My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

boom! !

A strange and transparent spirit soared into the sky.

In the ruins, the spirits of the only remaining angels and witches in the war were shocked, and they saw an unforgettable scene:

Wow——

He stood at the huge square entrance of the high tower, facing the twilight light outside, obliquely cast a faint shadow of huge black mist, covering four towns of witches on the ground.

The divine light lingered like a miracle, like the only true god in heaven and earth.

Body straight through the sky...

The great god who created all life!

The world seemed to be silent for an instant. Even Professor Nasika's eyes widened, and he looked at the distorted tall figure in the sky in disbelief.

Fu Qingjun didn't care about the ants on the ground at all. He was used to being on the desk back then. He walked through the guard's room with a calm expression. He walked upstairs slowly step by step and said calmly:

Return the souls of the dead.

Then, go back to my room to find my phone and bring it back...

My third transformation, the entrance of the World Tunnel is finally as big as a fist, I should be able to pass through...Bring back my mobile phone, I don't have to be so boring every day.

As a modern person, he is completely aware of how painful it is without mobile phones and the Internet.

The Internet is difficult to solve, so get your mobile phone first.

And the mobile phone will also become a sharp tool for organizing a lot of gang information. Modern smartphones can far beat the super bulky computers during World War II.

Yes, it is said that in that terrible technological country, not only robots have appeared, but electronic computers have also appeared.

Perhaps looking at it now, rather than being in the past World War II period, it is better to say that the World War II period in this world is only a hundred years late.

Wow!

Fu Qingjun's black hair fluttered coldly in the sky, like endless long whips flapping in the void, weaving through the mist, sucking the soul mist that permeated the entire room.

The wind swept through.

The huge distorted shadow is like a world vortex that has turned into an endless starry sky.

Plenty of souls are returning.

....

far away.

A feathered snake figure stood tall.

His whole body was broken and blood-stained, but he was holding a golden flower bone weapon, and his arms were drooping.

The strong are always worthy of respect.

The powerful black-winged angel and witch Youxi stood in front of the figure, her eyes still filled with admiration.

This inconceivable man unexpectedly dragged their footsteps abruptly, stopped a large number of troops who were rushing over, delayed the time for that Feathered Serpent train, and even let the other party escape from life.

Although it was in the fourth realm, they were eventually heaped to death by them.

Suddenly, she seemed to sense something, looking at the overwhelming giant god, stepping up the stairs step by step,

Our world...is returning to chaos!?

There was an irrepressible shock on her face, Our world seems to be collapsing, becoming a point of return!!

In the distance, the black-winged angel guards, a group of core powerhouses are dumbfounded,

The coming of that existence seems to have broken through the wall of the world and pulled the surroundings into another dimension. The world is distorting, time and space are winding, like turning into a black hole, and the whole world is chaotic.

Yes.

They were horrified to find that the world was turning into chaos.

The whole world was distorted. High-rise buildings, towers, corpses, including themselves, were all bent and turned into colorful starry vortexes, like the masterpieces of abstract painters, falling into the endless sea of ​​stars.

But that wasn't the real distortion of the world, but the huge spiritual illusion created by Fu Qingjun's huge soul far surpassing them, and the majestic soul vortex absorbing and pulling their souls!

Just like a huge celestial body, the energy sun that is bigger than billions of their bodies, its gravitational force alone can suck the surrounding small stars of the same origin, rotate and stretch around itself, and finally return to its embrace.

It is as if the stars return to the singularity, reshaping the Big Bang.

No! Don't look him in the eye!

Someone yelled.

Someone yelled in horror, That is... that is the life-giving god Amiro! The ancient god hidden in the void, he walks in countless worlds, and he is composed of endless life of all things, sucking Our return!

God, don't look straight!

This incredible idea burst out in everyone's mind.

They quickly bowed their heads and retreated one after another, hiding in the buildings and broken towers, with their eyes closed tightly, hoping that the huge scene of the unknown world would let them go...

This scene shattered their arrogance, and for the first time in their lives, they realized how huge the world is, how humble the world around them and everything in the universe are.

Everyone hides in horror.

Fu Qingjun looked calm, and walked up the stairs of the residential building step by step, as if a child who left home returned to his hometown, his expression was full of nostalgia, I haven't come back for a long time, there are insect-eaten ant nests under my feet, and even the steps are broken look.

