My universe in a bottle

This is like an individual heroic level within a transcendent race.

unique.

You can only rely on your own efforts, and it is difficult for others to copy it. The special heroic life that each person develops based on his or her own background and unique knowledge will be different.

At this moment, not only the Elf God King Minis is thinking about this, but Tukashi and Sylph are also thinking about this.

"No matter how strong he is, it is because he is a special individual that he can tolerate countless martial arts that ordinary warriors cannot bear, and we are unable to fight back."

Sylph also covered her mouth and smiled, suddenly feeling that the other party's outrageousness had been seen through a little, and she saw the direction.

Although the opponent is strong enough, it is also because of the huge gap in basic racial values!

She is also one of the creator gods, and like Minnis, it is not impossible to improve herself.

Of course, you have to survive the next offensive and the entire wizarding world successfully resists the opponent again, otherwise it will all be an illusion.

But Tukashi was more uncomfortable.

I don’t have much research talent, so I can only stop there?

In fact, he had already thought of a way.

Between heaven and earth, there are laws that will not cut off the path forward for the strong.

For people like them who have no creative talent, it is obvious that they can only follow the emperor's route and use earthly methods.

People who have brains evolve actively, while I don’t have brains and evolve passively.

Follow the most primitive route of nature, natural selection, survival of the fittest.

"Oh, I may not survive."

Tukashi hesitated.

He even began to consider whether to challenge death or directly accept the fate of becoming an ordinary demigod of his own race.

After all, that's not something ordinary people can do.

Minnis, on the other hand, has already started to take action, "I have to go to the secret realm of the small world, so hurry up."

"I am an all-rounder. I walk two paths together. I torture myself and research at the same time. I may find the higher-level special species of wizards faster. Only by pushing myself beyond the upper limit can I be able to bring back the dead."

At the same time, the entire wizarding world has no intention of repairing the city in ruins, and has begun to move its entire family to small secret worlds that have been collected before.

War mode has been turned on.

The entire wizarding land has become a frontline sentry.

In Li Qing's eyes, room No. 1 was actually empty.

Both sides of the war ran to the subspace. After all, the transit station here would have to be destroyed if the war broke out.

Originally, the small world lasted for hundreds of years every day, and they were like a high heaven, grazing on the vicissitudes of the world, and madly absorbing each other's achievements.

But now, at the critical moment of life and death, the whole family can only enter this high-speed time and space and rapidly iterate the development of civilization.

This is to roll against each other to see who can roll better.

Working overtime crazily, working overtime for a hundred years a day, even if you die of old age quickly, is better than being killed.

The world of martial arts.

This place is already much larger than the territory of the Wizarding World.

The emperor has been fighting outside for five days, but five hundred years have passed in the world.

Just like what is recorded in the myth, one day in the sky and hundreds of years underground.

And on this day.

Boom!

A corpse with mutilated flesh and blood, suddenly fell in the void and turned into a blood firework.

The eight martial arts demigods rushed over, feeling confused.

"here we go again?"

"This amount of bleeding must be his blood. Why did another corpse fall?"

They felt an inexplicable fear in their hearts.

The emperor was terminally ill, and he was thought to be dead before, but now it breaks open every few hundred years, and the emperor's corpse falls.

It's like a time loop, which makes people feel weird.

Is this emperor dead?

The other party faced an ancient taboo in the void, a high-dimensional civilization that herded their martial arts world. What was the result? ?

If we win, are we free?

If we lose, will the terrifying high-dimensional civilization outside that world come, anger us, and destroy our eight-dimensional continent?

This became a terrifying question for them, making them unable to sleep or eat well.

A feeling of powerlessness lingered deeply in my heart.

What's more, they dare not go out to explore, they have no courage and are cowardly.

Although each of them has eaten more than ten demigods now, each of them is close to the second ring demigod.

But I still feel that the emperor back then was unfathomable.

It must be understood that the emperor at that time never spent his energy on perfecting his destiny and improving his realm. He didn't even bother to kill them. He spent his whole life tinkering with some messy martial arts stuff.

