My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

I seem to finally understand how to use hair.

Evening Banquet of Gods and Demons can be regarded as unlocking a new method of use.

While Fu Qingjun was feeling emotional, he also looked at the other party,

I will give you three years. According to the ancient inheritance in my mind and the millions of years of prehistoric flood knowledge, I will sort out the plan for the evolution of creatures. There is only one chance... If you want to change this ancient world.

Yes! The boy became excited.

Three years or three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Fu Qingjun came again and led the little boy into the banquet of gods and demons.

For the first time, guide outsiders in.

Fu Qingjun squinted his eyes, watching other people start to use his special abilities, but they were not his subordinates.

He tried it. If he doesn't resist, he can forcibly infect the other party, plug in the stupid hair, and become his own subordinate...

However, there seems to be some kind of mechanism in the other party's mind, once it is invaded, it will explode, and the little boy will die.

So, no matter what, the other party can only be the person of that mysterious creature...

Sure enough, it was not so casually invaded.

But it is because of the other party's people that he can have those inheritances, isn't it?

Fu Qingjun, a white-clothed young man with white wings, said with a faint smile, It doesn't matter if you belong to me or not? As long as you do things for me, that's enough.

Even in the future, he will turn against me.

I am now, based on the civilization foundation of the other party's millions of years, let him stand on the shoulders of giants, and help me deduce a race and cultivation system!

He can't reveal his inheritance system, so just use his accumulated knowledge to deduce a new system and give it to me...

Fu Qingjun smiled.

He is exploiting a loophole.

In an indirect way, steal the essence of their civilization!

Mo Luo and the others are acting in the best way,

Why not yourself?

While its own best approach, it's also a bit dirty.

However, he likes to use small things to make big things, and as a hidden black hand behind the scenes, he accidentally drops a chess piece to the world to promote the turmoil and development of the world structure.

The world is fighting, so why not him?

It's the first time that someone who isn't me has eaten my bonus... the little guy with thick hair, I hope you can fight for it. Fu Qingjun looked at the little guy in the banquet of gods and demons.

Several hours passed.

The little boy finally worked out the new version, reinventing himself directly in his head.

He doesn't seem to be different in appearance, but the arrangement of the soul has undergone a certain change, which can be compressed and condensed at a high density.

You succeeded. Fu Qingjun said.

Yes, master. The little boy, a little giant, bowed down earnestly, Master, may I ask your name?

You are my fourth disciple, but you are only an anonymous disciple. I will not teach you anything, and I have given you infinite possibilities. Fu Qingjun said: After all, I and that ancient disciple The gods and demons are old friends, and you are his divine blood son, I just give him some small help.

The little boy still bowed respectfully,

I'm too weak to be accepted as a disciple by you, an existence comparable to the gods and demons of the ancestors, but I will definitely strive to change this world. I don't have a name yet, please give me a name.

A name?

Fu Qingjun looked up at the misty sky, The world is very gray, I hope you will bring light, and name it Baishi. Bai Long bowed earnestly.

Fu Qingjun went away.

I'm sorry, I specially selected a person with an extremely sense of justice to disrupt the world. Fu Qingjun sighed inwardly, feeling somewhat guilty.

I hope to witness the next era, your rise.

...

time flies.

Forty-eight years of the Dark Titan Era.

Forty-eight years at the speed of God is not a short number even for a giant. Many existences have grown, broken through, aged, and fallen.

they found that

Those prehistoric big witch tribes, the survivor camp, have begun to cultivate mortal civilization for more than a month.

They observed it curiously at first, and the names were all hype, prehistoric civilization, great universe civilization...but then they felt that it didn't matter, it was too weak!

Even those Mayan civilizations are far inferior to their heritage, let alone these guys?

Although they have spiritual food and sustenance, they are still being infected and assimilated, and the number of their kindred has not decreased.

At the same time, their attention is also because they are more focused on those small creatures.

Incredible! Simply incredible!

The 'mortal' race on this planet is simply the most convenient weapon for the birth of a true god!

...

Originally, these outsiders naturally did not hold the hope of breaking through the true gods, and directly borrowed the blood of the gods to break through into false gods.

After all, to break through to a true god, at least tens of thousands of masters of the same race must have the sympathy with each other, which means that a race must have at least tens of billions of people practicing at the same time to have the probability of becoming a true god.

But now?

Their reproduction numbers are too fast.

It's really a magical land with all kinds of mysteries. It is indeed the ancient soil where this corpse of a god and demon was born.

They opened fire, and with the continuous appearance of true gods, victory can be expected.

As for the resistance of those mortals, they haven't even researched the Sea of ​​Consciousness construction method of a Soul Demon Palace. It needs to be known that the accumulation of the fourth level requires an extremely long time.

I didn't take it to heart at first.

And Mo Luo got involved in it, and his heart was also miserable.

