prehistoric calendar

(PS: Third update, today there is another update to make up for yesterday’s. By the way, today’s Spring Festival is really sad. Seeing Wuhan and the whole country, I think this is the most sad thing since I was born.

It’s Spring Festival.)

Wu Ming's body is broken, Wu Ming's mind is broken, Wu Ming's true spirit...

Wu Ming's true spirit still maintains its final sobriety. It is a kind of last obsession, the so-called unwillingness, which is actually of little use.

Are we humans just pests?

Shouldn't we humans exist in this world?

Are we humans an invading virus to this universe?

If this is really the case, so many deaths, so many sacrifices, so many expectations, so many prospects and longings... what is the point of doing this?

God, if there really is a transcendent, truly supreme god, please tell me, please tell us, what is the meaning of our human existence?

Maybe...it's meaningless...

Wu Ming saw all the information, the information left on the body of the original person, saw the secrets of the past, saw the origin of human beings, and he finally knew why he would

The countless scenes of broken civilizations I saw were not the human civilization of the future... but the human civilization of who knows how many billions of years ago...

Humans...should not appear...

At this moment, Wu Ming seemed to have such a realization, and as soon as this realization appeared, a layer of light that he could not see himself, others could not see, and even almost everyone could not see came from him.

The body began to detach. As this layer of light detached, the space of the first-generation Lord God in Wu Ming's mind began to tremble, became unstable, and began... to detach...

This immediately affected the light beam that was being repaired by Wu Ming. The light beam began to become unstable, there were some flashes, and even began to appear like peeling off...

From this, Wu Ming's body began to gradually dissipate under the attacks of many saints...

At this moment, a brush appeared out of thin air from the sea of ​​consciousness in Wu Ming's eyebrows. The brush began to dissipate the moment it appeared. It helped Wu Ming resist the attacks of the surrounding saints. At the same time, the brush began to outline something.

It's just that the ink on this brush is not black, but blood, boundless blood...

There seemed to be some sparkle in Wu Ming's eyes, which was the color of blood, endless blood...

Wait, wait a moment...

Wu Ming suddenly thought of something, the color of blood, the endless color of blood...the bloody destiny of human beings!??

Wait a minute, there seems to be something wrong with this. Yes, the original man, the origin of human beings, human beings carry original sin, and human beings are the ancient invaders of the last era. Reasonable answers to these can be obtained from the original man. The only one

The unanswerable...humanity's bloody destiny!!!

Yes, in the orthodox theory of cultivation that Wu Ming knows, there are actually similar assumptions and explanations. In the orthodox theory of cultivation, the birth and death of a multiverse is defined as an era. This is more important than an era or any calendar.

There is a much longer time coefficient, and its length of time is even immeasurable. Some unorthodox cultivators believe that an infinite calamity is an era, but this kind of counting is not recognized in orthodox cultivation.

There are many factors that determine the length of a multiverse era. The first and foremost is naturally the quality and quantity of the multiverse itself. Volume is actually one of the most critical factors. The second is the smooth development of this multiverse and the strength to fight against negative multiverse.

degree and so on, in orthodoxy

According to the calculations of cultivators, the most unfavorable and weakest multiverse may not even have an infinite calamity in one era, but if it is a powerful multiverse with the smoothest development, the duration of one era may be ten.

Hundreds of immeasurable kalpas are possible.

Of course, all these are just theoretical values. After all, it is impossible for orthodox cultivators to survive the number of epochs. In other words, no life can survive the number of epochs. Even the theoretical ultimate is impossible, because theoretically

The ultimate is that its own volume is equal to the multiverse itself. This is the theoretical limit value of quality and quantity. It is impossible to survive even the ultimate, so these are only theoretical values, and there is no theoretical value that can be verified in any way.

In the model of the multiverse by orthodox cultivators, there is almost no way for anything to cross epochs, including even one byte of information, because the birth and death of the multiverse is the ultimate annihilation that cannot even survive the ultimate, and

If we cross epochs, in the multiverse model of orthodox cultivators, there is only one possibility, and that is detachment...

