I live in a desert island property

As night falls and the lanterns are turned on, the prosperous Xuanwu City is as dazzling as a illuminated gem, and the endless prosperity is displayed under the lights. However, this city does not have the feeling of being in a state of dissatisfaction. After all, most of the people working here are scientific researchers. There are also officials from various races conducting various rectification activities.

For example, the famous "World of Demons" game was developed by the Institute of Knowledge in the west of the city. The remaining civilizations are negotiating with humans and want to introduce this game as soon as possible.

"In the future, the population of Xuanwu City will further increase. According to the plan, it can accommodate at least about eight million people. This can be regarded as the first step in the union of multiple civilizations." Wang Fumin, Jia Huangjin and others took the The plane landed at the airport.

And a small island to the east of Xuanwu City is the famous Turtle Island.

Several people took a speedboat to Turtle Island and arrived at their destination in less than half an hour.

Compared with the noisy Xuanwu City, it seems very quiet here. There are only a few modern buildings with radar-like communication devices on the buildings. There are some lazy turtles begging for food, a large group of happy tree people, and crabs that cry "Bilibili".

Nowadays, human beings are not as poor as in the past, and they will not exhaust their efforts to catch fish. They have still done a good job in environmental protection.

What's more, the descendants of Xuanwu and the tree people can also be regarded as part of the alliance.

No one would bully them rashly.

Wang Fumin saw a girl and shouted quickly: "Xiao Zhang, how are you doing at work these days!"

"Hey, Uncle Wang... just work step by step, but there won't be any big results."

There are several human workers on Turtle Island. For example, Zhang Ming's relative, Zhang Yueyue, leads a small scientific research team here to deal with diplomatic issues with the descendants of Xuanwu - well, she is actually digging up the knowledge of the Yanjiao people. History, translating cultural classics in the great hall.

There are several other biological teams. One wants to study the specific mechanism of Xuanwu bloodline and "spiritual language", and the other wants to cultivate tree people in order to obtain more tree fruit.

The Tree Man Fruit is indeed an excellent tonic in the human world, but the yield is too low to popularize it on a large scale among the people. It would be great if the fruit yield could be increased by 10 times.

Because Lao Wang's rank was a bit high, Zhang Yueyue was still a little scared, but when she thought of having "what-so-and-so great-grandfather" backing her up, she became bold again: "Uncle Wang, what kind of wind is blowing for you?"

"Ahem, I brought your ancestral friend, and they want to visit Ms. Mumu."

"They also brought good news. Your ancestor is not dead yet."

Zhang Yueyue secretly rolled her eyes. How could her ancestors who descended from the gods be dead? So she said in standard spiritual language: "These two are... friends from foreign civilizations? Hello! Do you want me to accompany you to visit this island? "

"Oh...this is Lao Zhang's relative."

"Hello, hello, I'm Jia Huangjin, this person's name is Gu Shunjing."

Jia Huangjin took a look at this little girl. She has broken through the human limit and has good qualifications. She is worthy of being a relative of Lao Zhang.

As for this island, it should be the hometown of the two turtles.

However, he came here with a special purpose, so he had no intention of visiting this island.

"Just take us to meet Zhong Shan's relatives."

Mumu's family lives in the Mysterious Valley.

The air humidity here is suitable, the weather is smooth, there are turtles as companions, and TV, Internet, etc. are all connected, so there is no lack of social interaction.

Bai, the elder of the Xuanwu clan, was studying math problems on the ground. After hearing the footsteps, he raised his head and took a look. He realized that Zhang Yueyue had brought someone in, so he didn't bother to pay more attention.

There are many turtles practicing the chorus there, making “ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooongs.”

There are several funny turtles who have become famous online turtles with annual income of millions.

Mumu's family owns an independent small villa and a small garden nearby. The rare plants in it are their family's property.

"They're probably watching TV! They love watching TV."

"Dong dong dong!" Zhang Yueyue knocked on the door.

Soon, a little carrot man opened the door to the room and was shocked to see so many strangers.

"Babbling", he began to call his mother, and then hid behind Zhang Yueyue.

