My mythical world

Endless material energy exploded from the singularity and gushed to all parts of the universe. At this time, endless light surged to all parts. They will carry the initial information of the universe and wander until they are captured by future generations.

This is the beginning of everything, from 0 to 1, from nothing to something. At this time, there is chaos, no matter, only the most original electrons, photons and neutrinos and other basic particles exist, and after a while, as the expansion cools, these particles will condense into the initial atoms and molecules, and slowly grow larger.

"It's still early now, and it will take a while to cool down." Jiang Ping said as he looked at the chaotic scene of the rising universe.

A ray of light suddenly shot into the rising universe from the center of his eyebrows. Of course, it can also be understood as jumping into a fish tank.

"Plop, plop."

As if he felt something strange, Xiao Jin swung his tail unhappily, splashing layers of waves, and set off a wave of space-time tides and cosmic waves in the small universe.

"Huh? How come the restless wandering of two fish can also cause waves in the dimensional space?" Jiang Ping looked at the two fish strangely. It should not be an illusion just now. It was indeed a wave of high-dimensional fluctuations that caused a cosmic tide in the small universe and a catastrophe of time and space.

Jiang Ping reached into the fish tank and teased the restless Xiao Jin, wanting to see if it was his illusion just now.

The two long goldfish whiskers trembled restlessly. As Jiang Ping teased with two fingers, he led it to "turn over like a carp". Xiao Jin immediately shook his tail unhappily and "made a fuss in the Heavenly Palace", splashing a lot of water on Jiang Ping's face.

Xiao Bai next to him saw his little friend being attacked, and he was not afraid of strangers. He shook his tail and did a [fish head sprint].

"Haha, little guy, you just spit on the face of the God of Creation." Jiang Ping pulled his hand back from the fish tank, shook off the water droplets, and looked closely. Sure enough, in the small universe of low dimensions, there was another wave because of the inexplicable space fluctuations.

"There is no interference between dimensions. It's just the same time, the same place, and different spaces." Jiang Ping was thoughtful. Just like the time and space he was in now, maybe at the same time, there were people in higher dimensions who looked down at everything quietly, just like he looked at the fish in the fish tank and the characters in the novel.

There were incomprehensible fluctuations in the small universe, and ripples appeared. In the endless void and darkness, the incredible Creator God of Light descended to regulate the laws of the universe, standardize physical constants, sow the seeds of life, and prevent the universe from returning to nothingness and turning into a black hole.

"There is still a long period of cooling. During this period, be careful of the collapse and destruction of the universe. It's easier to have the Creator God of Light to help me."

Jiang Ping smiled, and he also had a helper.

He stretched his waist well. Creation consumed a lot of energy. He just came back from the breakthrough of Mount Everest, and he was rarely tired.

"Sleep, sleep, and all worries will be gone in dreams."

Yawning, Jiang Ping washed up and went to sleep. Don't think he was being lazy. In fact, he was practicing "The Way of Attaining the Way in Dreams". This Western Buddhist method aroused Jiang Ping's interest. In addition, today's re-creation of the world, a small universe was born in a glass fish tank, which gave Jiang Ping more inspiration.

In his dream, Jiang Ping's spirit was still jumping, and his thoughts turned into ignorant consciousness, splitting his mind and soul. Jiang Ping's current cultivation was too weak. According to his conjecture and deduction, this method reached its peak, and finally he could use his own infinite magic power and infinite spirit to evolve a virtual universe and time and space.

At that time, it is estimated that there will be no need to rely on the creation of the world, but one dream for one world, one dream for one era. Entering a dream is the creation of the world, and waking up from a dream is the destruction of the world. It is quite similar to one flower for one world, one leaf for one bodhi.

When Jiang Ping fell asleep, the three worlds were slowly progressing. Every player who traveled through the other worlds adhered to the work spirit of 007. They cherished the blessings and wished to spend every minute in the other world.

Honghuang World, the latest version.

"Zhu Zi Shi: Sheng Dao Huang"

This is the dawn of the holy way, the hope of transcendence for all living beings, and no one is not moved. The information revealed by the producer is too great. This version will have the seventh Hongmeng purple air born, and its appearance will also make the seventh saint appear.

"Hongmeng purple air? In legend, it is the foundation of the great way, which is equivalent to having a heavenly pass. As long as the magic power is reached, you can become a saint. But there is a rumor that this is a backhand loophole left by Hongjun." Zhuge Shi sat on a fairy mountain in Dongsheng Shenzhou and watched the world surrender.

"After the calamity of the Conferred God, the conclusion is that although the saints teach all living beings in the world, the three big guys are the ones who control them behind the scenes. Honghuang is not something that we players can do whatever we want."

The more you know, the more you will be in awe of the world.

"Hongmeng Purple Qi? It was finally found on the Red Cloud Ancestor. This is also a mystery of the ancient times. I don't know how many people are looking for this treasure, but unfortunately they have found nothing. Now, in this era of hundreds of schools of thought, the dawn of humanity will bloom. The classics of various schools of thought have been passed down for thousands of years, and a saint will be born to respond to the disaster." Cangqiong looked at the land of Shenzhou from Penglai Island.