Adjectives such as transcending the ultimate, transcending everything, transcending, transcending to the other side... But these are still theories, and they are the most arrogant theories.

Of course, this does not mean that the multiverse model of orthodox cultivators is the absolute truth. It is something that cannot be verified, and it is possible that there are many errors and omissions in it, because everything is the result of calculation and analysis alone, so Wu Ming

When he saw the vision of the First Man before, he did not doubt that humans did not come from the previous era, because this was the answer given by the multiverse itself.

But there is the only unexplainable situation in this... bloody luck!!!

Yes, from the surface, human beings do not have any luck. That is why they are marked by heaven and earth, and that is why they are guilty of killing creatures of this era. Let’s not talk about those aliens and the like. Do they count?

Human beings still have two theories, and they say that human beings do not have any luck. This is normal, because if human beings were really the beings of the previous era, then they would not be recognized by everything in the world.

What is luck? Luck is actually a possibility, or absolute, that arises from the contact between life and the world. In other words, all luck must rely on the world to be feasible. For example, a certain life is in a plane.

If the protagonist is the protagonist, then his luck actually comes from this plane, and if a life is the parent and child of the multiverse, then his luck comes from the multiverse itself, and so on.

Human beings should not be lucky. If human beings are really the beings of the last era, then human beings themselves will not be recognized by the multiverse. In other words, unless human beings come to this era together with the plane or world of the previous era.

, and then that plane or world provides luck, otherwise human beings are essentially

It will be killed like a virus, and there will be no luck at all. Of course, even if there are planes or worlds from the previous era, theoretically speaking, unless the entire multiverse of the previous era is brought,

They will all be killed together by the multiverse of this era, because the difference in size is too great.

If this is the case, then where did human beings’ bloody luck come from!?

Don’t talk about the accumulation of infinite amounts of human death. Even if it can be accumulated, where will it be accumulated?

Accumulated in this multiverse? Then it will be eliminated directly.

Accumulated on the prehistoric continent? It’s as if the prehistoric continent is not the scope of the multiverse...

Then the question arises, what is the bloody luck...what exactly is going on!?

Wu Ming supported his body, and his eyes gradually became radiant. The first-generation Lord God also stabilized, and the beam of light that healed him also stabilized. As Wu Ming stood up, the brush stopped waving blood, and it

He nodded slightly at Wu Ming, and then rushed towards the Holy One's concentrated fire attack. He waved the brush one last time before disappearing, carving a complex rune into the void.

When Wu Ming saw this rune, he immediately knew its meaning.

"open!"

In an instant, all the saints' concentrated fire attacks immediately opened the hole. Wu Ming saw Kong Xuan's five-color divine light sweeping through the air, and he himself turned into a huge peacock flying in the sky. Around it, the God of Fear was alone.

One person was besieged by more than a dozen saints, and it looked like he was already in danger.

On the ground, several holy ones were cleaning up Wu Ming's troops. Millions of people had already died under the clearing of the holy ones.

"hehe……"

Wu Ming sneered, and directly controlled the first-generation Lord God to destroy the holy path with the Goddess of Wealth and other saints engraved on it. At this moment, the Goddess of Wealth and other saints immediately penetrated out of the space, and these saints did not dare to look at it.

After taking one look at Wu Ming, he pounced directly on the saints who were clearing the place.

"I'll spare your lives for the time being." Wu Ming sneered, and then he shouted loudly: "Li Ming, set up the Immortal Killing Sword Formation to protect our formation and our personnel..."

"Attack!!! Kill everyone who is not in our ranks!!!"

When Wu Ming's words appeared, the stunned legions immediately cheered up. Wu Ming was their entire backbone. Wu Ming had just been attacked by concentrated fire, and everyone was stunned. At this time, Wu Ming was helpless.

Once the incident came out, everyone immediately got excited and started to fight back.

"God of Fear, return to our formation!!!"

