My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

Unstable gene bloodline structure is a common defect in species hybridization.

Whether it is the dark angel that appeared through the inhumane hybridization experiment of white-feathered angels and cockroaches, or Udura who went to the banquet of gods and demons, and directly fused with soul clusters... we all know their physical defects.

It is not a real species, and the gene group that is mixed and patched together is bound to be incomplete.

But in front of him, the finer body arrangement and DNA remodeling here can improve his own defects!

So that's how it is. With the advancement of civilization, there is a chance for civilization to make a leap? Grace seemed to understand the trip of Amiro, who created all life.

Because our civilization has broken the rules.

Because of the existence in the dark, it came.

I've seen this place before, isn't it just the banquet of gods and demons? This place is more precise! On the other side, Udulla secretly thought, But here is more detailed. I can see the code of my soul group, which has various unstable defects. , you can improve and make yourself a real life!

This is something that the Banquet of Gods and Demons does not have.

This is the real origin of creation, right?

A man-made venue like the Banquet of Gods and Demons is a pirated version of Amiro! Perhaps, it was the mysterious nameless god that was modeled after Amiro's place of creation.

Although the night banquet looks very simple, it is already very incredible.

The businessman who established the banquet of gods and demons is too mysterious, with the brand of gods and demons on his head, trading everything in the world... His goal of establishing this huge organization god system is very terrifying.

She secretly thought: Perhaps, that mysterious businessman not only mastered the power of time, but also tried to imitate the original rules of the world and the universe, the laws of the universe involving life...

She seemed to see a deep fog of mythology, hiding too many great horrors.

At this time, the two of them didn't talk much, and kept sorting out their soul genes, sorting them thoroughly, and constantly modifying the unreasonable and inconsistent places in it to increase the stability of their genes.

In this way, a truly stable and powerful species is formed.

No longer due to genetic instability,

And as before, there are various offspring mutations.

clatter——

When they came to their senses, the whole land returned to dead silence, everything was quiet.

There were bloody ruins all over the place, as if nothing had happened, and the monstrous mist of the ancient god, the outer god of the universe who controlled the life of all things, disappeared without a trace.

It's like a big dream in life.

That existence, where did it go?

The Lord of the Demon Realm, Grace, the King of Dark Angels, said in surprise.

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Fu Qingjun pulled back his hair, and planned to go downstairs for dinner.

He found that the nourishment of the soul had just been replenished, and the body was wailing violently again, and every cell was roaring to relieve hunger.

We still have to replenish energy twice.

Fu Qingjun tidied up the recycled hair, which covered a large area of ​​the ground. No matter what huge harvest it was, let's go downstairs to eat first.

He connected the phone to the charger to charge it, and it really entered the charging state, and the screen lighted up slightly. Although he didn't know if the voltage of this era did not meet the requirements, he didn't bother to care about it. The battery was damaged.

Crash.

As he opened the door, his newly grown hair rolled out a delicate hairstyle by himself.

Downstairs, the street next to it is still the same. At dusk, there are occasional bicycles passing by, and vendors on both sides are chatting.

Hello, Master Fu.

Hello, Master Fu.

They called out politely.

Fu Qingjun nodded, walking all the way towards the cafeteria, he suddenly cast aside the black vehicle in the distance, the place where it was parked before had disappeared.

where did they go

Fu Qingjun frowned slightly.

But he quickly ignored them. For him, these people were not important at first, and he didn't care too much.

For them, it should just be a magnificent, short-lived and tragic epic mythical dream... Let's go to my ruined doomsday world for a while. Fu Qingjun stepped into the cafeteria. Strike a pose at the dinner table.

Dinner!

Let's eat!

The little speaker sat on the chair, holding the chopsticks, jingling the porcelain bowl, and shouted dissatisfiedly: Brother, why didn't you return it today!

beep!

She couldn't get enough of it, and from time to time, she would hold the golden suona around her waist and blow a little bit.

