glanced at the outside world, the great flood was still raging, the people were suffering, the gods in the sky were fighting, and the evil Buddha emperor frantically knocked on the door.

Wu Lang was a little impatient.

Evil Buddha Emperor, what is this doing?

Only then did I realize that I joined Buddhism and became a Buddhist protector, but died 170 times. Obviously, I was reduced to cannon fodder during the war.

The Little Evil Buddha Emperor could still pretend to be aggressive in the old era, but in the new era he couldn't beat the new system.

He glanced at the sky again.

No.20 In three days, with the help of Daoist Tianyue, someone is still frantically increasing production, earning a lot of money, and opening a stock market, crazily making money. Shareholders have initially appeared in the fairy world, and they trade stocks every day.

"Invest in a commodity company and wait for dividends? Even casual repairs, can you invest?"

People have gradually discovered that the stock exchange is much better than honestly going to the secret realm to earn resources, several points a day.

Just like gambling, you work hard to earn three thousand dollars a month, but after you gamble, you find that you won thousands of dollars in one hand, the money comes easily, and you still work honestly? ?

Thus, the stock market began to prevail.

How terrifying are the computing power of these monks?

The average stock god.

Therefore, this moment became a battlefield where there was no luck and competition for computing power.

How can it be a joke to count bitcoins per capita and supercomputers per capita?

Some people even compare this battlefield to traditional monk competitions like the [Hundred Gate Competition], in which countless strong men join in, each relying on their own means.

They bet one after another, the big fish eat the small fish, manipulate the stock market, and calculate the ups and downs.

Moreover, they began to dispatch monks at the bottom to collect intelligence information on various commodities, and to trade with suppliers to calculate the rise and fall of a certain stock on the day, buy and sell.

They even learned to make fake news about a certain commodity company to mislead the enemy.

This is already an invisible game battlefield.

Even Huang Mingshan was amazed:

"As expected of immortal gods, they are not leeks at all! They saw through the principle in an instant, and became behind-the-scenes chess players, playing crazy games, wanting to turn against the customer and make a lot of money."

Another half month passed.

The other immortal sects have one version a day, crazily adapting, and have learned to join forces, use huge funds to manipulate stock prices, and cut the leeks of retail investors.

It can be said.

It only took them half a month to completely surpass modern humans.

As an official, Huang Mingshan did not manipulate the stock price, and maintained absolute fairness. With the commission of this point, he has already made a fortune.

...

"Hehehe, the stock market is interesting."

No.20 One day, a big Luo was playing chess with another big Luo, "This is compared to our game of Go, the changes are much greater, everyone is trying to interfere with information, the changes are endless.... I will enter the field Playing a few hands is also cultivating sentiment."

...

No. 20 four days.

A big Luo frowned slightly, watching the curve of the stock market, "He promised absolute justice, but he made too much money. This is a very rich business. It can be said to be a new type of casino. Keeping shares also brings dividends. It's too monopolistic. It's really eye-popping."

But the other heavens, up and down, became more and more dissatisfied.

This business is already too big and too profitable, and the long-lost war of heavens is about to begin.

They want to snatch the factory behind this business alliance and the stock market formed by this business alliance, and the management rights are in their hands.

"Oh? Is there a fight in the sky?"

In the mortal cave, Wu Lang was in high spirits.

I have been fighting in the mortal world for so long, and it is finally your turn to fight in the heavenly realm.

He opened in the heavens, and the dead golden immortal can hook into the underworld to strengthen his hidden power.

And thinking of his hidden power, Wu Lang couldn't help recruiting his disciple Yun Rong and even Yun Changyu, the two heads of "Cloud and Mist Demon Kingdom".

"Senior." Yun Changyu cupped his fists and said.

"Exert your cultivation, and let me see your combat power and level." Wu Lang said. He has recently started to practice seriously, so he naturally began to study combat power.

Yun Changyu's heart suddenly became hot.

Is this to test your own strength?

Therefore, Yun Changyu showed all his old background without any concealment, and demonstrated his combat power.

Wu Lang observed carefully and thought to himself:

"It is indeed terrifyingly strong. The further back the realm, the greater the gap in the realm. Under this golden fairy, even if it is against the sky, it is difficult to leapfrog to fight."

"She is a mid-stage Golden Immortal, and I, a third-tier Celestial Immortal, actually have to open up the full body, enter the body with a hundred gods, and hold the list of gods in my hand to kill her instantly."

too strong.

It's very dangerous, a golden fairy is so strong, if Da Luo makes a move, wouldn't he be able to run away?

