My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

Jiaxia has an unimaginable vigor, she can't see the depth, she breaks down and stands upright, and her whole person is unimaginably free and easy.

Tread Tread.

In the distance of the land, sporadic surviving beings slowly approached.

Their eyesight is not as far away as Gasha, and they can't see where the god is, but they can guess from the voice that Gasha is talking to the ancient gods.

If you want to leave this world and want to go to an even wider and incomparable world, I will send you away...this world cannot tolerate life like yours, so you must break through the boundary and leave. Fu Qingjun said suddenly, Plan to send him to the other side of the tunnel.

His realm is inhuman, and Fu Qingjun's desk can no longer accommodate him.

Jiaxia thought for a while and said seriously: But after I leave, what should I do with this ruined world?

Fu Qingjun thought for a while, and said: I will use a huge flood to cleanse the flames burning on the earth, and wash the entire world... If it is washed into the earth, it will usher in destruction.

A tunnel slowly opened.

Jia Xia stared at the tunnel, and suddenly asked again: Great God of Wisdom, I have never asked your name.

I, isn't it you yourself?

Then there was no more sound, and the god had gone.

Fu Qingjun slowly returned to the kitchen, fetched water with a bucket, and turned off the fire in an instant.

Jia Xia just stared blankly at the sky.

He was completely stunned.

Numb, my mind was blank for a long time, and I read the meaning carefully.

He suddenly laughed, and laughed loudly, So that's how it is! That's how it is!!!

He turned his head suddenly, and looked at the huge sphinx and ant-face statue again, which withered and shattered in the golden flames.

That's my face...

God, it's me!

This is the god in his heart, the god of wisdom!

I see.

The answer at the beginning is carried through to the end.

Little by little foreshadows the future at this moment, but I have never understood God's will before!

Until this moment, Jiaxia didn't know what kind of existence the God of Wisdom really was.

Among the three ancient beings, he is invisible and substanceless, a fundamental existence that cannot be described at all, and cannot be understood by the conscious level.

Because once I think about it, I am wrong. When I start thinking, I have already searched for fragments in my memory, so I saw a fuzzy face, because I can only understand the face, so it appeared in the form of a face.

Perhaps, he seemed to have been talking to the God of Wisdom just now, but he was actually talking to himself in his heart...God has never descended.

It seems to appear in front of the eyes, but it actually appears in the heart.

He is everywhere, as long as it is a life with wisdom, it is His believer.

He exists in the heart of all life, and is the source of power, with you and me.

He had an epiphany in his heart, and his thoughts were completely clear.

So, I am God! The God of Wisdom!

It is to practice the way of God with a human body!

This is an unprecedented spirit of God!

At this time, the people who were hiding and fleeing in the distance slowly came out of the ground.

Great God of Wisdom, do you want to abandon us? They were distressed.

yes!

Forgive us for our sins!

They wailed, as the most common people, they were victims from beginning to end, their homes were destroyed, gods and demons were fighting, and the whole world was shattered.

I am not blaming the common people, but to open up a new world. Maybe in the future, some life will break through the wall and leave. I will first go to the new world to explore and lay the foundation.

Jiaxia smiled, The common people in this world have already developed, and they will leave after only one life. This is my promise once, and the common people on the ground, you must not rely too much on illusory gods.

He strode away, stepped into the tunnel, and said boldly:

Spirit has wisdom, man is God, man is without wisdom, foolishly ask God!

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Times are changing, everything seems to be a thing of the past, and everything is about to irreversibly become history.

The earth is soaked in blood.

Endless wreckage and debris covered the cracked earth, and light and flames burned everything, as if the end of the whole world had come.

boom! ! !

A great deal of flood water poured down.

The snow-white waterfall washes over the whole world, and the torrent smashes the earth to pieces.

Hurry up and hold on!

It cannot be washed into the earth!

Hold on!

Countless beings howled and terrified.

With the washing of the great flood, the flames of destroying the world were extinguished, and the earth was riddled with holes and covered with blackness.

On the earth, the descendants of gods and demons who had never participated in the war were silent and mournful, walking on the dead and dark land, looking at everything blankly.

Battle of the Gods...

The sky has collapsed, the earth has fallen, the gods have died, the demons have disappeared... only we are still alive.

Some creatures wept, howled, and fell limply on the ground, crying out in pain, This is the God of Wisdom's punishment for the heinous and ungrateful common people!

This scene was a great pain for all the gods. They understood the sinisterness of their hearts, and remembered the destruction brought about by this sinful history, and took it as a warning.

In the following life, this scene of tragic and terrifying mythical war, the fireball in the sky mixed with the bones of gods and demons, will always become a huge nightmare for these survivors, and the pain that cannot be erased.

A full half century has passed.

The common people on the earth came to their senses. After the disaster, their loved ones died. The pain caused by the war was huge and desperate. They rebuilt their houses and buildings, waiting for a new future and the judgment that may come.

Among the ruins, the boy from the Ant-Man tribe led the people in the tribe to firmly grasp the remains of the tribe, and finally survived.

They slowly brought back the corpses of Odyssey and the warriors, and returned to the ruined tribe.

Fathers, you have not failed God.

The human youth of that tribe looked at everything that seemed to be in the ruins of the doomsday, and what Odyssell said before was vivid in his memory, and seemed to understand something thoroughly.

On a certain day, he looked at the messy land and struck the iron tool again. He suddenly took out an iron plate and wrote God's Rules, and then wrote a paragraph:

When death ruthlessly removes the souls of the common people,

When fearful carapaces meet with swords,

He still stubbornly opened the ancient coffin of the sun to sleep,

Write the third slate of blasphemy with hopeful tenderness: Resentment for the future.

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When death relentlessly claims life from all beings,

When the old daemons open their arms,

He still stubbornly guards the earth against the common people,

Strengthen your brave heart with a firm heart full of desire: believe in the common people.

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Father in heaven, you destroyed the sinful common people but left behind the good fire. May you return to heaven and come again... May you walk in your country again and save us from our sins...

The young man spoke eloquently for a long time, stopped writing, stood up and hung this piece of iron plate on the top of the tribe, so as to let the tribe of future generations, and firmly believe that this will be the difference between man and god.

The heroes and tribal leaders of later generations must take this as the benchmark for their actions.

He hung up the iron plate Guidelines of God, smiled with relief, looked at the people on the earth who were sad, fearful, and desperate because of Jiaxia's departure, and said brilliantly: That is God...

—The place where he went was full of bones, and the place where he left was full of spring and romance.

All the common people were stunned, and the uneasiness and guilt in their hearts suddenly disappeared a lot.

This scene was too terrifying and shocking, and the tragic fight will forever be imprinted in the depths of their memories.

But history for the future is indifferent after all.

The great creatures are nothing but the dust of past dynasties, which are imprinted in the deep memory of the creatures of the times, and imprinted in the future are just a few strokes of the rise and fall of dynasties in history. The sacred tombstone of Sunflower Dynasty records:

[In the twenty-sixth century, the common people on the earth pretended to be gods and demons, terrified of death, and killed the gods to the sky. The gods were angry, destroyed the common people, sent down countless suns and floods to destroy the world, and the dynasty was completely destroyed. 】