40,000 Years of Cultivation

Gus bit his lip.

But it is difficult to contain the trembling of the legs, and it is even more difficult to control the surging waves of urine like a wave.

No matter how many bad things Lu Qingchen said to him about the boxing champion, how much the truth of this world was revealed, and how much anger and hatred he gave birth to.

This teenage boy still couldn't control his urge to cry and worship when faced with the creator of this world, the legendary "Creation God".

He could only recall Lu Qingchen's words again and again.

Recalling that devil's hippie smiling face, but not afraid of the sky.

Recalling the tragic death of my father, my mother died in depression. Since I was young, I was too weak to practice iron fist, and suffered all the ridicule, ridicule and humiliation.

If, boxing king is really the **** of creation, creating and controlling everything.

Then, the death of father and mother, his own tragedy, and the fall of his sister into the way of steam were all arranged by the boxing champion.

The boxing champion is the culprit.

What qualifications do you have to pretend to be a ghost in front of yourself, to pretend to be such a magnificent and polite appearance?

Thinking of this, the young man used his rising anger and a little bit of hatred to condense into bones and armor to help him stand tall and glared in front of the legendary "god".

"If Lu Qingchen is right--"

Gus thought, "Then the essence of the so-called boxing champion is nothing more than a dumb robot. Under his metal shell, there is not a mess of data. With me, with my sister, with my parents, and with boxing. What is the difference between all people in the world of God?

"Everyone is a entangled body of data and information. What qualifications does the boxing champion have to enjoy our worship and determine our life and death? Why! It doesn't make sense!"

Gus took a deep breath, and suddenly realized that his legs stopped shaking and his urination disappeared.

miracle! This young man with no power to bind the chicken could stand upright in front of the God of Creation, and roar at the God of Creation: "I am not your child, I am the son of the number one master of Chijin Town, "Glen"! You are. Boxing champion? Since you can lock me, it means that you have discovered the existence of the devil, what are you waiting for, destroy us-just like you have destroyed thousands of worlds!"

Opposite the boy looked like a magnificent and majestic giant like a palace in the sky. It seemed that the boy would have such determination and courage.

The boxing king was silent for a long time, and suddenly he was short, as if he squatted down in front of the young man.

"You are completely wrong, my child, don't believe in Lu Qingchen's deceit-in the higher dimensional universe, he has always been known for his rhetoric and bewitching people's hearts. There have been countless people who died tragically in his lies. Never awakened until death."

The boxing champion said gently and sincerely, "No matter what he says to you, he is deceiving and using you. Even if he tells part of the truth, he will tear the truth into pieces, re-edit and splice it into what he wants. But in the end, when you wake up and realize that you are just a **** that he has been playing with, and betrayed so severely by him, how can you turn your head back in time?"

Gus froze.

It's not that I completely believed the words of the champion.

But I didn't expect that the legendary "Fist God", the mighty power of rage, can destroy the world, and the power to destroy the earth, the attitude is so gentle.

For the boxing champion, Ge Si clearly is just a bunch of data, a piece of dust, an ant.

When the boxing king sneezes, the teenager will be wiped out.

He didn't need to explain everything to Gus at all, let alone show it—even if it was pretending, such a gentle attitude.

However, he was just like a serious, kind-hearted and kindhearted person, not like an unattainable God of Creation, but rather like a very reliable uncle next door.

Facing such a champion, Gus was once again confused, his lips trembling, but he didn't know how to express his confusion.

"Don't worry, my child, I know you must have a lot of confusion in your heart."

The King of Boxing said, "This is a special space I opened up. Lu Qingchen couldn't detect the existence here, and didn't know that I was having a point-to-point communication with you. If you have any questions, I know everything I can say."

The boy was silent for a long time.

Still unwilling to give up such a good opportunity.

"I want to know the truth of this world!"

Gus looked at the magnificent super giant in front of him and said loudly, "The demon said, you created countless virtual worlds including the world of Fist God, just to cultivate and extract the'humanity' from them. When the goal is completed, you It will destroy these worlds and throw us away like squeezed dregs, isn't it?"

"Yes, nor is it."

The boxing champion sighed, "This is the most bright and dangerous place of Lu Qingchen. He always tells half the truth and half the lie, even 90% of the truth and 10% of the lie. It's really hard for me to help myself. excuse.

"My child, I know that this demon has eroded your heart for a long time. Therefore, you may have great hatred and deep prejudice towards the world around you and even myself, no matter what I say. You will never believe it.

"But I still have to explain to myself as much as possible-if you drew a picture on the beach; wrote a line of poems on a book; carved some dolls out of wood, named these dolls, gave them some rules , Using them for various games, there is no moral problem here, and you are not a heinous demon, are you?"

Gus froze for a moment without refuting it.

"When you are tired, or have something else, you erased the paintings on the beach; smeared the poems written on the books; removed the dolls and turned them into brand new toys beyond recognition,'Destroy' In the world that doesn't exist, what can this explain? It shows that you are a moral hypocrite and a great devil who hides evil intentions?

The king of fighters said, "Gus, I don't believe you never did something similar when you were a kid-never rubbed a picture you drew, or discarded a toy that was broken by you."

"This, how is this the same?"

Gus froze for a long time, and shouted angrily, "Children's graffiti and wood-carved dolls have no souls, but we have, me, sisters, parents, living in the world of Fist and other virtual worlds. People, we all have souls and are living beings. How can you compare us with graffiti, dolls, and stories!"

"No, you don't, or that most of you'people' have neither life nor soul."

The boxing champion said sadly, "I know that this will be very difficult for you to accept, but I must tell you-in countless virtual worlds, 99.9999% of virtual people are boring and can be seen through at a glance. The program, their happiness, anger, sorrow, love, hatred, and hatred, are just changes in permutations and combinations randomly selected from the database, which are doomed before they are'born'.

"Just like you, there are very few individuals capable of'random mutation', and it's just as rare as a phoenix."