My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

Fu Qingjun blinked his eyes, curled his hair and lifted the light bulb above his head, but with the combined strength of so much hair, it was a bit difficult to lift a light bulb.

"Great God, where are you? Are you here to extend our lives?"

The Queen Ant's voice trembled, and she was surprised and delighted to see only the incomparably hazy shadow of the distant void and mist, shrouded in golden light and sacredness, but she couldn't see the truth.

It turned out that the description of the ancient stele was extremely real!

Do not look directly at the whole picture!

Don't look into it!

Intangible and substanceless like mist, He exists as if the original source of life, warm and eternal!

Only by observing it with your own eyes can you understand the shock, because any written record is pale and weak, and cannot describe one ten thousandth of its greatness.

All ants looked at the sky with longing.

"Cough, it's really a group of myopia..." Fu Qingjun knew that fortunately he had the foresight. If it wasn't for the light bulb on his head that made them feel that they were in the faint position of the light source, they would definitely look around when the sound fell.

Even now they see the light bulb instead of me.

"Great Amiro, we...shouldn't have been born?" the ant queen asked tremblingly excitedly, looking at the huge hazy golden light source in the sky like the sun.

The next moment, the ancient existence uttered a voice that they couldn't understand at all, but it contained information from the soul level so that they could understand it.

"You are small in size...the bottom of all things...a place where there is no room for 'wisdom'."

Fu Qingjun looked down at the table and said, trying to explain the reason for their death in the simplest way.

He is very honest.

Maybe I did something wrong, ants and these small insects are not able to produce wisdom at all.

Because the brain can't hold it, there is no cerebral cortex at all, and there is no mature and huge brain tissue capacity. A brain the size of a grain of rice can only temporarily attach the soul, and it will soon dissipate...

Perhaps, only hair inserted into large animals with brains is the way to go.

However, large creatures are inexhaustible, and the demand is too great. One may be able to support tens of thousands of ants, and how many ants can they fill up?

It's exhausting to keep a few.

As the king of the sea, Fu Qingjun wants to raise a large group, pursuing quantity, not quality.

If he only raises one or two, he is really a beast master, too ordinary, so he still looks forward to these individual ants, if he can solve the fundamental problem of their small size and cannot accommodate the soul, Then it's perfect.

"It turns out that we... shouldn't have appeared." The pheromone rustled the voice of the queen ant, full of disappointment, and the ants behind her also looked at the sky in amazement, this gentle giant giant god.

"Then why did you come to see us?" asked the queen ant.

Obviously you don't have to explain it, and you can completely ignore it for the weak, but you just tell them the truth.

God's voice pierced the whole sky,

"If you see me with color, ask me with sound, and live forever with desire, you will be walking in the wrong way with the spiritual wisdom bestowed by gods, and you will not be able to see the truth...you can see it here if you use your heart to be pure."

Fu Qingjun spoke lightly.

But he didn't bother to say much, holding a book of martial arts piles in one hand, slowly placed it on the table, and said softly: "However, everything in the world must have its own laws, and there is no place for you to integrate wisdom. This book Or for the sake of life, only read it once."

boom!

At this moment, with the classics in his palms placed on the table, Ant suddenly finally saw the appearance of God clearly.

They stared tremblingly at the vast and indescribable white alien object.

Its irregular appearance is hard to describe, the surface is composed of countless twisted, shapeless delicate white thin lines, and the graceful twists of the lines turn into milky white whirlpools and slowly stir,

It seems to lead to the bottomless abyss. His body is a spiral of vast knowledge discs, containing all the truths and mysteries of the world, to inhale them...

This is God?

The queen ant is extremely excited, too grand, too evil, too weird and crazy, and full of an inexplicable sacredness and vastness, with unimaginable suction.

It tried its best to widen its pupils, but it could only see a corner of them clearly! !

But suddenly he was startled, as if he had fully realized something: This... is not at all the Amiro who created all things that the ancient creatures saw in the last era! !

He, doesn't have that iconic wriggling black sky pillar at all!

Like the contrast between black and white...

Is this a white wriggling disk, an unrecorded god? ?

He is not Amiro who created all things, but an unknown ancient existence that is in charge of world knowledge and is full of white vortex disc textures...

"...Give them a book to practice martial arts, I don't know if they can be saved."

At this moment, Fu Qingjun's mind was on saving these ants.

Put the books on the table with one hand, slowly open the books, and show them to read.

On the table, he slowly flipped through the book "Basic Introductory Pile Skills", and every once in a while, he slowly turned over a page, "This World War II era is a bit outrageous, and there may be some mysterious power... .For example, this martial arts."

There is almost no text in the book.

They are all stances and movements, as well as the positions where the boils are made, and the parts where the skin is smeared with water.

According to Fu Qingjun's guess, there is no written language because most of the low-level rough men and warriors are learning. Most of the illiterate people naturally don't need words to express.

"I hope they can practice, a strong body to accommodate the soul? But is the pile function good? I took a casual look, it seems that they are hammering the body by standing on the pile, some kind of resonance tremor....Ants should also be able to OK?"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was simply whimsical, letting the ants stand on the sidelines...

"As for the potion, you can pour some for them, can you use it?"

"Unfortunately, I don't have the most basic smearing potion for getting started. A martial artist of Fu Qingjun's level probably doesn't need it. He can only use his secret Iron Line Fist martial arts potion to give these ants, and this one is obviously more advanced. , more expensive....it's a waste now, forget it, waste is waste..."

Fu Qingjun kept thinking in his mind, flipping through the pages.

He began to let these terrified and frightened ants climb on it, and he kept studying the huge, twisted black line drawing.

And the ants were even more shocking.

They are crazy like believers, studying huge books in groups, studying in batches, division of labor and cooperation, each recording the knowledge area of ​​​​each god's tome.

Soon, Fu Qingjun flipped through for ten minutes, left a small bottle cap for the potion, and took the book away.

Only the shocked ants were left, looking at the huge and indescribably distant misty void, the brilliance slowly dissipated, and suddenly, the high and far clear sky seemed to be pulled open.

clatter——

The night dissipated instantly.

The golden sun was shining on the desk, and everything returned to the previous calm.

Everything seemed as if nothing had happened. The warm sunshine shone down and it was extremely peaceful, but the queen ant shouted with great joy, "Hurry up and write down the classics bestowed by God according to the content you have memorized!"