My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

Fu Qingjun watched helplessly the birth and fall of the entire demon kingdom civilization.

In my eyes, their seemingly long twenty-odd civilization epochs are just a few short moments. I just go out and brag about the small trumpets, and spend a few days studying the pattern of this new world...

But for the life inside, it is already everything.

Fu Qingjun sat in front of the table, overlooking the tearful Jiaxia on the raging flames, feeling somewhat complicated.

The killing of gods and drastic changes in the desktop sand table world at this moment made him fully realize:

What I raise on the wooden table is not a simple ant nest petri dish...

Since I endowed these ants with high-level souls and possessed real intelligent life, it is far from that simple.

Raised on the pear wood table...

It is an intelligent civilization.

They develop in such a small desktop sandbox, but they have their own spirit and courage!

From the perspective of the development history of some intelligent life, the ant creatures here are not fundamentally different from the tribal primitive humans on this earth five thousand years ago.

Fu Qingjun suddenly thought of the battle between Chi You and the Yellow Emperor, and even other myths and stories about the most primitive tribes in ancient times.

"Right now, I'm not just an ancient god in the sky, as an eternal and vast ancient god, overlooking and witnessing... the ancient history and tribal myths of the ant civilization?"

"A vast and turbulent epic."

Fu Qingjun hesitated for a few seconds, looking down at Jiaxia, his expression gradually became solemn.

Back then, that cowardly and thin red ant told the whole land of ancient miracles, but was questioned and besieged by all living beings. Afterwards, he crawled alone on the earth, even if he knew that the gods no longer protected the common people on the earth, he would Instead of crying and despairing, he still decided to save the people who besieged and killed him...

Without a god, he becomes a god himself.

Without a future, he creates his own future.

The boy who wrote down the blasphemous slate, once again ruled the common people on the earth with another posture, experienced countless sufferings and created glory, but finally ushered in the end of being besieged and killed by all living beings for the second time.

"It's like a great horror in fate."

Fu Qingjun was shocked, he was still a teenager after all.

For a moment, he admired this lonely old man who lived in mythology and epic, this great hero king who should have lived in mythology and led people forward in public, but he didn't know what to say.

"It's the second time, Jiaxia."

Fu Qingjun's voice pierced through the vast mist and fell on the entire land of flames that was riddled with holes.

"Yeah, the second time..."

Jiaxia's voice was hoarse, and she looked at the vast unknowable existence in the sky.

This is the first time he has a long-distance vision. Although it is still hazy, he can already see the outline clearly.

Majestic, stalwart, magnificent, vast, all-inclusive, as huge as the whole world...the most magnificent words in the world cannot describe all of this! !

Three ancient gods descended at the same time.

The white vortex of the maze of countless fine lines hovering in the mist contains all the truths of the world, and it is Hermes, the god of knowledge!

The endless black cylinder floating in the mist and piercing endless time and space contains all things and life in the whole world, and it is Amiro, the god of creation!

The last huge face that is difficult to see the outline, formless and qualityless, I am afraid it is the legendary nameless God of Wisdom!

Trinity!

The three oldest beings descended at the same time!

Jiaxia should have respected and showed enough etiquette, but at this moment, looking at the vast existence that seems to have traveled through eternity, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

His crying was heartbreaking.

Perhaps the stalwart and majestic god who is always countless and absent outside,

Only here can you expose your weakness.

Fu Qingjun was also silent, dragging his cheek with one hand, his hair flying, looking at the burning table half a meter away, hesitantly said, "Jiaxia, you are not a real god, and you have no obligation to protect the common people on the ground. "

Jiaxia burst into tears, but slowly raised her head, and said very seriously: "It is precisely because I am not a god that I protect the common people on the earth."

"Because only yourself can protect yourself."

At this moment, he seemed to be the youthful young man back then, suddenly pointing to the ground, the wreckage of Odysser and the warriors, and said somewhat desolately: "In this world, there are still kind-hearted people, and that's enough."

Fu Qingjun was silent.

