My universe in a bottle

The two Whartons looked at each other with their hearts trembling.

"It's really about to begin. Is our current martial arts world real or fake? Is it also the historical stage of the doomsday world? So what are the mysteries of the earth?"

"If I go to Tutian, I will be able to ask for the truth! Create a future with my fists!"

"However, complete true gods are still rare. It seems that they have secretly seized part of the power of heaven and cultivated geniuses. After all, there are only seven or eight true gods."

"If you don't have too much energy, this sixty-ring true god is enough to sweep away many of the cripples of the past."

Not like someone next door.

These two Whartons really met each other late.

Talk about your life experience and working hard in the business world in the United States.

I made my first pot of gold by renting bicycles in school when I was young, then exploited various stowaways as cheap workers to earn a wave of capital that changed my destiny, and then the year when it completely broke out, Wall Street and a group of rich people competed to cut the leeks. !

The business world rises and falls.

Wharton, who came from a petty bourgeoisie family and worked hard all the way to become the world's top rich man, there is almost no big difference between the two sides.

The only difference is Professor Wales.

In the actual civilization of the earth, there is no era-changing genius like Doomsday Earth. There is no nuclear fusion technology or subspace technology, so certain aspects of technology lag far behind.

Therefore, there was no biohazard outbreak.

The real earth is already very peaceful. The two Whartons have discussed this many times and studied various possible conspiracies and backgrounds!

Parallel world theory of Earth?

Is there some kind of terror existing on earth now?

Mengyi, when you were young, did you go to the earth in reality today?

The two Whartons kept discussing, and they were also frightened.

Even the real-life Sylph Night Elf Academy has been affected by various influences, and some students have begun to study these things.

At this time, watching Ning Guochang fly up to the God Realm, their two camera crews happened to work together in tandem, following the shots perfectly, and arrived in the God Realm.

Two selves, double happiness.

Earth Wharton looked into the distance and sighed:

"After careful calculation of all the events in the apocalyptic world, I can no longer tell what is true and what is false. It is impossible to guess."

Doomsday Wharton said: "Yes, what Fist said back then may not be taken seriously now! The ancient God of Mengyi may not be dead at all! The three-fist doomsday stage that year was all the fault of Mengyi and that one The play is a play between those two ancient beings who resurrected from ancient times."

yes.

Xiwei may be herself, not a similar flower. She may be another ancient friend of Nokron, resurrected in the past.

Wharton clenched his fists, his emotions fluctuating violently, "First, Mengyi succeeded and restored her own civilization history, so she pretended to retreat, was defeated, and then asked that person to build a historical martial arts stage! Pushing similar flowers one by one , recreating one’s own history and friends from back then.”

In this way, both men achieved their goals.

It is not impossible to reshape some similar flowers, find substitutes, and express comfort.

God is also a powerful person.

Humans can grieve after the death of a friend, a loved one, or even a dog.

It is very possible to even find similar women to be wives and buy similar dogs to be pets.

For beings of this level, they are no different from dogs or ant nests on the road. How can they care about the joys and sorrows of their era when they reenact scenes from history?

As for Wharton's two people's speculation, this has been everyone's speculation over the years.

at this time.

One true god entered the God Realm and tore the void apart.

"Unexpectedly, there are actually ten true gods and emperors. The hidden secrets of this heaven are so terrifying." A true god stepped into the void.

"But it doesn't matter. We have allocated our strength to let the three true wizards restrain them by force."

Another true god said, "The true god of wizards has twenty levels more than the true god of descending. He is very powerful. In addition, the opponent has a single attack and strong defense. It is feasible for the three of them to forcefully delay the ten iron lumps."

Those ten guys are really tough!

They are a real defensive clan and cannot be killed, but there is no need to spend time with them there, just contain them in the lower realm.

Rainbow lights and divine brilliance bloomed.

One by one, powerful beings descended into the God Realm, their majestic figures flourished, and Xia Rui's light rose into the sky, reflecting in all directions.

This is a group of the most powerful beings in thousands of years. They have ascended to the gods. Each of them is famous and has suppressed a whole realm.

And when they arrived at their destination.

Then he saw a peerless beauty standing quietly in the tea pavilion. She was dressed in white and had an icy aura on her delicate and flawless oval face.

"This girl, have you seen any scary, strange and powerful people?" A true god stood up and said politely.

Xiwei turned her head and looked at them quietly.

"Isn't it right in front of you?"

As soon as these words fell, everyone was shocked and stepped back in fright.

At this time, the true gods discovered the true appearance of the way of heaven.

This God, with a peerless appearance, skin as smooth as cream, and a curvy figure, turned out to be a peerless beauty.

The mastermind behind the scenes just appeared in front of you?

"Is this the way of heaven?"

