My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

Fu Qingjun watched as the ducks in the cage gradually entered the seven-fold speed. The speed was so fast that they seemed to be suffering from severe hair loss. Their feathers began to fall off and turned into a bare duck. It seemed that new feathers of different colors were about to grow.

"Its soul is the genetic DNA sequence that is subtly changing."

"That is to say, the DNA code recorded at the consciousness level of the biological soul, and the decision-making power, is higher than the NDA code of the nucleus of the cells in the biological body."

At this moment, Fu Qingjun finally knew all the functions of his hair mutation.

Soul extraction, soul editing, soul injection.

The civilized country that played with ants before just used the ability of "soul injection", but also created such a special ant sandbox.

Fu Qingjun took a deep breath and looked at the bald duck that gradually began to mutate, "Unfortunately, all the creatures I have transformed will become bald...I don't know how long it will take before they grow hair again."

He seemed to be thinking of something gradually.

Breaking through the great master of the unity of spirit, energy and spirit, Jiaxia has her own soul.

In other words, he is an independent creature that can incorporate other soul mutations...

"Ants are too simple creatures. As Formicidae and Insecta Hymenoptera, their desktop sand table has reached its limit, and it can only be used as a production line for medicinal wine factories."

"For example, Jiaxia, who walks upright and has exercised his muscles to such an extent, has reached the limit of the biological race! His potential is completely tapped, unless he is given a more complex and advanced life structure to allow him to continue to evolve..."

Fu Qingjun looked at the chicken and duck soul energy left in his mind, stuffed in the corner, "He was born with his own soul, if he continues to integrate..."

Using the ant body shape as the basic template to achieve real species differentiation.

And the size of the ant is exactly what I need now.

They are small in size, they don't need many souls, and they can supply them continuously... and large creatures, as long as there are only a few, they will drain him dry.

For example, this mutated genetically modified duck is just for experimentation and has no intention of raising it.

Fu Qingjun became short of breath, thought for a while,

"I'll do some more research, and enrich the soul gene pool, snakes, rabbits, dogs, get these first, and then see the success rate... You can't destroy this hard-working ant sand table."

...

seventeenth century.

The creatures on the earth have been born and died for seventeen generations.

Only the gods of Mount Olymiro can live long into the future.

They wake up in every era and rule the creatures of the whole earth.

However, the long-lived and immortal pharaohs, even if they hid in the coffin of the sun god to prolong their lives, eventually ushered in their own aging and destruction.

The souls in the first batch of red ants dissipated.

They crawl around like ordinary mortal ants, wandering around the ground.

The slaves on the earth watched this scene in horror, and secretly recorded: "God is extremely powerful, God will die of old age, no different from us..."

eighteenth century.

With Fu Qingjun's unified injection, not only ordinary black ants, but also a group of new souls were born on red ants.

When they were born, they were tall pharaohs, gods, and common people who ruled the entire land.

And this intensified the contradictions and fears.

"Why, they were born aloof?"

"Is it because they were born with a good skin?"

If the ant colony has no wisdom, then it will be like a long period of 100 million years, accepting its strict division of labor in the ant colony, for the continuation of its own species...

But they have wisdom, and they have unwillingness.

"Why don't we stand tall?" They wondered.

In this era, with the continuous fall of red ants, only a small number are still alive.

Jakamaki, the god of death, defeated his father and finally broke through.

"I am Jakamaki, the real god of death!"

"Rule over the death of the common people of the land! Even my father, Tuki, is ruled by my power of death!"

He made a breakthrough, and the second great master of soul and body was born.

The soul has merged into the body, no longer a temporary soul, but a real life.

nineteenth century.

Other ancient dying pharaohs, seeing Jakamaki's successful detachment, had a complete epiphany.

They knew that hiding and fear could not keep them alive, so they also started to walk on the ground, and began to understand their own heart and implement their own thoughts.

There are warlike gods waging war with each other, commanding mortals to fight.

The peace-loving gods descended to save the common people according to their own origin.

There are gods longing for a partner to come down to earth, and a lot of stories and epics about the love between humans and gods have been achieved.

twentieth century.

Some of the pharaohs began to break through and turned into great masters of the unity of spirit, energy and spirit.

However, the igniting point that detonated everything even more appeared completely.

Among the black ants, great masters of the unity of spirit, energy, and spirit have also begun to appear one after another!

Because although the red ants do not have the ability to hide and sleep, the black ants use their own generations of fall and death to overlap and strengthen their bodies, even if they are slow, they have come to this step.

There was a big explosion, and the martial arts master with the unity of spirit, energy and spirit appeared as if spurted into the era.

Black ants emerged in two camps.

On the one hand are conservatives who have deep roots in slavery, and on the other are radicals who want to change the liberation of slavery.

The gods began to show fear. On the high mountain of the gods, overlooking all the common people on the earth, "Are you going to conspire?"

The enslavement faction remained fearful, "It is they who want to plot rebellion, they have failed God's will, and it is God who bestowed great power on us."

