Human Brain Ranch

"Okay."

Zhu Zhengwei stood outside this dream world, looked at the endless starry sky, and said lightly:

"Essentially, the dream world under my feet is also a huge dream bubble, not much different from the small private dream bubbles in the distance!"

Zhu Zhengwei feels that this wave, perfecting the world view, is very good.

Give them a wave of prehistoric relics.

The common people and civilizations in a world must have dreams in order to move forward and work hard.

Just like a virtual business game, the residents within themselves must have a mood index and a dream index, so that they can continue to struggle and develop.

"I'm not just giving them jobs, I'm giving them dreams."

Zhu Zhengwei felt that he was a planner.

Sixty years have passed since the last time the sky was opened.

During these sixty years, in the first ten years, Emperor Chu Tian personally suppressed ten golden crows, grew feathers, and tied all the feathers stored in Zuwu Continent on these ten birds.

He personally guards it every day and drives the sun chariot to fly.

But in less than ten years, Chutian Pavilion began to let some sixth-order powerhouses under his command restrain these Golden Crows with witchcraft bone chains, limit their cultivation, and drive the sun chariot for him.

And Chutian Pavilion fell into retreat.

He was only five hundred years old, but his body was full of hidden wounds, and he entered his old age.

"I compete with the sky for my fate, fight against the golden crow, and open the road to the starry sky, but I still have to go into the earth after all, but I refuse to accept it, and I want to fight for the fate of heaven!"

"The teacher once said, the protagonist of the world, pay attention to one. My fate is up to me!"

New calendar 1200 years.

The world has entered the first year, and the whole world celebrates.

Boom!

A golden crow coachman from the long-arm country uses his long arms to turn into a whip, rides a sun chariot, and beats the golden crow patrolling the sky in the sky, forming an unimaginable mythical scene.

But as the times changed, there was a fairy named Yunxia who rode on the sun car, waving her long sleeves to disperse the clouds, forming scenes of beautiful sunset clouds in the sky.

In the past hundred years, he has been in seclusion and witnessed the vast starry sky and the stars outside the territory. Chu Tiange's state of mind has been greatly improved.

On this day, with a thunderclap, he completely stepped into the seventh-order realm, no longer stepping half a foot into it.

"Gathering all dharmas in one body, I will open the way for the world."

This current Heavenly Emperor slowly opened his eyes and successfully survived the test of life and death.

On this day, he personally went out of the mountain, drove the sun chariot to drive the ten suns, just like the ten suns pulled a cart, and preached in the sky:

"The seventh level is the level of the ancestral shamans. Its energy flows through the body through the meridians and bones. When flying into the sky and escaping from the ground, performing various strange methods, the lifespan can reach eight hundred years!"

Everyone looked at the god in the sky, majestic for nine days, driving away ten days, just like a myth in the world!

They thought that after several years of disappearance, this ancient great emperor was about to sit down. After all, everyone could see that he was seriously injured and old, and all kinds of hidden injuries had recurred all over his body. Who knew that this overlord would survive a second life?

"The seventh level, the seventh level. Before, I felt that this great emperor was still a little bit involved with us. Now he has completely stepped into that incredible realm. His blood is majestic, like a giant starry sky beast. After the sixth level, the difference of one level , it seems like a world apart?"

"Everyone in the world calls him the Emperor of the Sun, and he lives up to his name!"

"It's so heaven-defying to drive away the sky for ten days and open up a path of practice for the world! Such an existence is simply indescribable! To provide the convenience of cultivation for the common people in the world, the world sits cross-legged, and eats to welcome the vitality, which has almost promoted civilization. Thousands of years of development!"

The entire world, and several distant continents, even know the prestige of this Heavenly Emperor.

Even the distant orc continent, the place outside the barbarian territory, with little contact, sent congratulatory gifts. Looking at this ancient god, I couldn't help asking, "Master Wu Zu, drive away the sun, and patrol the sky over my orc continent, so that everyone The cultivation method of the Wushen Dynasty illuminates our continent and pays homage to the glory of the gods."

"Let's talk about some more gifts."

Chu Tiange coldly refused.

The Qi of your own dynasty is not enough, so how can you give it to a foreign race?

These envoys knew at a glance that they were cheating and cheating, and they were not good people.

That barbarian orc continent, a place of alienation, is primitive and vulgar, inhabited by tribes, with stone axes as weapons, and it is said that there are barbaric acts of cannibalism!

These foreign barbarians are separated by several months of sailing, so far away that they don't even bother to invade.

Another hundred years passed.

The majestic development of the Wu Clan Continent is completely on the right track.

Numerous talents have emerged, and powerful people in the world continue to emerge.

The powerhouses of the Twelve Ancestors Wu Kingdom even developed their own racial exercises, practicing divine arms, divine legs, and magical techniques.