Suddenly he frowned again: "Is it an unexpected saint's heart demon? It just so happens that the Six Saints were confined by the Taoist Ancestor for an era. Then, wouldn't the Yuanshi Tianmo be invincible in the world? Who can stop it?"

Cangqiong felt that things were serious. Is this a coincidence? The appearance of Taoist Ancestor Hongjun happened to let the Yuanshi Tianmo escape, and now it seems that he deliberately indulged the behavior of the Tianmo.

The more he guessed, the tighter Cangqiong's brows tightened. Logically speaking, the Yuanshi Tianmo is also on the side of the Demon Dao. It's good that the Taoist Ancestor didn't suppress him. How could he be in the same nest with the Demon Lord? Unless.

"Unless two people, no, three people have common interests, so they acquiesce, and even secretly push the waves to make the Yuanshi Demon become stronger step by step." There is a shadow in Qianqiong's heart. When did this calculation begin? If it hadn't been for Wu Tian's revelation, I would have been kept in the dark until now.

Looking south to Buzhou, the world was initially decided. King Wu Jifa ennobled the princes according to his previous promise, giving each of them military power.

His younger brother Zhou Gongdan asked secretly. He had already seen the shortcomings of this system. It is okay now. In a hundred years, when the princes become powerful, they will definitely encroach on the dynasty's territory. Their Zhou Dynasty's territory is getting smaller and smaller. How can it still be done? Do you want to restrict the ambitions of the great princes in the world?

Unexpectedly, Ji Fa called his young son with a serious look on his face, and in the middle of the night, he actually started to ask for help. It turned out that he had been seriously injured in the previous battle with King Zhou.

One night, Ji Fa saw the colorful stone that he had been dreaming about. It flew from the sky and did not reach his hands. Instead, it landed on the Huaguo Mountain on a spiritual island in the sea of ​​Dongsheng Shenzhou. It is the ancestral line of the ten continents and the dragon of the three islands.

"Stone, Stone, I wonder which true dragon emperor you will assist in the future." This was Ji Fa's last words.

An attendant stumbled in outside the door. Suddenly, a sound of panic spread throughout the palace, and the whole city was shaken.

"King Wu passed away——."

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In the Fire Cloud Cave, the three emperors of heaven, earth and man were as powerful as a rainbow, and the long river of humanity emerged in front of them. From the initial creation of human beings by Nuwa, an unobstructed Chiguo ancient man ignorantly understood the world, to drilling wood to take out Fire, the manufacture of clothing, tools, houses, the establishment of dynasties, the emergence of institutions, the prosperity of humanity, the dominance of the ancient times, and the suppression of all races.

However, the fly in the ointment is that in the long river of humanity, there is a black shadow cliff blocking it, which has swallowed up a lot of Qi. Deep in the river bottom, in addition to the suppression of the three emperors, there is also a looming Tai Chi diagram, which is constantly driving away the black shadow, but the harvest is very small.

The fate of the three emperors is connected, and the three great books of "Lianshan", "Gui Zang" and "Yi Jing" are rising and falling.

"Ouch——!"

A golden dragon of luck flew out from above their heads and swam in the long river of humanity, accumulating energy that was already in the dark.

The momentum of the three emperors is getting stronger and stronger, and it has surpassed the category of Daluo Jinxian. Instead, it is constantly attacking the realm of Hunyuan Saint. They are actually attacking the holy throne.

Suddenly the river of human nature surged, the golden dragon of luck screamed sadly, and the momentum of the three emperors dropped, and finally began to shrink.

Fuxi opened his eyes regretfully, "We are still short of the last breath. Is this the number of days left? If it weren't for the demon blocking the way, the three of us could now become the Three Saints of Humanity. If we join forces, I am afraid that even Lao Jun will be suppressed."

Xuanyuan, who was so majestic and so arrogant, didn't care and said, "Brother Taoist, please don't belittle me. Now the three of us are above him and can be called the sub-sages. Together, we can have the right to speak in front of the saints, even if we have to He suppressed his destiny in the Fire Cloud Cave, but he was not reduced to a pawn after all. Together, he has the right to speak. "

There were constant gossip activities above Fuxi's head, scheming against the world and the human race. He frowned and looked at the polluted river of humanity. He stretched out his hand a little, and three volumes of Dao Sutra suddenly merged into the river of humanity.

"These three books should enlighten the people's wisdom and usher in a prosperous age. I hope that future generations of talents will flock to them, humanity will prosper forever, exorcise inner demons, and help our country to live in peace."

Snap, snap, snap.

As the three books flowed into the river, the long river of humanity began to boil. The golden scriptures of the Great Dao were gleaming with golden light, and each word was constantly integrated into it, inspiring every mortal. It also activated the wisdom of the human race and enlightened all mankind. There are countless unparalleled masterpieces as bright as the stars. Geniuses are brewing in the river, and they only need to be born when the time comes.

The three emperors nodded with satisfaction. Humanity is closely connected with the three of them. One will be prosperous and one will suffer.