Thanks to the fact that I feel that I have mastered it, it is comparable to the artifact of the rules of the good luck jade plate, and is a figure of the pioneering era with the same status as the Emperor of Heaven. At the very least, I can rely on the artifact to resist Daoist Lord Dao.

The result is delusional!

It's hard to deal with even a golden fairy who is at the level of a teacher.

Even if you hold a regular artifact, you will probably be instantly killed by the Taoist Lord.

"It will take another 30 years for me to reach the Great Consummation of the Celestial Immortal, and step into the Golden Immortal." Wu Lang frowned, measuring his speed.

And this time.

"Senior, how are you?" Yun Changyu looked expecting to be praised. Her combat power is very strong among her ranks, and most senior Jinxians can fight.

"Amazing."

Wu Lang nodded, his expression unchanged, "However, there are some places that you need to rectify."

Wu Lang mentioned Yun Changyu.

She has benefited a lot, and the secret path is worthy of being the other side of Da Luo.

"The war in the heavens is about to begin."

Wu Lang said again: "I give you three tasks, 1. Continue to extract a lot of low-level resources, 2. Find more "time caves", 3. Bring other female golden immortals to die. "

Only when they fight, can they support the mortal world and the underworld.

As long as you have money, with the blessing of [Cave of Time], it may be difficult to appear in the mortal world and the underworld, but at the terrifying speed of 360 years a year, as long as it takes seven or eighty years, ten thousand years, the top powerhouse Golden Immortals can still appear soon.

"Golden Immortal, it's just the beginning." Wu Lang tapped the table for consideration.

It's not that he's arrogant, it's just as it should be.

He and Houtu are basically at the first level of the Emperor of Heaven, each holding a rule artifact, born sacred, and the master of the world.

If there are no golden immortals in this world, how can it be called a new era civilization that is comparable to the fairy world and feared by other heavenly emperors?

"We have to wait for the future." Wu Lang took a year off and continued to practice in seclusion.

One year, four layers of heavenly immortals.

He glanced at the outside world, the great flood gradually stabilized, the common people began to adapt to the era of ocean currents, and even began to approach his own Great Leiyin Temple.

"The Tower of Babel, that's the Tower of Babel! The place where the gods live!" Someone sat on the big boat and shouted, pointing to the distance, and they knelt down one after another, as if seeing the most magnificent sacred building in the world.

"Let's climb up!"

"Dwell on the tower."

The Great Leiyin Temple is isolated from the world, and it has long been forbidden to enter, but there are still a large number of people who have begun to discover this tower in the ocean currents and want to live in it.

Wu Lang didn't care about them, it's not bad for the common people to save themselves.

Continue to practice.

Another year.

Celestial five layers.

Wu Lang looked to the outside world. The entrance to the Daleiyin Temple had been covered by the mud they were looking for, and food had been planted on it, turning it into a huge mountain with rocks mixed with mud.

"Holy Mountain, the place where human beings originated! This is the Tower of Babel!" some Western monks shouted.

"No! This is Mount Buzhou!"

A Taoist monk snorted coldly, "Beyond the Northwest Sea, in the corner of the wilderness, there are mountains that don't fit together, so it's called Buzhou!"

They started fighting again.

Wu Lang ignored them.

Let nature take its course, and gradually watch the Daleiyin Temple disappear in the long river of history, buried by the years, eroded by the vicissitudes of life.

With the change of the times, the names of Daleiyin Temple have gradually disappeared, and some only have the titles of Babel Tower and Buzhou Mountain.

After resting for another year, Wu Lang continued to practice for another year.

Celestial six layers.

The flood outside began to subside gradually and returned to the sea.

And the old city that was covered in the great flood basically only left ruins, and the humans of the new era shouted.

Many primitive monks wearing animal skins and ragged clothes shouted:

"The flood is gone! The flood is gone!"

"Thank the Lord, thank the gods, we will be born again in this fertile land and build our kingdom!"

History is spiraling upward, and people at this time seem to have returned to the barbaric era of the oldest Emperor of Heaven, a new beginning.

Chapter 441 Everyone Forgets Who He Is

A new era is finally born out of suffering.

Mass extinction is death and the destruction of all pedantry of the past.

The mass extinction kills the old days of all people, cuts off the past, and enables the surviving people to open up an unprecedented era with a new and clean mental outlook.

This flood, under the deliberate dissemination of some people, is extremely mythical in later generations.

——The ancient people, decayed and evil, wars continued, the gods were angry, sent down a great flood, and washed away the evil of the common people on the earth!

Even the aloof gods of heaven and earth will cleanse themselves of their sins and shirk their sins on mortals who are victims.

He also bears suffering and bears infamy.

And now.

The leaders of the three religions gathered together.