"Then how can the mysterious sky be a woman??"

Several new generation true gods were a little uncomfortable and found it unbelievable.

Xi Wei stood in this vast and luxurious divine kingdom, her eyes swept over the visitors from the lower realm, and she lightly raised a hand as white as jade, "You, the true gods of the lower realm, stopped the Ten Directions Sun Emperor who governs this era. , what are you going to do?"

"God, overturn the law of heaven! Take control of your own destiny!"

A true god immediately spoke, "Let me tell you, how come I, Gu Changqing, a street beggar, am so lucky? I have constant adventures along the way, various secret realms, secret treasures, and the help of strong elders. Sometimes, the enemy's IQ will be inexplicably lowered. Give me some help." Taking advantage of this opportunity, it turns out that it is the sky that is behind the scenes!"

The rise of the protagonist's style is usually within the story.

His talent is astonishing, he encounters adventures along the way, is admired by beautiful women, slaps in the face with pretentiousness, and even some villains with powerful enemies will forcibly gain a halo of wisdom when necessary.

In reality, how can there be so much beauty?

This is the role of luck.

Heaven favors the protagonist, and the protagonist's halo is added to provide a certain degree of help.

Seeing this, Xiwei just shook her head speechlessly:

"This is my favor to you. With the blessing of purple luck, you are the proud man of the three thousand years, fighting for the dominance of the Southern Territory. This is the general trend in the dark. It's just bad luck. I am the favored child of God's care, but you repay your favor with revenge?"

These people are really bewitched by Minis and others!

She tricked Minnis and others.

But there is kindness to these guys.

Otherwise, how could the ten emperors of heaven, and even the existence of other races, surrender to the way of heaven?

I intercepted their race and developed it seriously, treating them as my own.

"The world is pitiful and pitiful."

“All things are created to nourish people, yet people in the world still complain that God is unkind.”

The ice-cold woman had a cold expression, with an aura that was otherworldly. Over the years, she had gradually matured a lot, and she was not spending her time in isolation.

The expressions of the other true gods changed slightly.

It is undeniable that everything I have today is given by heaven.

Without help, you may have fallen before you even rose.

In the Martial Arts Continent, strength is the criterion. The children of the lower class have to be admitted to the sect, and they do not have to be qualified. There are no bribes and offerings, and all kinds of worldly customs are invisible.

And how can ordinary children afford bribes?

Even a merchant family in a city would have to bleed a lot before they could send a child into the sect.

With the era of the will of heaven, the resource allocation of big data, and the reasonable allocation of various resources to the geniuses, the era has exploded like this.

At this time, seeing the heroes around him wavering, Wharton immediately stood up and encouraged people:

"The Way of Heaven is just playing chess. On this chessboard, everyone is a chess piece of the Way of Heaven that is controlled. Some of the chess pieces are selected, some are not selected, and they have good fates and bad fates, but they all control their fates. "

"Why is it that a good chess piece being manipulated and a good future is not a puppet being manipulated in life?"

"You've been toyed with your life, and you still want to worship me?"

Wharton looked resolute, like a hero with a straight spine, and cursed: "This is the servility rooted in the heart! We and other strong men, when we are upright and free, how can we listen to such existential sophistry? The way of heaven appears in this world, from head to toe , dripping blood and filth from every pore."

Xi Wei's face suddenly turned cold, revealing a bit of sarcasm. She looked at these clowns who were trying to stand on the moral high ground and carry out rebellion. "You are really sharp-tongued. What you want is to overthrow the way of heaven, divide it and eat it, and control it." A part of the authority of heaven has no control over this heaven, whether it is good or bad."

"Maybe they are!"

At this time, Ning Guochang stood up and said coldly:

"But we are different. We are here to find a result."

"Xiwei, I thought you were one of the victims back then. Now I see that you are all faking it. You may think you are weak, but in fact, you are also the real mastermind behind the scenes, the real Mengyi! You fooled us. so bitter!"

Ning Guochang roared angrily, as if he wanted to spit out all his resentment:

"When the doomsday stage was shattered and we were freed, were you and that person secretly planning it to build a larger historical stage play for us?"

Ning Guochang gritted his teeth and cursed: "From beginning to end, they are all puppets, programmed by the two of you!"

Ning Guochang was furious, as if he wanted to vent all his anger, and even punched him away.

"Tiandao, die!"

The next moment, Ning Guochang's body felt like it was swelling in the wind.

Her long hair danced wildly, and her big eyes popped out, like a ball of fireworks exploding, and a booming sound swept away, hitting Tiandao Xiwei in front of her.

"It's great that it's so early, why say more?" A thick smoke passed by, and Xiwei's figure was unscathed. She looked at them coldly and said: "Why explain, eloquence belongs to the weak, and eloquence belongs to the literati."