A little ginseng, a little over one meter tall, ran out of the room, feeling a little panicked.

Zhang Yueyue said something to her. Soon, Mumu calmed down and picked some fruits from the fruit garden to entertain the guests.

"Hello, Ms. Mumu, I am here on behalf of the Shang Divination Civilization." Jia Jinhuang took out the gift of the visit from the sack, "Crystal of Life," a small stone that looked very unique.

This thing is a very precious little thing. Once soaked in pure water, the water becomes a "fountain of life" and can accelerate the growth of plants!

"Beep!" Mumu didn't dare accept the gift, it was too precious.

"She said she likes it here very much and will not leave with Shang Bu Wenming. Thank you for your kindness." Zhang Yueyue translated from the side.

It was normal to be rejected. Jia Jinjin took his time and found a stool to sit down on: "Ms. Mumu, please come to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing."

"I have something important to inform you here. Your husband, Mr. Zhong Shan, may not be dead. Do you know about this?"

Just for a moment, the atmosphere in the room fell into silence.

Even the humans were stunned.

This news is quite important!

Lao Wang frowned slightly. He didn't know whether he should listen to other people's housework. He was a little embarrassed for no reason.

And Gu Shunjing also looked weird. Is your boss Jia mentally ill? Whether Zhong Shan is dead or not is also a matter for Wan Hai Civilization. What does it have to do with your Boss Jia... Wait, could it be that your Boss Jia has been bribed?

As a result, Mumu thought for a moment and nodded slowly.

She seemed to be in a happy mood. Although she had known for a long time that Zhong Shan might be resurrected, hearing the news in person was another matter.

Jia Jinjin breathed a sigh of relief: "Can you tell me...how he came back to life? Who provided the treasure that made him come back to life?"

"This fact is very important. It is a task assigned to me by the superiors. If I fail to complete it, I will be killed."

"Is it that serious?" Gu Shunjing asked strangely.

"It's really serious! If you don't ask, I'll die immediately!" Jia Jinjin made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Mumu was not an idiot, and he quickly thought of many treasures that could accommodate souls and reshape the body. Although rare in the world, they were not unique. There must be some other reason why these guys were so aggressive.

She doesn't want to betray her friends easily.

However, Jia Jinjin's saying that "everyone's head fell to the ground" at every turn made her a little stressed.

This kind little ginseng fell into hesitation. She didn't know if exposing Miss Calabash would cause other problems.

"According to our speculation, it should be a treasure given to you by Mr. Zhang and his group."

Mumu was silent.

Jia Jinjin cleared his throat: "Don't worry, Lao Zhang is actually my friend too."

"Well, I'll give them a call myself."

"If he is willing to give this solution himself, you don't have to feel guilty..."

There is a mirror hidden in Jia Huangjin's arms, which is emitting light and heat, and the damn immortal is watching him.

Lao Jia is under great pressure.

But this is the best solution he can think of!

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At this moment, Zhang Ming was happily doing archeology.

Black Iron Village is a magical village with the bloodline of the Mountain-bearing Turtle. Those turtle people have a very long lifespan, and the village has a long history. As long as the mountain-bearing turtles don't die, they should be able to survive for a long time.

But the local Laogui people are silent about the history of their village: "Strong man, these days are day after day, year after year, and there are no written records, so we have forgotten them all!"

"Old Turtle, just tell me, these guys came all the way to do archeology."

"...We ordinary people should not pursue too much."

The old turtle village chief pretended to be fierce: "All the turtles who want to be held accountable are dead! It is also a rule not to record history!"

This attitude is exactly the same as that of the old man in Qingshi Village.

During the long-term disaster, local ideology obviously had a tendency to become conservative. Zhang Ming and others tried to flatter them for a long time, but without success.

He could only settle for the next best thing: "Let us take a look at your sacred objects, right?"

"That's okay, you can visit as much as you like."

Under the leadership of the bearded old turtle man, Zhang Ming and others saw the sacred object of Black Iron Village, a huge black iron hammer.

There seemed to be a fiery breath coming towards him. This big hammer should be a weapon of some god. It was forged from the lava of the ancient volcano, with a subtle smell of sulfur.

