My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

Fu Qingjun looked at himself in the mirror in surprise, his hair fell out again.

Then there was an incomparably itchy scalp, as if something indescribable was breaking out of the ground, giving him a very uncomfortable feeling.

"Again?"

Fu Qingjun suddenly noticed something.

Sure enough, the hair grew directly again, and short fluff appeared. After that, it was as weird as if it had taken a stimulant. The fluff began to grow rapidly, and gradually became an inch-short crew cut, and then became two or three centimeters, and then gradually began to grow. Slow down the rate of growth...

"Is it difficult for my hair?"

Fu Qingjun was startled, and suddenly tried to lift a pen with a hair.

Crash.

As a result, the pen was lifted up wobbly...

"A stroke of power!" He was taken aback. Before, his hair could barely hold a piece of paper. Is the power of his hair so terrifying now?

He tried to hold the pen aloft with the hair, and felt his scalp tear.

Pain pain!

The severe pain made his hair let go of the pen in an instant, and the pen fell to the ground.

He vaguely sensed something, and suddenly felt hearty, "I have already transformed the Sun Sacred Code into the embryonic form of my own martial arts."

"It's also a martial art for cultivating strength, and it's also about dead souls, like a place of death in hell. Maybe it can be called...Long Hair Suppressing Prison Strength?"

Fu Qingjun was silent to himself.

A hair can lift a pen, in fact, it is already a horror of qualitative change.

With a big lock of hair, he can already lift heavy things!

But the problem is that I am not able to lift heavy things anymore, but the problem of my scalp bearing the weight.

Hair may have the strength to lift an iron sword, but the scalp will be torn off by the huge weight in an instant...

"This is outrageous!"

Fu Qingjun felt that this was too unimaginable, so he said: "But how to cultivate the fragile scalp? Could it be that you use the method of iron sand palm, soak your hair in an iron pot, and keep polishing it?"

This is too difficult!

You have to find a way to improve this problem, after all, you can find your own way.

Fu Qingjun looked at the gradually luxuriant growth of hair, and said softly: "However, the second transformation of hair... This should be related to the fact that I absorbed almost the entire Sun Dynasty's gods and demons."

After all, apart from Jiaxia, the master of spirit, energy and spirit in the entire Yao Kingdom, the strongest creature on the ground, has been absorbed by him! !

This is the strongest creature on earth!

If the realm of the light wheel is not the size, each one is comparable to his own Jiang Yang!

"Obviously entered the second realm, my hair is getting stronger."

"In other words, it's like using my hair, sowing seeds and spreading them out, and then harvesting after they mature and develop... This can strengthen my soul, which is equivalent to superimposing my own soul strength!"

Fu Qingjun had vaguely understood something.

This is a way to improve yourself: develop civilization, then harvest.

He put down the white wine that had drained his soul, "I've finished drinking the soul level, and I can drink it again at the physical level, and it still has unimaginable nourishment."

But he wasn't going to drink it, his body was too fragile, and he had just started practicing martial arts, so he couldn't make up for it.

Fu Qingjun himself organized his thoughts, and after finishing all these various chores, he began to study the other side.

Send Jiaxia into the tunnel.

"It's true that there's nuclear radiation over there, but Jiaxia is considered an extraordinary and ultimate creature... He shouldn't be able to kill him." Fu Qingjun took a deep breath and reopened the tunnel.

There is faint radiation coming from there.

"I don't know what Jiaxia's land reclamation has become?" Fu Qingjun took a deep breath,

"When he left, he brought a few biological races with him..."

This is his own SSR card.

own strongest force.

As for Jiaxia running away, Fu Qingjun is not worried.

Because after trying, he found that these are his family members, who can control their life and death, as long as they are not far away, he can perceive his position and existence.

They may be able to break free from their own shackles, but their souls must be strong, and they can break free by crushing themselves far away... Although they cannot beat them, their souls are still very confident.

Crash.

Fu Qingjun probed into the hair proficiently, sensing the entrance over there.

But in a trance, Fu Qingjun suddenly noticed something, "Wait, it seems something is wrong, the tunnel I opened for Jiaxia at that time did not seem to have nuclear radiation..."

Wrong place?