Jiaxia's breath is sluggish, old, and exhausted.

His figure is gradually aging, as if the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dying.

There is no jade tree facing the wind, no invincible domineering arrogance, like an old man...

His realm...

fell.

This unrivaled hero barely managed to break through the mysterious Fourth Realm of Martial Arts, which has no records in human history, but regressed instantly...

Even the third realm of martial arts began to collapse...

Fu Qingjun knew that his heart was in pain and restlessness, this time his face was ferocious, he had already become a heart demon, his martial arts will was completely unstable, Jia Xia was about to become a useless person...

Jiaxia's mind was broken.

Heart died.

People also die.

There is nothing more sad than death.

Although Fu Qingjun has only just practiced martial arts, he also knows that if a person's faith in his heart is broken, he will be completely decadent, living in panic, and it is difficult to rise again.

Fu Qingjun was silent for a few seconds, not knowing how to help the other party and restore the collapse of his belief in martial arts.

Suddenly, Fu Qingjun said coldly:

"Jiaxia, you are the biggest hypocrite in this world."

Jiaxia was stunned, wiped away her tears, and suddenly asked, "Dare to ask the God of Wisdom, what is true and good?"

He seemed to have guessed that the person talking to him might be the God of Wisdom, and only wisdom could communicate.

Fu Qingjun said indifferently: "In the life created by God, there is a child named Jiaxia. As long as he is kind, he will suffer as long as he sees people in pain, so he tries to help those people.

At the same time, if God creates a copy of Jiaxia, he will have no consciousness, and will only imitate the behavior of the young man to help the common people on the ground. God has named them both, one is called Truth and Goodness, and the other is called Hypocrisy. "

"You say, who is true and good, and who is hypocritical?"

Jia Xia was startled when he heard the words, and suddenly smiled without thinking: "Of course it's the copied life, it's a fake..."

His expression froze suddenly, his pupils dilated.

wrong..

wrong..

His expression froze completely, as if he had turned into a statue.

"So it is! So it is!"

"There is no truth and goodness in this world, everything is hypocrisy!"

Jiaxia suddenly laughed wantonly, "I seem to help them, but what I long for is my inner comfort and their gratitude, which is not true kindness..."

This is an invisible transaction!

In an instant, a terrible thought flashed in Jiaxia's mind.

He remembered the words of God after the first time the common people besieged him:

[Worship, worship, killing, sacrificing companions, all cumbersome and superficial rites of worship are taken for granted by you as bargaining chips. It is not so much a belief in God, but a desire to continue to make deals with God. ]

I am also doing business.

It's the god who does the deal in reverse...that side.

He is eager to make a deal with the common people on the earth. Their worship, worship, respect, and belief in him are all regarded by him as bargaining chips that mortals take for granted.

"I am not the real god of wisdom after all. Helping the common people on the earth is just for inner satisfaction. I long for their worship and become their leader." Jiaxia said hoarsely: "If I didn't think so in my heart, I wouldn't So worrying about gain and loss.”

"This is a deal! Deep down in my heart, I think they don't abide by the rules of the deal, that's why I'm so angry!" He suddenly broke free with a dark aura in his whole body, no longer obsessed with the common people's attitude towards him, Look free and easy.

Ha ha ha ha! !

"If it is a true god in the world, it is my business to help the common people on the earth. What does it matter to me if they worship or hate me?"

"God, how can you care about the emotions of the people? God's goodness doesn't care about gains and losses, pure and clear, no distracting thoughts and no selfish desires, that's the true kindness!" He suddenly laughed, and the laughter gradually expanded, passing through the entire burning area. The desktop, and the entire abyss of people hiding under the earth heard wild laughter.

boom...

rumble!

In an instant, a huge energy enveloped the whole world, carrying an inexplicable sacredness.

As if a ****, the huge spirit enveloped his head and lingered a huge huge spiritual figure, which was his own face, the martial spirit of the true god.

At this moment, Jiaxia returned to the third realm and entered the fourth realm.