The hammer has a diameter of 12 meters and a mass of at least 10,000 tons. The former magic weapon is sitting quietly on a piece of flat land.

Because too much time has passed, coupled with the wind and sun, some traces of rust appeared on the surface of the hammer. Fortunately, the people in Black Iron Village took good care of it, so that it did not completely decay.

"There are no traces left by words. There is just a hammer with some personal will poured into it. There is really no way to trace back the history." Shimama walked around the hammer in a large circle.

"Can these personal wills be read?"

Shimama explained: "I guess some virtues are extracted using a technique such as dreaming, and are specially used to infect villagers. The more information there is, the less pure the virtues will be, so it is difficult for you to read them. Get valid information."

The large wave of bear experts following behind them were also eager to touch the big hammers. Divine weapons containing immortal will were everywhere here.

It’s not an exaggeration to say that this is a golden world!

It’s really uncomfortable to see that there is garbage to pick up, but you don’t dare to pick it up at all!

"It is indeed just a weapon...the forging skills are mediocre, but the will of the god is really beautiful."

The glasses on Bear Man Taize's head beeped, and his expression suddenly changed. The combat power detector beeped a few times again, and he said in surprise: "What seems to be suppressed under this hammer? A level is quite high." energy source!”

Zhang Ming's eyes flashed red, and he took a deep breath: "It is true, it is the body of a top powerhouse."

The size of this corpse is quite astonishing. It may be thousands of meters in size. The entire Black Iron Village is actually built on the corpse!

Under the influence of time, its flesh and blood have long since decayed, and its bones and the earth have almost become one.

But in this ghost place, if you dig it out forcibly, something bad might happen.

The detection technology of Xiongba Civilization is indeed quite excellent. Although its perspective ability cannot be compared with the "Eye of Space and Time", it can be turned on at all times, and it also has various parameter displays, which is quite convenient.

"There are corpses in our village?" Village Chief Lao Gui looked a little ugly. The rule in the burial industry is not to leave corpses in the village overnight. How could there be corpses buried underneath?

Or is it a corpse with a scale of several thousand meters? Once the corpse is faked, wouldn’t everything be doomed?

Zhang Ming knew from the look on his face that this old turtle really didn't know anything.

I could only comfort him with a few words of kindness, telling him not to worry too much, because the body was considered part of the sacred object and had completely turned into stone...

"It must be the corpse of an ancestor, or the corpse of a super-ancient civilization. Why do you outsiders care so much? You keep breaking the rules! I told you that not knowing is the best!" The old turtle man's temper became violent. .

Zhang Ming quickly comforted him and promised that he would not exhume the body, which made the old village chief feel relieved.

However, the complete loss of history really stumped them.

Even if great efforts were made to dig up the corpse of this god, there seems to be nothing that can be explored...

Zhang Ming frowned and thought for a while. The only way to plan now is to use his soul clone to possess the corpse, and maybe he can read a small amount of memory.

But this method may have some risks...

"The risk shouldn't be too great. After all, I am no longer what I used to be at this moment, and I have many ways to save my life."

After making up their minds, Zhang Ming and Miss Calabash discussed for a while.

Although she was worried, she did not stop Zhang Ming's archaeological operation: [Just be careful. If you encounter danger, cut off contact with the clone in time. Don't depend on me for help with anything. By the way, this little fruit is given to you, which allows the soul clone to have a body, which is a little safer. 】

A Fruit of Eden gently floated to Zhang Ming before his death. This fruit has the effect of shaping the physical body.

It's very precious, but for Zhang Ming, who has unlimited wish power, use it as you like!

While there were still a few hours before the sun went down, Zhang Ming split a small soul body and threw it into the Fruit of Eden.

This feeling is quite mysterious, as if there is a split personality and a second body appears.

Fortunately, Zhang Ming even had experience in controlling the physical body of the "Insect of Time and Space", so controlling a small clone was no problem.

This little clone does not need to become a human. Under Zhang Ming's thoughts, in a moment, it turned into a small thing like a space-time insect. Like a centipede, it has hundreds of legs and strong flagella. .

The little bug burrowed into the soil, straight down.