"There seems to be something strange in Huoyun Cave recently." Suddenly Shen Nong asked pointedly.

Fuxi and Xuanyuan looked at each other, and Hetu Luoshu began to calculate. The emperor was surprised and said: "In the coming prosperous age, there will be a Hongmeng purple energy coming out. In this era, there will be someone who can realize the Hunyuan."

As soon as these words came out, the Emperor of Earth and the Emperor of Humanity were surprised that someone could walk faster than them.

"The Hongmeng Purple Qi, the Holy Throne, the Yuanshi Heavenly Demon, and the sons of the era who came into being in the next era, there will be another battle between dragons and tigers in the next era, but I don't know who can surpass them and become the winner in the end. "Xuanyuan Huangdi felt this.

"If the dragons are leaderless, the world will be in good luck." Fuxi, who was constantly calculating, suddenly laughed, "The invasion of the Yuanshi Demon may not be a bad thing. It cuts off the long river of humanity, but instead causes heroes to fight for hegemony and scholars to discuss Tao. The three of me and I will wait and see."

In the prehistoric world, the war has come to an end, and the golden cultivation period has arrived. The way of heaven has never been clearer. Each of the remaining immortals is licking their wounds and cultivating quickly. The players are no exception. In the dark, there is already an undercurrent surging for the next step. Prepare for a terrifying battle.

In the world of Hill, the wave of the new era has arrived. Ordinary farmers have enjoyed the convenience of the era. Trade between countries has continued. Business routes between the world have been opened. Heroes have ascended to the throne of gods. Even without the suppression of the old gods, powerful people The race also gave birth to a clan god.

For example, the best among them are the Dragon God, the Sky Tiger God, etc., and there are even Titan giants who have successfully become gods. With the power of gods and Titans, they have the appearance of god kings in those days, surpassing the combat power of the ancient Titans. Occasionally, there are even new gods who fail to perform their duties and are demoted from the throne by the Supreme God, causing another fight over the throne in the world.

However, something big happened today. It was announced that Ning Tianjiao, the craftsman god of the five great realms, would ascend to the throne of the main god today!

Unlike the ancient gods of casting, in the middle of the bustling crowd, Ning Tianjiao, wearing a magic armor similar to the "Savior" mecha, officially attracted countless powers of faith.

Whoosh~~!

The golden flames in his eyebrows danced, Ning Tianjiao was already a god, and today he was going to impact the main god position.

Clang clang clang——.

Countless forging sounds appeared in his ears, the birth of new artifacts, and a series of heroic battles that were worthy of praise. The most dazzling one was the human king Locke wearing the Savior mecha, fighting against the twelve main gods and the God King.

Each artifact brought Ning Tianjiao a huge amount of power of faith. They were sung in heroic epics and appeared in children's fairy tales. They were known to women and children and were well-known to every household. The golden ocean of faith submerged Ning Tianjiao's soul and continued to bless the mecha on him.

Boom!

Suddenly, the statues of human kings and saviors in the atrium world and even the giant kingdom shook, helping Ning Tianjiao to become a god.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, as the Supreme God awakened and recognized, the magic towers in the atrium world radiated, connected and echoed each other, and a huge magic net wrapped the boundless atrium and flashed by, and finally condensed on Ning Tianjiao.

Ning Tianjiao's body suddenly burst out with thousands of holy lights, and the mecha on his body flashed with magic runes that he himself could not understand, and a brand-new main god throne fell from the sky.

On this day, Hill calendar, 30 years of the Silver Age, the human Ning Tianjiao relied on the many artifacts he forged, his outstanding contributions in the Three Realms War, and the construction of the magic net, which made great contributions to the atrium and successfully became the main god of the craftsman god.

"Let's call you: the orderer. This era does not need to fight and cut through thorns, but to maintain order and justice." Ning Tianjiao, who was deified, called the mecha on his body like this.

This is the main artifact forged by gathering all his treasures. After the Three Realms War, he had great prestige, and all tribes gave him face. In addition, with his craftsmanship and the construction work undertaken by the volcanic dwarves he led, he finally gathered the materials for this mecha.

"Congratulations, Tianjiao has been dormant underground for five hundred years. Today, he finally succeeded in becoming a god and became the main god of Hill. Although he is not in charge of battle, he is undoubtedly the pinnacle of Hill. The group of players who entered Hill that year did not expect that you would have the last laugh."

Fireworks bloomed in the forum, there were rockets rewarded by local tyrants, and gold ingots were falling from the sky. Obi, who was about to become the elf god, also congratulated him specially.

"Speaking of the boss, when Wu Tian successfully advanced to the Daluo Jinxian, he had real rewards. Now that you have become the main god, will you also have huge feedback and gains in reality?" An official staff member pretended to be an ordinary netizen and asked this key question.

Recently, the spiritual energy has revived, and each country has a person who is specifically responsible for this matter. Can this Tianjiao player become a super god in reality?

Ning Tianjiao's heart was moved. He didn't have time to answer the questions of many netizens. He quickly went offline to check his body. What was the reason for working so hard for so long? Wasn't it just to become a saint in reality?