This is very much his style, he cultivates his skills but not his strength.

Improve your realm?

Unless absolutely necessary.

"Now we are still not as good as him, but he is dead, how can we?"

Everyone smiled bitterly.

"Right now, this is an era where emperors are competing for hegemony. The young demigods who are recognized by the world as having a high probability of breaking the void are competing with each other, far beyond our peak at that time."

"We have to admit that this heyday is becoming more and more brilliant, and our thinking has become outdated and numb. If we compete on the same level, we are far from their opponents."

"It's a pity that they were all born in the wrong era and are destined to become our nourishment."

They whispered, sighing in their hearts.

They all know it in their hearts.

My qualifications are not perfect, but I was born into a good era.

But now a true demigod genius has been born. If they are allowed to grow, martial arts civilization will completely flourish.

At that time, those geniuses will overthrow the eight of them in the monopoly era. After a period of development, they may have the power of a high-dimensional civilization to resist the grazing in the sky.

And in their opinion.

The emperor was defeated miserably and shed blood time and time again. He roared with his sword at the sky, fought in crazy bloody battles, and left corpses in the void. This was to buy time for their martial arts world and allow the younger generation of the martial arts era to develop.

But it was destroyed in the hands of eight of them.

They monopolized the era, and the time the emperor fought for was completely useless.

But, are they willing to let go?

Sacrifice yourself for the world?

They don't want to die, so they still choose to choke the martial arts world and strangle the younger generation.

One can only greedily place hope, thinking that the emperor does not need backup troops, and that one person can defeat the opponent, create miracles, and save the world of martial arts.

"Emperor, please win."

The eight decayed demigods stood in front of the corpse, somewhat silently and even more sarcastically.

Martial arts calendar year 2671.

The world of martial arts is becoming more and more prosperous, with the iteration of the times.

The strong men continued to pass on and give birth to children, and some legendary children began to inherit the family's unique physique.

The Zhang family, the holy land that practices "Nine Heavens Mysterious Eyes", actually began to have children who inherited part of their constitution at birth. They were born with double pupils and were so talented that they were regarded as contemporary saints.

For another example, in the Xu family of the hermit in "The Ancient Way of Destruction", a young ancient hegemonic body appeared, which was called a young demigod. The road to becoming a demigod in the future will be smooth.

This is a prosperous time.

The new young geniuses have inherited the physique of their fathers and begun to walk on the earth. They have a very high starting point when they are born.

The eight martial arts demigods gradually became less frequent, and were called the Eight Ancient Clan by the world.

"Another five hundred years."

A young man with red lips and white teeth carrying a bookcase was walking on the street, lamenting the changes in the world.

"I just went to the void sky and had a battle with the foreigners who herded us. I tested their background. Although they are strong, they will basically die next time. If they don't know how to make progress. This internal time is too long. Soon, it’s no wonder that in the wizarding world, they are keen on grazing, piling up the fruits of civilization with the blood and bones of others.”

It’s been five hundred years?

It's addictive and you can't stop.

Of course, the emperor did not expect that the eight martial arts demigods would come up with so many wonderful ideas, thinking that he was worth singing and crying, and that he was selfless throughout his life.

He also felt that his corpses were dying time and time again, which was extremely miserable, just to buy time for the martial arts world.

No matter how large the amount of bleeding is, it is just a routine operation.

but.

The other side.

At that time, there was only one head left, and Yang Tiansheng was kicked away and rescued. Now he was waiting in the dark, looking at the sky in horror:

"The emperor has fallen again!"

"There is blood everywhere, and corpses are falling. I don't know if it is the fourth life or the unknown fifth life."

Yang Tiansheng didn't know if the emperor who died this time was still alive, but when he thought about what happened back then, he became more and more frightened.

The emperor is only afraid of facing a more powerful enemy in the void.

This martial arts emperor who dedicated his life to the human race fought alone against the terrifying civilized race outside the mysterious void. He kept coughing up blood and burning the bright red of life until he died in battle.

One man fights against the void and spills blood on the earth for two thousand years. How tragic and heroic is that?

