My universe in a bottle

The universe is very big, and the locations of the three crystal wall hospitals and the base camp are well hidden. In order to prevent detection, Li Qing even put on some camouflage colors like a chameleon.

Unless you bump into it, you won't notice it at all.

Atabibia and Tianzi, let them hide inside for a while. After all, we can't let them help fight and come out to see the outside world, right?

There are planets out there.

After finally being deceived, he didn't want to lose it all.

Besides, he didn't mainly fight, but acted as a traitor and lured the Japanese into the village.

After they build this brand new fourth hospital and develop the map, if everything goes well, the universe will be a crystal wall, allowing them to go out and see the real world of the heavens.

"We can start to find a galaxy, start promoting the era, and cultivate strong people." Li Qing said secretly.

Nowadays, holes are being opened all over the place like crazy. The universe is so big. Naturally, I have to hide on the other side and develop a wave of civilization before they arrive.

He is not afraid of exposing his extraordinary system. After all, the basics are now solid, so what if he is exposed?

Can't find myself.

Don't even know what happened.

And all this confidence is also based on Li Qing's mastery of "time". Time in this universe is almost equivalent to the mythical "karma". He can shield his own background and origin, and is not afraid of others chasing him.

Even if the opponent has a powerful force similar to time, he cannot catch him.

Of course, in Li Qing's eyes, two ancient gods of the same series are not allowed to exist. If he comes to power in the future, each series can only certify one seat.

"This civilization is based on the bird-tailed mantis shrimp, which has iterated countless biological versions, and developed other abilities and characteristics."

Li Qing never forgot that his goal was to run away and dig holes.

This newer boxer tail mantis shrimp is a good thing.

Punch a hole, and run away after doing something bad. It is convenient and fast, and there is no fear of being found by the patrol team.

It seems that for a while, he will be hated by the world and regarded as a villain who destroys the natural environment.

Li Qing touched his nose.

But this is all a temporary act of bearing the humiliation and bearing the burden.

After changing the environment of the universe and successfully turning it into a mental hospital, all the people outside will have their materials returned, and they will be brought in for treatment and correction of their worldview. They will definitely confess with tears and recognize who they are. That's the good guy.

Li Qing chose a distant star field as the central headquarters of the main mining race, and began to multiply life on a large scale.

It's not the low-level qualifications of clone reproduction. He personally took action, and the average qualifications were very high, producing more than ten powerful people who broke the limit level.

In the past, creatures would have three awakenings as soon as they were pinched out, but now the creatures would reach god level as soon as they were pinched out. Li Qing had spent a lot of effort to give him a very high starting point.

In the blink of an eye.

They multiplied on the planet and were born as gods. As god-based creatures, they soon entered the intergalactic era.

Planets one by one have entered a period of savagery and savagery, with thousands of races competing against each other, and all major races complementing each other.

From a distance, it looks like a prawn-shaped race.

It is colorful, has a slender carapace, a bit like a dragon, and has a slender and graceful body. It soars in the void and is majestic, but the position of the dragon's claws is a pair of huge pincers, comparable to its head.

Without exception, their fists are quite powerful.

This shrimp biological civilization is very violent. It likes to polish its fists and blow up planets with one punch. If it doesn't polish its fists, it will feel itchy.

At the same time, these beings are not like the cannon fodder outside, and Li Qing has given a group of more than 100 beings the authority of creation gods.

As for those under 100?

Times have changed.

Naturally, the God of Creation does not grant the authority to weak people like them. The ability to create and research races at this level has basically no promotion effect.

The ordinary miners outside are just ordinary extraordinary races, basically cannon fodder.

They have never thought about rescuing them, a one-time job, letting them dig holes outside all the time. Whenever they are caught by the patrol team, they will self-destruct.

soon.

These fists of theirs dug holes unscrupulously, left the universe, and went to the subspace development era in Xiacheng District, where they developed rapidly with the help of ultra-high-speed flow civilization.

In less than three hundred years, a race emperor named Tang Xia rose up and shook the galaxy with his fists, shattering the galaxy into pieces. He became the person who suppressed this first life and reached the pinnacle.

"Our clan has inherited memories of cultivation in our brains."

"There is a voice in the center of the universe, written into the blood, asking us to open the space wormhole. This is our mission."

Tang Xia lay lazily on a planet, forming a circle into a shrimp ball, feeling that it was a mystery.

I don’t know how powerful and mysterious this being who left the message is.

However, drilling holes is still necessary.

They used to like to blow up planets, but now that they have become stronger, they like to punch holes in the universe!

It is a naturally evil race. Now this race does not drill holes. If it does not practice punching the wall of the universe a few times every day, it will feel itchy and uncomfortable.

In subspace, another three hundred years.

Tang Xia successfully broke through to the divine level and ruled the era from the outside, but found that he could not enter the universe and could only stare outside.

"Damn it! I can't go back if I get out."

"The vast sea of ​​subspace debris outside is boring and boring, like confinement."

"How will I practice boxing in the future? How will I make holes??"

He was furious.

As a result, the angry Tang Xia frantically practiced boxing against the fragments of subspace.

Bang bang bang bang! He destroyed the space fragments one by one, but this way of solving itchy hands was very uncomfortable and not enough.

Several more years followed.

Other beings have also gradually reached the bottleneck of one hundred thousand god-level rings. They can break through to the god-level at any time, but they do not go out to break through.

They began to get stuck at the god level, under the limit of ascension in the universe, dominating the universe, and even started to rebel.

For their emperor Tang Xia, they no longer obey orders.

The other party can't get in anyway.

The newly appointed second-generation emperor was also an interesting person. He spoke to Tang Xia outside through the air: "I just won't close the wormhole, so I leave you outside, staring at me, lying outside looking at me with envy." Gotta die!!"

Boom, boom, boom!

After that, the second-generation emperor exploded a few more planets and created a few wormholes: "I'm envious, right?"

"You damn bastard!" Tang Xia was furious outside. He felt his fists were itchy and wanted to hit someone.

At this moment, he felt extremely regretful. If he had known better, he would have had a lot of fun inside if he had not broken through. At least he had something to practice boxing with. Those space fragments were really bad.

Year after year, Tang Xia lay outside, like a stone watching the husband, thinking about how to kill this second-generation emperor.

"How do I get back?"

Tang Xia lay outside, thinking day and night. It was so boring outside.

Finally, he found a way from the inherited blueprints, dark matter weapons.

As long as you study this, turn part of your body into a dark matter weapon, let your henchmen hold the weapon, and enter the universe to hack him to death, it should be possible.

"Best, this dark matter weapon can also affect psychology and become my puppet." Thinking of this, his thoughts suddenly burst out like a fountain.

Another three hundred years.

Tang Xia used his strongest dragon beards to create tens of thousands of dark matter swords. The swords were covered with shiny colored glass, and countless clouds were rolling and wandering in them.

This is a completely magical sword that affects the mind.

As long as you hold this long sword, the soul in it will influence the user, allowing the user to be watched by the alien god in the universe, gradually affecting the mind, becoming his puppet, and turning into his most devout believer.

"Hahaha, the future era will enter the era of outer gods!" Tang Xia yelled and laughed loudly: "Don't think that if I can't get in from outside, I can't kill you! Believers in the universe, believe me I, the outer god of the universe, have eternal life!”

tomorrow