The hair is very light.

But when the number increases, it is also very important to form a huge human body, and each foot slowly crushes the buildings and towns on the earth's ladder.

boom!

There was a thick and dull earthquake sound, and the buildings on the ground were shaking continuously, as if a miniature earthquake had erupted in the entire kingdom.

In this heavy and majestic suffocating atmosphere, no one dared to speak.

Almost everyone stopped, stunned like a statue, watching the ancient gods waving countless round black pillars, leaving step by step and completely disappearing.

After a long silence, someone suddenly spoke.

You guys have offended the number one ancient god who bestowed life! There was an old white-winged holy angel who became a prisoner, crying loudly and shedding tears of blood.

...

...

Woo!

Professor Nasika hid in the shadows, his pupils dilated, and he covered his lips tightly. He couldn't help but follow behind. A voice in his heart shouted frantically, Catch him! Catch him!

For her, it was as if she had seen her most lofty dream.

Biggest dream.

She is a historian who studies ancient historical myths, and even the relics of the ancient civilization of the Anunnaki. She has witnessed the strongest first ancient god in the description...

On the first day, Amiro gave life! She chased and climbed the huge corridor of the sky, and began to whisper the original records in the ancient stone slabs.

It is indeed correct to choose to observe the destruction of the entire civilization.

In this piece of ruined prehistoric civilization hundreds of thousands of years ago, I saw the God of Creation recorded in the first stone tablet.

On our earth, in the distant prehistoric years, did there really exist a creator god?

She once conducted archaeological research on the Anunnaki, and the three days written by that group of people who descended from the sky, but she still couldn't believe it for the God who created the world.

But right now, she dared to swear that this would be a scene she had never seen in her life in her thirties.

She didn't know what it was.

But she is sure that it is definitely something far beyond the scope of human cognition.

He, the vast and majestic giant wriggling mist can't see the specific shape. It is a rolling black mist of endless silk threads that is constantly expanding and shrinking, like the arms and legs of some deep-sea mollusk, stretching its soft and soft body in a hateful gesture. Spikes.

He, like a huge and countless light-year-long space black dead cold mountain range, stands horizontally in the distant dark abyss starry sky, exists from ancient times, and stares coldly at this land.

All of these things have been firmly strangled by her throat, and the most primitive fear has been unleashed in vain from the depths of her genes.

Don't look directly at Him. If I look directly at Him for more than three seconds, my soul will start to shake. If it takes more than five seconds, I will feel it; similar to the physical symptoms of a high fever, the soul floats out and returns to His embrace. She kept testing The extent of the gaze, the horror it produces.

From this point of view, Professor Nasika is indeed a qualified, keen and adaptable scientist.

But, this is the Creator who created everything in the world and the stars in the universe, Amiro?

Professor Nasika looked up at the behemoth, as humble and insignificant as a human being looking at a majestic mountain, but showed deep loss.

The God of Creation, this is totally different from the God I imagined.

Unloving, ominous, incomparably indifferent, with eternal silence, in my eyes there is even a horrible, sick, strange and profound blasphemous atmosphere, rather than being a god, it is better to be closer...

magic.

Creation... Devil?

This completely overturned her positive perception of the entire god system.

In the mythology of the earth, the God of Creation is a bright, stalwart and kind white-haired old man, a strong human being holding a huge axe, and a hermaphrodite humanoid creature...

In any case, it is a human god who created human beings.

But her expression suddenly changed.

She has studied too much history, walking in this new continent of America for countless years, studying ancient history.

She knows that most of the indigenous myths and histories in this world are fabricated by people in the era. The ancients often used themselves as image templates to create stories, and created the lives of gods with their own lives. Therefore, gods are almost always in human form and must have eyes. ear, mouth, nose...

But maybe this is what the real god looks like?

Why does He follow human aesthetics? Humans are ridiculously small and powerless! Humans are not even bacteria in the entire galaxy of the universe, in front of the stars!

Will he take care of mankind?

Will it be a benevolent humanoid, caring for human beings in line with human aesthetics?

Don't be smug.

This is the real Primordial God.

She thought for a long time, but she still couldn't help being excited and fanatical. Suddenly she knelt down and shouted: The one who sleeps forever is not the dead. In the mysterious eternity, even death will disappear.

They alone live forever.