My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

At this moment, unprecedented coercion descended from the universe.

As if something was approaching, every living being in the entire universe felt like never before that there was something truly majestic, rolling with the coercion of nature, as if the real way of heaven had come to the world , looking at himself coldly against his face.

"Who are you..."

"What the hell are you...thing??"

Wen Ce Tianzun was dumbfounded, looking at the Immortal World Honored One in front of him.

He seemed to hear the roar of the whole world, the sound of flames, mudslides, wind, water, black holes sweeping, stars dying, the roar of the common people, the singing of birds, everything with life and lifeless, even including himself, They all converged into a huge torrent of will, lingering on the body of the little trumpet who lost his mind.

This is a collection of wills, a dead thing without death.

This is the way of heaven,

"It's close to the avenue."

"how did you do it?"

Wen Ce Tianzun's eyes widened, and suddenly revealed deep fear for the first time in his life.

He is not afraid of the Immortal World Honored One, the name of the strongest emperor in the universe,

He has never been afraid of any powerful enemy, not afraid of the good fortune Tianzun back then, nor the young Wen Ce Tianzun who pretended to be himself. Although they have tried to overthrow him countless times and put him on the verge of death, he has never been afraid.

But what appeared in front of her eyes was the thing that had always been rooted in the deepest layer of her heart, that thing called "fate", that dead thing that manipulated her life and played with her fate.

Under the gazes of countless people, the little trumpet formed a huge coercion.

Countless squirming black mucus overflowed from the skin, forming a twisted texture like muscles and pimples. She turned into an indescribable twisted monster like countless creatures, substances, rules, and stitches, stretching out like an abyssal body of a mountain range of stars. , squirming the twisted huge tentacles, this is the embodiment of all synthesis.

"Immortal World Honored One, what are you...?"

Wen Ce Tianzun looked at this scene in surprise, and was about to speak again just now.

Boom! !

Wen Ce Tianzun was suddenly sent flying.

The Immortal World Honored One kicked Wen Ce Tianzun away with his trumpet, as if he had completely lost his reason and wisdom. His pupils were pale, and his eyes were as indifferent as a god hanging high in the ages. All his actions were based on instinct, and he was a complete "dead man". thing".

It was as if already a battle statue without wisdom and thought, like clay, like rock, like a star, like a sun that burns silently and alone, a dead thing.

"You are not yourself anymore?"

Wen Ce Tianzun hadn't had time to say it.

He flew upside down again,

Boom boom boom! ! !

That terrifying ruthless and indifferent attack hit him like a torrential rain.

"What is this?"

"He is no longer alive."

"Is he a dead thing, the legendary incarnation of Heaven?"

this moment,

The moment Wen Ce Tianzun was severely wounded, he felt a boundless fear coming. He knew that he was facing the most terrifying and frightening thing in his life, the biggest black hand who controlled his life.

In the entire universe, watching Wen Ce Tianzun who was constantly being beaten violently, he was dumbfounded.

"Is this the combat power of the Immortal World Honored One?"

"This is the real him? The combat power is so exaggerated!"

"This is indeed an existence that has calculated everything, and his battle gives people a feeling that is almost complete!"

"How do I feel that at this moment, the Immortal World Honored One is not really alive, not a creature with independent will, but a dead thing without thinking and only instinct."

Immortal and Yuanshou Tianzun were both surprised and terrified,

They were pleasantly surprised by the Immortal World-Honored One. He was indeed the terrifying and only mythical emperor in the legend, with extremely powerful combat power. A strange feeling of intimacy, of parental intimacy.

"Small speakers, it really isn't easy."

Even Qin Hong and Tang Meng breathed a sigh of relief.

They had guessed for a long time that although the little speaker was silly and unreliable, it was obvious that the once strongest Taizu emperor who ruled the universe had his own trump card, and he really had such a trump card in front of him.

"Heaven, has it come?"

At this moment, Fu Qingjun frowned fiercely when he saw this scene, and felt that it was unimaginable and reasonable.

What kind of creature is the little trumpet? ?

The strongest intelligent creature in the universe, but also the most stupid living creature, commonly known as the indescribable god of blindness and ignorance!

To make a simple analogy,

Little Trumpet's wisdom is so terrifying that her whole body is a huge intelligent brain! Thinking with a fingernail crushes a saint, thinking with a toe beats an ordinary Tianzun genius!

And the inside of this creeping brain of body horror lives the little brain called Trumpet, and this little brain with lively thoughts is the side of lazy paddling. Blow the suona!

The body can do it, but the brain is lazy!

"And when Xiao Trumpan, the ultimate creature, chose to give up thinking and give all his power to the instinct of the body, that is, the brain of the body, this brain without self-thinking combined with the general trend and turned into the incarnation of heaven."

This is a very rare and incredible miraculous scene,

Perhaps the only one who can do this is the little speaker, an instinctive creature who doesn't like to use his brain.

"To put it simply, she doesn't use her brain, she is equivalent to a vegetable, equivalent to cerebral palsy, equivalent to a dead person, and just fits the breath of a dead thing. After all, she is a dead thing without self-awareness."

"Only dead things can match dead things."

Before, Fu Qingjun also took the seat of the general trend,

But no matter what, it is impossible for him to use such a powerful seat to such an extent.

Because it doesn't fit, doesn't fit,

Fu Qingjun has a brain, a person with his own independent and strong thoughts, it is impossible to give up thinking...

And what about the small speakers?

"This is probably the life that doesn't like to think, has a pure and kind mind, and relies most on the form of instinct, which is the closest to the way of heaven, the closest to the nature of the universe, the laws of heaven, and the little trumpet is a natural child of the way."

"It's also terribly thoughtful,"

Fu Qingjun came to a conclusion and looked at the small speaker at this time.

The current little trumpet has given up thinking, and has completely lost her mind. She relies entirely on instinct. She is the scariest, strongest young hero in history, and the most indescribable cosmic and heavenly creature.

The little trumpet, the son of great power, really never talked about martial arts, and he turned into a ghost,

How could Wen Ce Tianzun win against such a monster?

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