The further down you go, the more you feel the surging power of the earth's veins.

Without the protection of the physical body, the individual soul would really be directly dispersed.

"Why do you feel that this clone of a space-time insect is so useful? Does this ugly appearance have a physical advantage?" Zhang Ming complained in his heart.

After drilling to a depth of about 20 meters, he touched the huge corpse.

Then let the little bug slowly explore along the bones.

"The bones are almost intact...there's no flesh left."

It took more than two hours before Zhang Ming found the location of this god's brain and took a deep breath: "Winning or losing, this is it!"

Under normal circumstances, the corpse of a god is extremely hard and still retains the powerful power of rules.

Nowadays, there are no cracks in the bones of this body, and it is impossible to possess or seize the body.

But Zhang Ming has the eye of time and space, and his clone can also use the teleportation ability. After waiting for a while, he finally got the opportunity.

The clone "swooshed" and teleported into the corpse's brain.

Suddenly, Zhang Ming felt like he had fallen into the 10,000-meter-deep seawater in the Mariana Trench, and heavy pressure came from all directions.

Claustrophobic, silent, obscure, and cold.

This weird feeling was like rust in his brain. Even his body began to feel hazy, and his mind might stop functioning at any time.

His little clone almost fainted.

Fortunately, this god-man is really dead, not even a soul is left. These terrifying pressures are all just the remnants of the rules... The "mental black hole" in his mind turned slightly, polluting all the spirit. Breathe it in.

"The body has decayed, and the memory has long been lost."

Therefore, his possession this time does not seem to have much significance. It is just a mental backlash.

"It's better to jump out as soon as possible. This little clone will still be useful in the future."

"Wait...what is this?"

Zhang Ming wandered around the brain that had turned into stone for a while. Following some mysterious feeling, he actually found another bright thing, shining in the depths of the corpse's mind.

It seemed to be the most precious memory of this god-man, and it was quietly preserved until the end, like a withered yellow pearl left behind. He was once so powerful, but now he was lying quietly deep in the earth.

Time is like running water. When everything returns to dust, the love and hatred in the past are condensed into a singular point. If Zhang Ming had lived a few years later, perhaps not even his last memory would be left.

Zhang Ming read quickly.

Soon, a vague hallucination came to mind.

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Day and night alternate, the stars flow, and the setting sun casts a brilliant red color on the western sky, rendering the entire sky.

Then, darkness fell. For the native creatures, it was a very ordinary day, an ordinary day spent under the protection of the great god.

But for those rulers with powerful physiologies, news that was no less than shocking appeared.

In the old mythological era, the most powerful mythical beast, the candle dragon, is dead! !

How Zhulong died, few people know.

People only know that at the last moment of its life, it jumped here.

Falling heavily from the sky!

The dragon corpse turned into a huge mountain, and the dragon's blood formed bright red raindrops, spreading to every corner of the land.

When this corpse was seen with one's own eyes, it caused great panic.

This super beast that is proficient in the power of time and space can actually die!

So, when this disaster befalls you, who can survive?

Various rumors spread, panic spread, and everyone was in danger.

Who actually killed it?

"Everyone, this place is just a small realm in the New Mythical Era. Wherever the candle dragon goes, it is the real big realm."

"In the large realm, it encountered a terrible enemy, so it was seriously injured and finally died here."

"What about the enemy?"

"That enemy has been killed by Zhulong!"

"And that large realm is trillions of times larger than this one, with countless native lives and more opportunities!"

"This is what Zhulong told us personally when he was dying. An excellent opportunity has come before us. We can no longer stay in this small world with poor resources!"

Under a mountain peak covered with rare and precious stones, a large number of strong men gathered together to discuss this matter.

And there is a large hole close to nothingness near the mountain peak, which is the time and space tunnel dug by Zhulong!

As long as you get into that tunnel, you can jump to a larger world called the Sea of ​​Demon Gods!

Among this group of strong men, there was a humanoid creature with clear features, long black hair, and a tall figure.

There was a deep look of sadness on his face. Zhulong was his close friend. At the last moment of his life, he suddenly jumped here and buried his body here. At the same time, he also brought the final message.