The small speaker has always been the most active one.

Don't steal it, wait for the elder brother to come. Bai Yu patiently instructed.

Brother Fu said that if you don't eat actively, there is something wrong with your brain. The little trumpet hummed.

Entering the cafeteria, Fu Qingjun walked down, sat on the main seat of the dining table, looked at the suona with a small horn hanging on his waist, Xin Dao suona blew into your ears, the destructive power is indeed terrifying.

Let's serve dinner, bring today's account book. Fu Qingjun greeted the dusk outside the cafeteria, and went about his routine.

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cemetery.

This is the closest cemetery garden in the neighborhood.

It was already dusk, and the sky looked gloomy. There were only a few scattered people mourning, worshiping, and presenting bouquets here.

Jiang Yu and the others were rich and powerful, and they negotiated and buried several cemeteries in a few hours, and erected stone tablets one after another.

The blade slashed, and the tombstones fell down one by one, revealing the words.

Knights of the Witches of Nassir - Tomb of Nassir.

The Knights of the Witches of Naza - Tomb of Morgana.

Li Yi sculpted silently by himself.

At the gate of the cemetery, Jiang Yang and the others stood quietly in the distance, keeping their expressions calm.

Jiang Yang and Duke Morton smoked slowly, puffing.

Everyone can understand Li Yi's mood. This seemingly strong and mighty man is actually still extremely fragile in his heart. His family members who are devoted to him finally chose to live and die together with him, which made him sober and guilty. I can't breathe.

Maybe they can escape, escape from that era, but I lead them to death for some very ridiculous things.

Li Yi sat in front of the tombstone, drinking heavily, and gently stroking the tombstone.

That battle was doomed, the earth was reduced to a dark forbidden zone, ruled by the fallen demon gods, Emperor Liana was missing, Jiang Yang said that he changed history and sent her away, but Jiang Yu said that what they changed was only an illusion, In the real ancient history, Emperor Lianna had already been ambushed and killed.

A distant dream, let us witness the myth.

Angels, Demons, Witches, Feathered Serpents, Dragons...

That bizarre fantasy epic world.

Li Yi raised his head, the afterglow of dusk fell on his face, a little warm, However, the prehistoric fog age was really a dark age, even the sky was covered with fog, far less clear than ours.

Everyone was silent, Jiang Yang, and even the Duke of Moulton who came, the commander of the knights in the fourth war zone on the front line, an extremely prestigious man.

Powerless to change, they can only witness the demise of ancient history. A deep loneliness lingers in my heart, that history and era are disappearing and being swallowed up, and we...why not?

The rivers and lakes are gone.

Everything is about to be replaced by a new era.

They couldn't help but think of the moment when Liana left for the last time, she resolutely went deep into the fog, shouldered the burden of civilization, and disappeared into the distant prehistoric fog.

Perhaps, that's hope...and we have saved the prehistoric hope. In fact, we have gained hope ourselves, which is enough to change our era. Jiang Yang said seriously: The fourth realm, the space-time wormhole in front of us, is This prehistoric dream, the prehistoric gods, is a gift to us descendants...

Let us temporarily travel through distant time and space to understand the true meaning of martial arts...

Everyone was silent in front of the tombstone.

A withered sunflower in the distance, buried in the soil with a flower pot, swaying with the evening wind.

Hey! Does anyone know that we are burying the myths of prehistoric Mayan civilization in an ordinary cemetery, some old people from the past? Jiang Yu laughed.

Suddenly, in the black car in the distance, the last sleeping person slowly woke up.

Professor Nasika stood up and looked at the crowd in front of the cemetery.

Everyone looked at her.

I rushed back. At the cost of my life, I recorded the last historical demise of the Mayan civilization. Professor Nasika also looked puzzled, but the words he said in the next second were earth-shattering and shocked everyone.

Just listen to her say:

I saw the arrival of the ancient true god on the ancient creation stone!

In the cemetery, everyone was dumbfounded.