This is an unimaginable mythical and extraordinary prosperity!

Gods and men with different bodies and shapes, walking on the street, make people hesitate constantly.

The entire prosperous dynasty was established by a holy Emperor Wu, who cut the sun and the moon, broke the starry sky, redone it for ten days, and patrolled the twelve kingdoms of the earth.

And the world flourished for more than a hundred years.

Emperor Chu Tian finally ushered in his 700th birthday, and he felt that he was really approaching the end of his life at this moment.

"Cultivating one lineage is a struggle with the heavens. I have never slackened in these years, but I have reached the limit. In this life, I really want to regret it."

Cross-legged on the Golden Crow car, Emperor Chu Tian opened his eyes.

But thinking about this life, dragging this body that has been continuously injured and secretly injured, he can live to seven hundred years old, which is close to the normal lifespan, he is already extremely against the sky.

This is enough!

"Zhen, I was originally just a cripple with a crippled dantian, but it was just a coincidence that I soared into the sky, spent a lifetime of chicness, loved and hated the most happy life, killed the strongest enemy, slept with the most beautiful person, drank the strongest wine, and rode the most beautiful person." Looking at the starry sky outside from the head of the Golden Crow, what is the extravagance?"

When the final deadline came, Chu Tiange made a thorough decision to arrange funeral affairs.

He developed the Sun God Chain, firmly controlled these flat-haired beasts, controlled their cultivation, and prevented them from dying on him, doing evil and causing misery.

And he cultivated a successor and selected talents, but unfortunately, no matter what, he was not satisfied.

"Zhen, although I have developed the seventh-level method, it is a pity that no one can enter the seventh level."

His voice was full of regret, "Back then, I was able to enter the seventh stage, where yin and yang converged to form a body with no leaks, and the energy circulated throughout the body. It was a great fortune!"

But today, the powerhouses of the Twelve Patriarch Wu Kingdom do not have this kind of luck!

They can't let the qi circulate all over the body, just let the qi circulate in their sea of ​​consciousness, that is, arms, legs, hair.

"After my death, there will be no seventh-level ancestor witch!"

He was full of regrets, but he felt something in his heart, "Back then, that Empress Heli had disappeared for a long time. I am afraid that following the Nascent Soul Method, I have completely completed the path of cultivation. I don't need to worry about it anymore."

He thought for a while, and began to spend the last time cruising down the mountain to take a look at his prosperous dynasty.

The world is indeed very prosperous.

All kinds of witchcraft appeared, and all kinds of natal blessings were also evolving.

Take the tribesmen of the Long Arm Kingdom as an example. Their divine arms can construct various kinds of innate Zhu Youshu, which can be called the magical powers of the divine arm. The variety of combat power and various fighting styles made him amazed.

"The world is full of sixth-level powerhouses. Although it is difficult to enter the seventh-level, the world is prosperous and even extraordinary."

It's a pity that he also knows that this prosperous and prosperous world without war is because of himself.

He clearly knows that in every peaceful and prosperous age throughout the ages, an invincible emperor was born to suppress the earth, and only then will the age of the great emperor usher in a long-lasting peace.

When the emperor falls, disputes will arise.

Although he has regrets, he also knows that war is inevitable.

"That's all, that's all, in this life, I just want my pleasure and benefit the common people, and that's enough. Why do you care about the flood after death?"

"For future generations, just let future generations deal with it."

Chu Tiange drank tea directly in a restaurant and couldn't help laughing.

In his last life, he set foot on mountains and rivers, made private visits in undercover, and became a knight-errant in his childhood again, punishing evil and promoting good everywhere, watching the prosperity of the world along the way, feeling extremely happy.

He still remembered that he was also like this back then, as an entourage following that mysterious young man, traveling around the world like this, being a knight-errant who was happy to be grateful for revenge.

And on this day, Emperor Chutian was seven hundred and thirty-six years old and returned to the capital of the Wu Kingdom.

It was snowing heavily.

Everything is lonely.

Countless ministers knelt on the ground and wept.

And the white-haired old man lying on the hospital bed looked at the sky,

"Master, do you see that I have really become the protagonist of the world and lived my life in a chic and happy way. Life should be like this. Don't do evil things, be a sword in the rivers and lakes, be kind and hate as you like, do whatever you want, and you should have no regrets in this life!"

I only saw the life of this old emperor and old man gradually come to an end.

Looking back on his life like a revolving lantern, he has been running and walking for seven hundred years. It seems that he has done a lot, but looking back, it seems that he has come to the end of his life without any results.

"This life is so short, time flies so fast, even in the blink of an eye." He smiled, but he was already satisfied, what more could he ask for such a perfect and unrestrained life without regrets?

He is about to meet his final death.

But this winter snow is really too cold.