Yang Tiansheng's eyes were red: "The ancestor of martial arts bought us time to develop and let our younger generation rise to support the battlefield in the void, but he was wiped out by those eight beings and monopolized our rear support!"

The so-called heroic deeds are similar.

Or, as long as a normal person sees a pile of blood and corpses falling every once in a while, it is extremely tragic, and they will think it is this kind of battle in the void.

"Can't wait any longer!"

This time, Yang Tiansheng looked at the genius next to him who could break through to the level of a demigod, with various hegemonic bodies and holy bodies.

"Five hundred years have passed, and another corpse has fallen. I should come back all over again!"

An existence that is at the pinnacle of a legend feels extremely heavy in its heart.

"kill!!!!"

A loud roar that shocked everyone's hearts resounded through Wushen Mountain.

The defeated demigods five hundred years ago returned, this time leading countless demigods who had just broken through to kill.

Boom!

Unparalleled domineering momentum burst out from his body.

On this day, the entire Wushen Mountain was stained with blood.

He will never return, vowing to defeat the eight ancient taboo beings who monopolize the entire era.

The terrifying martial arts conception penetrated the heaven and earth, shaking the entire Zhongzhou Continent.

And Tongtian Pavilion, the super large chamber of commerce in the entire Bahuang Continent, has taken the opportunity to release some information to expose the corrupt deeds of the eight deities in history.

And countless knights in the world looked at the storyteller in the restaurant, shaking his feather fan, waking up and banging the table.

"On this day, the heroes of the era join forces to fight against the darkness!"

"With a sword and a long smile, he goes out to travel everywhere, his ambition is to swallow up the universe, his chivalrous bones can withstand the wind and frost."

"Martial arts are practiced all over the world, and martial arts can break the world. We chivalrous people only seek freedom! Who dares to stand high in the world with swords?"

"The young chivalrous heroes have ascended to the Martial God Mountain with their swords to kill the villains and restore peace to our martial arts!"

"The fallen divine corpse is the emperor's fight against Tianwai! How can we allow eight traitors to monopolize the power while the ancient ancestor Martial God fights alone?"

The entire martial arts continent is in an uproar. This is to leave hope for the entire era. If it fails, it can also tell the world the truth and leave a new spark of resistance.

At this moment, the battle was fierce. A group of heroes of the era who had just made a breakthrough forcibly tied up four of them with their lives. Yang Tiansheng fought against four ancient demigods alone.

"ah!"

A young demigod who had just made a breakthrough was killed instantly.

Their qualifications are higher than the eight people in that primitive and rough era, but unfortunately they have too little background and no time.

"It's you again, Yang Tiansheng, why didn't you die back then?"

These four decadent demigods easily slaughtered the young demigods who surrounded them, and sneered: "You will still die this time, and you have sent us so much fresh blood, completely consolidating our position."

However, there is a massacre over there.

Yang Tiansheng here has received the emperor's guidance and has been practicing hard for five hundred years. He is no longer what he used to be.

One man fought against four rotten demigods, and actually killed one of them by force.

"First!"

He raised the stunned head of the decayed demigod with its broken body, and said coldly: "You guys will all die today!"

This battle was earth-shattering.

All the major sects in the world looked into the distance in horror.

"It's him."

A scholar with a rosy face carrying a bookcase was listening to a book in a restaurant. Suddenly he looked up and said, "It turns out that five hundred years have really passed. The young man who failed back then has made a comeback."

"Times have changed, and you and I both have our own stories."

He calmed down and continued listening to the story, "Unexpectedly, five hundred years after the First World War, the world gave me a holy name, but they all distorted my experience."

Martial arts calendar year 2672.

Yang Tiansheng led thirteen demigods into Wushen Mountain and fought bloody battles for five days.

The thirteen-year-old demigod did not survive.

All eight corrupt demigods were killed.

The era has entered a new era of martial arts. Everyone in the world believes that those who have accomplished such incredible feats have extraordinary fighting power and unparalleled martial arts qualifications.

A new era has begun, and a new martial arts emperor has ascended the throne. The world calls him the Born Emperor.