Hateful, you just told me a map technique for building the Tiangong, let me build the main hall with hatred, and then there is no follow-up. Now I have built a 'burning resentment magical power' in the main hall, which is the skill of suicide. Fa...but I have many clones, so self-explosion is also suitable, and the next time I crack that scoundrel's teeth.

Just when the Titan Kingdom, the demonized Titan Kingdom, and the land in the mist were fighting each other for supremacy in the lair of the moon, a mysterious boy appeared.

He appears in the Kingdom of Enchanted Titans.

Just after breaking through the third realm Grandmaster, within a hundred meters there was a raging storm, and the whole land seemed to be covered, with souls sweeping across it.

what is that?

Is it Bailong?

That guy, isn't he a fool? He has practiced for more than 30 years, and he is still at the second level of Bone Scale. He is the slowest idiot in history.

Is he going to hold back the third realm now?

I'm dying of laughter. We have inherited the divine blood of the great gods and demons. We are born strong, and our cultivation speed is extremely fast, but he is so slow that even ordinary people can't.

But, why is the breath so powerful?

...

This aura, which clearly broke through the third realm, has a vaguely similar energy concentration to that of an enlightened person who has just entered the fourth realm, and it is extremely condensed!

Mo Luo and Bruce came.

Little guy, how do you...?

After several inspections, they finally confirmed the weirdness in this little guy's mind!

His soul, somehow compressed, turned into a golden elixir with an extremely high concentration, even comparable to the soul concentration of the fourth realm.

I don't practice the traditional method of splitting the sea of ​​consciousness. I practice the method of golden elixir. If I swallow a golden elixir, my fate is up to me. Bai Long said seriously.

Moro was taken aback.

Immortal cultivation! !

Feelings, an evil monster, actually inherited this kind of thing?

Bruce was also dumbfounded, Where did you get this inheritance, why is your soul so abnormal?

Naturally, Bai Long would not reveal the mysterious existence of that statue, but only said: I have obtained some special inheritance of ancient gods, and awakened a different kind of cultivation method, this system is Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Elixir, Yuanying. ..”

Everyone froze.

Got it from the dead wrecked demon god?

This time it became more and more certain that the wreckage of the god and demon came from this planet. After all, there are also rumors here, and it is also the division of this system.

If this wreckage of the god and demon still has consciousness, it will definitely be heartbroken, and all dirty water will be poured on him.

Hahaha, the great fortune of our country!

This time, look at the Nest Kingdom next door, how can we resist it?

Mo Luo laughed, and Bruce also chose to secretly block the news of this genius, and gave him the best conditions to practice, hoping that he would rise quickly.

Sixty-seven years of the Dark Titan Era.

After another few decades, Bai Long, who had just broken through, was still there, practicing every day, but there was no sign of a breakthrough in his realm.

This disappointed Moro and Bruce.

Because the resources consumed are too much, it seems that the powerful power and the foundation of terror also need an equal price.

What's more, Bai Long is groping for breakthroughs one by one by himself, even standing on the shoulders of giants is extremely difficult.

Seventy-five years of the Dark Titan Era.

The fighting on the front line was extremely tense.

Mo Luo and Bruce, after all, are temporary monks and cannot stop the orthodoxy...Since they also learned to contain mortals by themselves, they have no advantage.

Bailong still had no signs of breakthrough, which made Mo Luo have to suspect that this inheritance was flawed, gradually reducing his cultivation resources.

Seventy-ninth year of the Dark Titan Era.

Bai Long has cultivated more than 70 thoughts, but he is still stuck in the third golden core state.

Many powerhouses of his age have already broken through to the True God, and even died on the frontline battlefield.

Some clansmen looked at Bailong and couldn't help being completely disappointed!

He even felt that he was afraid of death, so he was stuck in the realm and did not break through, and did not go to the front line.

coward!

Scum!

He lost our honor for that forbidden existence!

Eighty years of the Dark Titan Era.

Even the lifespan of normal modern people has already fallen.

Even in the time of the gods, more than 80 days have passed, one day in the sky and one year in the earth.

Bruce is gradually aging. He has been fighting for years and has hidden wounds everywhere. Even if he is as strong as him, he can't bear it anymore.

Alas, we are out of succession, we have no successor. Mo Luo sighed, On the other hand, in the Lunar Nest Dynasty, a great genius appeared, who ascended the throne and became a new god, and he has already built five soul demon temples very quickly, and he is still the strongest. Those few...he will slaughter us, enslave us, and sacrifice our flesh and blood to the great god.

This is a real war.

The gods who died on both sides were sacrificed to the forbidden wreck.

But they didn't want to die, so they started years of wars, sacrificing each other...

Just when Mara sighed.

Suddenly, there was an extremely arrogant voice in the sky of the whole kingdom.

It's been eighty years, tolerating you to such an extent is simply the weakness of the previous rulers. A figure towered in the sky, This god is coming, you weaklings, why don't you greet him quickly?