Milg-Amon, the leader of the radical faction, was sneering, holding up high the stone slabs recorded by his predecessors, and said loudly: "In this world, gods do exist, but except for the great god of wisdom, Gasha, other They are all stupid offspring who have part of the blood of the gods, and they call themselves gods, which are ridiculous!"

He looked at those timid black ants, "And you, as our kind, are cowardly and unable to become real beings like us. You fear God in your heart, and if you don't break the god in your heart, you can only live in reincarnation forever!"

He frowns coldly, "The great God of Jiaxia told us that wisdom must be obtained by oneself! Life without wisdom does not understand what freedom is. When freedom appears in front of it, it will only feel fear and strangeness, and even they hope that other Intelligent beings also think that way, so as not to look ugly.”

boom!

War broke out.

The mortal leaders began to rebel against the rule on the mountain.

Several leaders have the power to rival the gods, and the god of death, Jakamaki, is also to be feared. They can blow up huge pits the size of their bodies with one punch, and they can reach the top of the mountain in one leap.

This battle was so fierce that it almost turned into an afterimage.

The earth continued to shatter, the sky collapsed, and the mortals fought the gods on the mountain for the first time. The records of countless generations described this scene very tragically.

Then, they each backed away.

"Interesting, very interesting."

But Jiaxia didn't make a move from the beginning to the end, watching the scene on the ground with great interest, "This is a prosperous age."

Jiaxia was still overlooking the war on the earth, and said lightly: "It doesn't matter who wins and who loses, the important thing is... We have reached our limit, and even a large number of lives have come to this realm... .Our bodies are simple, do we have a future?"

"Deadly, it will be destroyed."

He murmured something.

He is indeed deliberately leading disputes, creating conflicts between mortals and gods, because this world is too small, and lifeless fairness, without waves, will lead to destruction instead.

"However, I did my best."

His expression showed a touch of vicissitudes.

Now several centuries have passed, his life expectancy is supposed to have only passed half, and he was in his prime, but now the hidden wounds on his body are gradually breaking out.

"The rest of the era has developed freely."

Gasha did not continue in complete retreat for centuries.

Over the years, with a book of basic skills, he opened up realms out of thin air, crossed the river by feeling the stones, gradually perfected the Sun Sacred Code, and opened up three realms of martial arts one after another. Break through, compete with the sky, and race against time.

In order to guide the glory of the clan, he spent almost his whole life in toil, never thinking about his own private affairs.

As a strong man in the world, he also once thought about fighting the strongest opponent with blood, abandoning the burden on his shoulders, and challenging the outside world alone. This small world may not really be able to stop him.

The phantom of the past is vivid in his mind, and the aura of the other party at that moment aroused his fighting spirit. He longed for such an opponent, having a good time with wine, walking around the world, and seeing how wonderful the outside world is alone.

But in the end, he still returned to the deduction method, and he couldn't abandon his clansman.

He is Jiaxia, the god of wisdom, not Jiaxia, an ordinary life.

"After embarking on this path, we cannot fail all living beings..." With a vicissitudes of life, his figure was slender and vigorous like a perfect wax figure, sitting on the Sun Throne, overlooking the entire land.

However, the fourth realm at this time is only halfway through, but he has completely lost confidence.

Time waits for me.

But he didn't want to fight, he didn't want to beg.

"I am just an ordinary creature, but I am a human being who performs the duties of a priest, seizes life, guides the development of the common people on the earth, and allows our family to have true spirits one after another. After the prosperity of the twentieth century, we no longer desire more .”

"The future, leave it to the new generation."

"The reincarnation of Jiaxia, the God of Wisdom, is leaving this world after this life."

He has proved the god in his heart, and he thinks he is born holy, and he is already the true god in the world, so he doesn't intend to ask God.

His heart is also too exhausted, and maybe there is still a glimmer of hope to finally break through as in the previous three realms after working hard, but he has stopped demanding and no longer wants to fight for his life.

"Three great ancient gods...have you seen it? I have inherited wisdom, lived up to the prestige of the gods, lived in the twentieth century, and led the common people on the earth here..." He looked leisurely, planning to spend his old age peacefully, Live the rest of your life.

But the world suddenly went dark.

The sky seemed to be drawn behind a curtain.

A faint golden radiance enveloped the phantom in the distance.

Jiaxia stood up abruptly, "How come, I didn't plan at all..."

Suddenly, his mind suddenly realized, and he remembered that sentence.

[If you see me with color, seek me with sound, and live forever with desire, you will walk in the wrong way with the spiritual wisdom bestowed by God, and you will not be able to see the truth...you can see it here if you use your heart to be pure. 】

Do not desire to see, but to see God.

But in the sky, strands of black columns fell down.

"It turned out to be an unknowable existence of the highest level...the one who created all life, Amiro." Jiaxia looked at the black column in the sky in the hazy and vast mist, and said in surprise.