This news is very subtle and very heart-warming.

"Then what are we waiting for? We might as well give up here and go to a larger realm over there!"

"We have so many strong men, are we still afraid of the native life in the big realm?"

An old man with a gray beard, full of excitement, said loudly: "This place is only one step away from the old mythical era, and it is in danger."

"I'm afraid your teacher's plan to increase spiritual gravity has not yet been implemented, and this realm has been dragged by those damn demons."

"It's better to evacuate here and go to the big realm."

The young man shook his head and whispered: "Everyone, please be patient! The realm that Zhulong is looking for is indeed wider, but it does not mean that we should give up here..."

"According to the information detected by Zhulong, the two realms, large and small, are actually the same, just like the blades and petiole of a leaf."

"Once the world here is pulled away, the world over there will also be pulled away, and the destruction of the world will not be far away."

On the other hand, before Zhulong died, he secretly transmitted a message: The rules of that new world are extremely violent, and it would be difficult to survive by jumping directly there.

After all, that large realm is quite far away from the old mythological era, and the laws of heaven and earth are completely different.

Even if your strength reaches the sky, reaches the eternal level, and runs to a strange place, you still can't fight against the rules of heaven and earth.

You won't live long before you die prematurely.

"Remember, don't announce this..."

The young man recalled Zhulong's voice transmission, trying to taste some of its subtext.

Trace after trace of spiritual language fluctuations are spreading back and forth in the space.

This means that these powerful men are whispering and discussing something in private.

It suddenly became clear to him.

Although guarding this world, that is, the "Burial World", is a kind of "political correctness" and a high moral position.

But who wants to be on the front line of fighting against the devil?

This place is very small, has poor resources, and is crowded with too many powerful people, so it is impossible to exert much power.

If you are attacked by a demon and lose your own life, what's the use of having high morals? What’s the point of being admired by thousands of people?

A new world has emerged. Who doesn’t want to go to the new world?

Although the new world is also extremely dangerous, it is better than this ghost place that can be attacked by demons at any time, right?

"Even if they just jump from one fire pit to another... Zhulong means that he wants them to die on that side."

Thinking of this, the young man felt like he was laughing.

But he couldn't say this, because these strong men were very strong. They could not save the world, but they could destroy it.

No matter what, we are friends on the surface, so we can't rashly betray each other.

In this whispering atmosphere, a bird flew from the dusk and landed on his head, taking a rest.

Then, I felt the weird atmosphere here.

The bird chirped twice, flapped its wings and flew away.

"Have you ever thought about where the devil comes from? What is the purpose of the devil achieving the ultimate goal?"

"Why is the Demon God so powerful, far more powerful than the people of the Mountain and Sea Realm?" The young man raised his head and asked three questions with a calm expression.

"The devil's intention to achieve the ultimate, isn't it their innate instinct?" Someone snorted, "These guys have no intelligence, let alone our emotions, they are just stronger beasts. Just as we are born to pursue power, they also pursue powerful."

"No, the devil is stronger than us, there is a reason."

"Because they are closer to the center of the myth, closer to the origin of the myth." The black-haired young man said lightly, "A long time ago, ten thousand years ago, or a hundred thousand years ago, there were no demon gods in our mountain and sea world, and there were not many strong men. .”

"At that time, the orioles were singing and the swallows were dancing, the mountain streams were gurgling, naughty children were playing across the field ridges, and the elderly were at peace. Perhaps the folk customs were simple and warm..."

"And one day, a demon named 'Insect of Time and Space' opened a space tunnel and came to our side of the world."

"After that, there were more and more spirits in the world, and the age of mythology started... Not only the mountain and sea realm, but also many realms, including the Sifang realm and the Kyushu realm, were opened up by the worm of time and space. Only then did more new realms appear. Many spirits of heaven and earth.”

"After that, we lived in the terror of the devil. We in the Mountain and Sea Realm were the first to be found by the insects of time and space, and were the first to open the age of mythology, so our individual combat power is the highest."

"And the Sifang Realm, which was finally found by the Space-Time Insect, has the lowest overall combat power."