My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

Return to the embrace of the origin of all life.

Fu Qingjun laughed.

At that time, the Sun Jinta Dynasty was destroyed, he absorbed gods and demons, and his whole person underwent a drastic transformation.

And right now, wizard civilization will also form a huge disaster, which can absorb their dead souls,

It's like planting a seed, growing fruit and returning.

Fu Qingjun didn't pay attention to this catastrophe in the devil world. Who would win in the dark and turbulent war? Even if he was ruled by evil, what would he do to himself?

To themselves, they are all ants....

Belonging to the dimension of ant civilization...

Giving life to themselves, no matter how they go through the process, is ultimately only responsible for recycling.

This is an equivalent exchange.

Unless it really violates the interests of civilization development and hinders the promotion of the realm of the ant demon country.

Fu Qingjun just quietly looked at the ruined building on the earth, What will I look like after the third transformation?

He kept absorbing the soul introductions of the fourth realm.

...

The earth battlefield, race against time.

Too much, simply too much!

Looking at the powerful figures of black-winged angels, everyone's hearts couldn't stop sinking.

Huh? In this fourth realm, Liana didn't break through, but you?

A ruling dark angel finally arrived, with cold eyes, step by step from the air, extremely steady, My name is Youxi, I don't know what happened, but you can kill other fourth realms, it's amazing, Is it a sonic attack sneak attack?

Jiang Yang was speechless, crumbling.

No matter how strong you are, you can't stop the siege.

Youxi laughed out loud, cruelly,

I like bloody strong men like you very much! They use blood and bones to interpret unyielding and tenacity. I just killed hundreds of people like you, but you are different. It is not ordinary people who can kill all the way here. It can be done.”

But why? You Xi tilted her head and asked.

For Jianghu. Jiang Yang said.

Jianghu, what is that? You Xi was puzzled, Is it for the sake of the common people in this world, wanting to carry out your heart, even if you die, will it be remembered by future generations?

Future generations remember?

No, I remember it myself.

i am...

Human beings after all ages!

Jiang Yang's consciousness was completely in a trance.

He no longer knows if this is a fantasy dream in the distant prehistory...

But I did gain a lot.

The excavation of the fourth realm, the gift of prehistoric civilization myths, gave the entire rivers and lakes of his own era a brand new future.

Since these martyrs changed the fate of our descendants, they also try to change the ancient tragedy, even if it is a dream, it is worth doing.

Let's go, there is only the last section of the road left, and I will stop their elite troops. Jiang Yang's voice was hoarse, and his sentences were short, but powerful.

let's go.

Looking at the back standing in front of him, Professor Nasika yelled, We are close at hand. Although there is no protection from the fourth realm, the rest is a battle of the same realm. We have to fight a bloody road.

Come on! Jiang Yu waved a big flag and shouted at the front of Feathered Serpent God's train.

boom! !

The train behind him began to run at high speed, carrying powerful witch survivors and young hopes from all over the world, all fighting behind him.

The Duke of Morton joined the fight, bathed in blood.

He was already middle-aged, far inferior to Jiang Yang, a master genius who came out every few hundred years, not to mention that he was only a third-level master at this time, not much higher than the other strong people next to him.

boom!

You are a respectable emperor, although I don't know why your reputation was not obvious before,

But death in battle is the best destination. In the distance, there was a loud voice from the other party, I will send you on your way.

The radiance is radiant, and many killing techniques are released.

The blood was blooming, Jiang Yang was already exhausted, the oil was exhausted, the blood was drained dry, most of his body was broken, and his internal organs were broken, but he still stood upright.

The train sped away, and many people on board couldn't help but choked up.

This is very much like the ancient emperor who used to suppress the dark forbidden areas all over the place alone. Although he couldn't suppress the collapsed world, he carried everything on his shoulders and pulled out a glimmer of life for the common people!

He who saved the race and stood up at the last moment without thinking about his own safety is a hero.

Second floor.

rush!

Keep going down.

Let's not talk about victory, just saving a trace of civilization's vitality is already so difficult.

Civilization has been invaded, run away, children, as long as you are alive, there is hope!

Countless people roared.

The further you go down, the closer you get to the abyss, and a large number of fallen angels pour out.

Countless people are fighting, blazing a trail of blood, the blood is blooming, and the ground is stained with a magnificent elegy.

The Duke of Moulton also fell.

Even the unfathomable realm of Liana the Great felt unbearable. The number was too many, and they were being besieged and killed all the time, with blood all over their bodies.

Finally, I came to the first floor of the tower, and the gate was in front of me.

There is endless light ahead, it is dusk and night, but it means hope.

us...

Looking back, on the entire Feathered Serpent God, almost everyone who could fight has been killed, only some young descendants and clansmen are left.

let's go.

Emperor Lianna was silent for a while, walked out of the unit building, took the only common people into the mist, and said firmly:

I will be back again.

woo woo woo woo!

Countless people cried.

Someone recorded this scene in the murals of eternal history:

Countless survivors wailed, and a train walked out of the tower and penetrated into the depths of the white mist.

....

Soon, the surviving Nashika and Jiang Yu split into two groups.

Nasika chose to stay in the ruins, waiting to observe the scene of the destruction of the Mayan civilization. Crazy, she was ready to die, and she wanted to record the last epic tragedy of the civilization.

Jiang Yu followed Liana into the unknown prehistoric white fog and walked into the distant future.

Leave the building and step into the white mist.

A Feathered Serpent didn't fly, but wandered alone on the ground, drifting away, constantly exhausted, Jiang Yu became more and more tired.

Her consciousness is also gradually blurred, as if her soul is gradually leaving and returning to reality, and her surroundings are gradually becoming fragmented and fragmented.

Beside him, Emperor Lianna's voice suddenly came, but he could no longer hear it clearly.

She was in a trance, and the surroundings were cracking, as if a broken mirror fell to the ground.

She slowly opened her eyes again, looking at the extremely real ceiling of the vehicle, tears welled up in her eyes,

Is this really a distant dream?

My consciousness has indeed temporarily traveled through a time-space wormhole!

Perhaps, they seemed to have changed everything, but in fact, what they saw was only the remnant image of history, a mirage, the real history has not changed, Liana has not been sent out, and the history is already dead.

We are all dust of history.

When she saw the weight of history, the girl only felt a deep sense of powerlessness bound by fate welling up in her heart, and she almost couldn't breathe.

woo woo woo.

Next to him, Li Yi was crying and crying softly outside the car. This strong and mighty tall man was crying like a little girl.

Several people next to him also woke up one after another, all of them had red eyes and looked at each other speechlessly.

This is like a heroic epic dream, the civilization in the mist, those characters standing in front of them are full of heroism, heroic and tragic.

The praise of the nameless beings transports us through the ages before history.