He felt that his body was getting colder and colder, and even he, the strongest old man in the world, could not resist the cold, which made him feel trembling and unconscious.

Is this death?

He thought he could face it calmly, but facing the greatest fear in the world, he still felt a trace of instinctive fear and fear.

Crash.

The entire dormitory was suddenly covered by a faint light.

In the sky, a tall and slender god, exuding a gentle golden light all over his body, walked slowly with a young boy behind him.

"It's another new year, I brought my younger generation to visit here, and I heard that you are going to die with the city, so I came to see you."

The god opened his mouth slowly, and said to him in a gentle voice: "You still set foot on this road."

"Yes." The old man just smiled, his fear suddenly disappeared, and he looked at the young man, "Is this one the son of that brother who is a farmer? He looks really similar. Back then, I used to help with the spring plowing at home. .”

At the last moment, it was enough for the teacher who almost met by chance to come to see him.

He never asked for much.

Because everything I have is obtained by this great opportunity, I can rise from a useless person, and my life will be complete, so I can't expect more.

"Life is a matter of life and death. You have lived your life freely enough."

Zhu Zhengwei was silent for a while, and suddenly felt emotional in his heart. He looked at this obedient young man who followed behind him back then, became an old man, and even came to today.

These days?

hehe.

Always able to create amazing miracles.

Guided by himself as a joke, he has indeed become the real protagonist in a fantasy novel, unrestrained and joyful, protecting the living people, fighting the strongest enemy, and seeing the widest world!

After all, he has mixed senses, and every generation of emperors in the world feels a little bit emotional when they leave.

What's more, the generation of emperors in front of him was brought out by himself?

Zhu Zhengwei suddenly understood that back then when Zhang Zhi was in the palace, when he sent the young man whom he personally brought out, Emperor Shi Guangzhi, to leave, he felt a sense of sadness.

And understand the feelings at the time: Sometimes, the survival of the immortal is the greatest curse.

However, he also knew that he should get used to it.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are the normal state of life.

If he didn't know the pain, how could Zhu Zhengwei choose to pursue longevity?

And he also knows that to create this dreamy Internet world, he has to promote the development of each era and overlook each civilization era, so there shouldn't be too much sadness.

After all, he sighed, moved away from the old man on the hospital bed, turned around and took the young man away, into the snowy sky, he just let out a long sigh:

"Eternal life should be drunk, and the sun will fall into the witch court."

"What can I do if I can live long enough to break through the sky and leap to the stars."

Suddenly, the tone of the voice changed sharply, like the clang of a sword, full of unrestrained spirit and boldness, as if the heavy snow outside had also been suppressed, leaving only this lonely voice between heaven and earth.

"I don't see it in ancient times. The heroes of all ages once lifted their axes and chanted through the sky and stars at dawn!"

"I don't see you today, I will ride a horse in the sky for ten days, and the long song will be red at sunset!"

The sky is high and the earth is wide, heavy snow is flying, let out a long song!

Zhu Zhengwei expressed his feelings, and while laughing loudly, his voice shook the entire capital of the Zuwu Era.

At this moment, everyone seemed to have heard the ambition and chivalry of the first emperor of the ancestral witch country. He went straight to the dantian country to welcome his childhood sweetheart back, and he was killing day by day under the sea and sky, and broke through the sky in the dark night. Xinghai, also carrying spirits on the Golden Crow car under the sunlight, laughed and drank heavily.

If there is a lifetime of singing, it is not a calendar of life and death in the ten directions!

All the Wu clan powerhouses were dumbfounded.

Listening to this ancient vicissitudes chants of the ancient witches and gods.

Among them, it seems to have seen the prehistoric murals stretching through the ages again, and the ancient scenes created in the ruins of the starry sky.

At this moment, a god who was weeping all the time in ancient times was weeping and crying because of the demise of the past, and he laughed and sang again because of the revival of the prosperous age at this time!

"Boom."

All the ministers only felt a shock in their hearts. It was the arm of the old man on the bed, which slammed heavily on the bed, and he was already lifeless, but this great emperor had a free and easy smile on his mouth.

Crash!

A round of the sun streaked across the sky.

Countless fairy grasses are swaying, watching the heavy snow and wind flying at this time, as spectators of this "world", they look down at the earth from the golden crow in the sky, looking at this magnificent city of ancestral witch mythology, "This scenery is so beautiful, the one who created him The hero left."

Tread Tread.

"Zhang Tu, remember that this kind of life is free and easy. Life in this world will eventually turn into history and become a distant myth in the past. We can do whatever we want."

Facing the wind and snow, I saw this god leaving the palace with the young man teaching behind him, and disappeared into the haze, as if he was just passing by and never looked back.

In 1327 of the new calendar, in the cold winter, the first ancestral wutian emperor of the ancestral wu kingdom died at the end of his life, seeing the gods at the end of his life.