My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

Shaking and cold!

Why should I be oppressed by Qin Hong, a fanatical believer in Dumao, to 996 every day?

Fu Qingjun looked at the little trumpet, he couldn't help but laugh, and he had already imagined the little trumpet's inner voice.

In fact, is the small speaker stupid?

Gave up the universe emperor?

No, it's just that everyone has their own aspirations.

Little Trumpet is not really so stupid now, he is even very smart, but he just doesn't like to use his brain and has no ambition.

In her eyes, her life is already very happy. With Brother Fu who dotes on her, Sister Qin Hong who dotes on her, and Brother Bai Yu, she can be happy every day, do whatever she wants, and be a little princess. Is it not good?

Little Trumpet is in charge of being beautiful, and Brother Fu is in charge of earning money to support the family...

Even though she knew what Brother Fu was going to do, she didn't bother to think about what Brother Fu was going to do, it was none of her business anyway.

Therefore, Fu Qingjun was not polite to the little speaker, "Then give me the things."

"Oh oh oh." The little horn handed over the strongest and complete rules for two seats to Fu Qingjun.

next second,

There is a majestic momentum on the little trumpet, majestic and vast, and it is quickly leaving.

That's the zeroth rule seat, and the tide is leaving.

"It's really rotten in a second."

Fu Qingjun blinked and said with a smile:

"But, it takes time for the general trend to leave. Back then, I and Chen Weizhu also left gradually, not in an instant. When you have this time to leave, the little speaker has already left everything. Give it to me."

The universe is, after all, a dead thing.

You're just reacting now, it's too late...

Fu Qingjun stretched out his hand, silently sensing the power in his body, "It is destined by the law of heaven that the emperor of the new era who will rule the world must be the son of great power...I absolutely have no hope that I can get this ultimate seat..."

"Because according to the law of the general trend, protagonists from heaven and earth will emerge one after another. They will kill me and overthrow me. They will be the protagonists of the next era."

"Because I'm already rotten, I want to rebel against the destiny."

"Nature, wants to update each version of itself, and give power to the passionate hero who obeys him, the son of the great trend, how could he give me the power of heaven as a 'rebellious son'?"

Fu Qingjun suddenly sneered, "Give me the strength to deal with this dead thing like him? Get rid of this dead thing?"

"He just needs to obey the obedient son of destiny, a good son, not a rebellious son like me."

"As for me, a rebellious son, there is only one way to obtain this seat. Let a real protagonist of heaven and earth obtain the ultimate seat, and then give this seat to me."

It seemed extremely unbelievable and impossible, but it succeeded after all.

Under Wen Ce Tianzun's plan, and under their own plan, their unanimous plan, coupled with a little bit of luck, successfully broke through the defense line of this dead thing at a great cost.

"This force,

The ultimate eighth level. "

Fu Qingjun felt the majestic power in his body, and the two good fortune rules of the material plane and the conceptual plane were constantly surging, "At this moment, I am already the real good fortune god."

Fu Qingjun reached out and shook the void.

boom! ! !

From this palace, an invisible shock suddenly swept away.

All the existences in the entire universe seem to have sensed something in the dark, but it is also like a breeze blowing on the face, which is a trance illusion.

But from Fu Qingjun's perspective,

All living beings in the entire universe, and even matter, are covered with a certain color of life at an extremely fast speed,

0%

10%

50%

100%

...

At an extremely fast speed, the former control was restored.

As Fu Qingjun said, as long as he doesn't die, the number of dependents he abandons again and again will come back sooner or later.

Even, this number is still rising, flocking to another newly born material plane.

110%

150%

170%

200%

At this moment, Fu Qingjun clearly felt that his strength was unprecedentedly strong.

All the matter and conceptual rules of the universe are completely in my hands, and all the two great gods in the entire universe will be part of my body,

the hair that grows out of itself,

The veins of the stretch of one's own will.

"My way is the way of heaven." At this moment, Fu Qingjun suddenly had the illusion that he had truly mastered everything. The entire universe was a part of his body, and he was the program of the universe itself.

This feeling is not false,

The universe is composed of countless large and small frame "programs", such as wind, fire, thunder, electricity, matter, concepts, etc., and Fu Qingjun has mastered all these programs and turned them into his own family members, ultimately returning to one , itself is the whole gigantic program itself.

And in an instant, Fu Qingjun had a thought:

The eighth order is in sight.

The realm beyond the rules in this legend is already in sight.

"Small horn." Fu Qingjun said suddenly.

"Why?" Little Trumpet scratched his head.

Fu Qingjun stretched out his hand, and huge power poured into the small trumpet again, "I will reinject part of the two great rules of good fortune into your body, and you will continue to preside over the entrustment of the Tianzun in the heavenly court."

Fu Qingjun let her continue to be the emperor on the bright side,

"I don't want it, Brother Fu, you lied to me again, and you want to lie to me to go to work like Sister Qin Hong." Little Trumpet shook his head quickly, "Little Trumpet is going back to sleep."

Fu Qingjun said: "Go to sleep on the emperor's seat, anyway, Qin Hong has already done it for you, just put it in a form... After this heaven is established, after a while, you find a chance to let your sister Qin Hong act as an agent People will do."

After Fu Qingjun talked about everything, Little Trumpet agreed to sleep on the throne.

Fu Qingjun dealt with the matter of the small trumpet, and said:

"By the way, when you are finally finished, I will announce another thing in the world: You have a feeling in your heart that you want to break through the eighth level. After the heavenly court prepares for a while, you have to restart and completely open the true form of the ultimate universe. Eighth step."

Trumpet scratched his head,

Qin Hong's voice had already been heard from outside the house, calling for the enfeoffment ceremony of the Heavenly Court to be held.

"Ah?" The little trumpet was stunned.

"It's time to divide the throne." Qin Hong shouted.

After Fu Qingjun left the palace, he walked directly outside the chaotic wall of the universe, sensing the final realm,

He didn't intend to participate in this grand and festive enshrinement ceremony, but to familiarize himself with the state at this time,

This is an unprecedented stage, unprecedented in ancient times,

At this moment, Fu Qingjun felt in his heart, "When I knead all the powers of the Heavenly Venerable seats on the two sides into a regular point, then the unprecedented ultimate eighth level will be born."

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