After thinking about it carefully, he realized the abnormality.

At that time, death and the destruction of the world caused my own thinking to not be on it at all, and the tunnels opened at that time had no nuclear radiation smell at all.

In other words, opened an unknown tunnel by myself?

His whole body is not well, and as soon as he sensed the other side of the earth tunnel, except for the smell of nuclear radiation, there was no trace of Jiaxia's presence at all.

He took another look at the entire broken ancient ship. The main sail was inexplicably permanently broken, and he was nowhere to be found.

"The ship is completely broken again?"

"Wait, why does the ship have other functions, and I opened it by mistake?"

"Also, if a permanent part of the ship is sacrificed, where will Jiaxia be sent?"

Fu Qingjun was a little dumbfounded.

So the mysterious ancient ship against the sky, obviously a mysterious existence from an unknown dimension, descended on the earth, and now permanently loses part of it... how terrible it is.

This is the strongest SSR card that I have worked so hard to cultivate - Jiaxia of God.

The results disappeared?

Where is he going with the reverence for the three ancient gods?

Fu Qingjun was in a trance, but there was nothing he could do, so he slowly fell asleep in the middle of the night.

....

Early the next morning.

The sky was gray and not fully bright yet.

"It's past five o'clock."

Fu Qingjun woke up from the bed, washed his face and brushed his teeth in a daze.

After one night, those ants completed the task very well, and even the pocket watch they made could no longer be called a pocket watch, only a coin was slightly larger.

Fu Qingjun tried to adjust it and found that it was not very accurate.

But it doesn't matter, it's just the first time to make it, and it will be enough to become proficient in the future.

"Let's go out for a walk, and buy a table by the way." Fu Qingjun thought about it, and decided to leave the money for today's lunch, and directly planned to go out.

Pocket watches are luxury goods for nobles in this era, and they will definitely sell for a high price.

He thought for a while, put on his bra and coat, picked up the pot of sunflowers that had withered and died, and walked out of the room.

He gradually walked out, and came to a garden cemetery, and all kinds of flowers were placed everywhere in front of the tomb.

The morning mist was gray and there were dewdrops everywhere.

Very early in the morning, many pedestrians had already arrived, as if they were visiting the grave because it was the anniversary of the death.

"Jia Xia, I don't know where you've been, but with your ability, you won't fall anywhere." Fu Qingjun squatted down, dug a hole in front of a marginal forest, connected flower pots with sunflowers, and buried them. In the soil.

"Set up a monument for you, here is your ancient coffin and dynasty, and it can be regarded as the end of the spirit of the times."

Without hesitation, Fu Qingjun buried the tombstone and left.

The withered sunflowers, flowerpots, fresh flowers, melon seeds buried in the cemetery behind him... who knew that a great civilization was once buried on it, a vast epic hymn?

Just when he was walking outside again, suddenly there was a blond, blue-eyed foreign woman next to him, pulling the child to sit on the chair next to him.

The child is holding a book and reading.

"Westerners?"

Fu Qingjun thinks it is rare, after all, this is an autonomous region, and foreigners have to register when they come in, after all, this era of industrial revolution is independent of the history he knows.

In this world, looking at the corner of Budou and the trio of self-driving cars passing by, one knows that there is obviously a mysterious and unknown power...you can't figure it out according to normal history.

He walked slowly.

The child was still reading in the morning, speaking a foreign language fluently, "The legendary ancient gods, the Anunnaki, arrived on the ancient Nibiru and handed them over to the..."

Fu Qingjun has been studying in the third year of high school for many years, and he naturally has a full score in reading comprehension, and he can understand.

"Child." The blond woman smiled gently, sat on a bench in the park by the roadside, pointed to his book and said, "Do you know what Anunnaki and Nibiru mean?"

The child said crisply: "Nibiru, in the thousands of years of Sumerian mythology, means 'ferry'."

"The meaning of Anunnaki, in Sumerian, Anunnaki refers to people who descended from the sky, but in this ancient land, this ancient mysterious god is also recorded in Indian mythology, in the Indian language A Nu is an ant, anunnaki is a friend, anunnaki means... ant friend."

Fu Qingjun turned around, his expression changed.