Wu Ming continued to shout: "Kong Xuan, follow me into Buzhou Mountain!!!"

While talking and roaring, Wu Ming had already taken the lead and rushed towards the Buzhou Mountain. Following him, Kong Xuan didn't care about any attacks at all, but the five-color divine light flashed randomly, protecting Wu Ming and rushed towards the rapidly shrinking Buzhou Mountain.

Zhou Shan.

Wu Ming can no longer sense Buzhou Mountain. It is obvious that his opportunity for Buzhou Mountain has been taken away. Not only was it taken away, but the human named Qian also threw a lot of negative thoughts at him, letting him know that human beings

They are the pests of this world...

“What the hell are pests!??”

"So what if I are descendants of humans from the last era!??"

"This world hates us humans. This world wants to destroy us humans. Well, just break this world and conquer this diversity!!!"

"In the legend, Pangu created the world. If there is no Pangu now, then I will create the world!!!"

Wu Ming roared loudly, extremely unwilling to give in, and rushed forward with all his strength. In front of him, a giant gray dragon and a golden phoenix were fighting, a huge strange insect and several high-level saints were fighting.

In the entanglement, there are many high-level saints rushing towards Mount Buzhou, but

They were all entangled with each other. Looking up, they saw an ancient clock fighting with a pair of green swords that were defeated miserably. I don’t know what those swords were. The space and time between them were rotten and destroyed. Just looking at them

It makes people feel chilled all over, but they are still beaten by this ancient clock.

There is also a jade book and a turtle shell, which are surrounded and attacked by four colors, one red, one white, one green, and one black. I don't know the origin of these four colors, but they are attacking the jade book and the turtle shell.

"...Sure enough, you all secretly resurrected, are you waiting until now? And why doesn't Na Luo come out!? Could it be that you still want to make a sneak attack?"

There was a sound coming from the top of the sky. The sound resounded throughout the world, like thunder. Wu Ming's eardrums exploded just by hearing it, and he had to use the Lord God to repair it.

No one answered the voice, and the fighting was still going on everywhere. Suddenly, from the core of Buzhou Mountain, a day and a month rose up. As the sun and moon rose, suddenly there was a giant from Buzhou Mountain.

Standing up at the bottom of the mountain, this giant was so huge that it seemed as if it could stand upright on the sky and the earth. The muscles all over its body were tangled. As soon as it rose up, the giant immediately grabbed his hand towards the sun and moon.

"How dare you!!!"

At this moment, the ancient bell suddenly threw away its two swords and headed straight towards the giant. The two swords quickly chased after it. At the same time, a small oil lamp appeared in front of the ancient bell, with black and white lights burning on it.

The flames collided hard with the ancient bell, and the world trembled violently. The ancient bell was blocked for a moment, and then the two swords rushed forward, cutting the heaven and earth into two colors of miserable green, like a net.

The ancient clock is shrouded in it.

The ancient clock kept beating, one after another. It no longer had any melodious sound, but seemed to have turned into a warning alarm clock. The sound of the ancient clock made everyone who heard it feel hazy in their minds. Together with the oil lamp, the

The two swords, the four-colored creatures, and all the high-level saints and innate saints who were rushing towards Buzhou Mountain were all silent and stood still.

Even the giant that was grabbing at the sun and the moon also stopped. Only the ancient bell made any move. It broke away from the pale green two-color net, and hit the giant's chest with a loud bang.

But when everything came to a halt, the ancient bell crashed into the giant, the giant grabbed at the sun, moon and stars, the four colors besieged the jade book and the turtle shell, many innate saints and high-level saints rushed towards Mount Buzhou, while Wu Ming watched helplessly.

Watching all this, I was still.

Under the projection of Mount Buzhou, in the labyrinth of layers of low-latitude gaps, a blindfolded man is walking among them. He seems to be unaffected by the stoppage of time and is heading towards his goal...

A piece of black and yellow body the size of a palm is like a stone and as thick as a mountain. Although it is only the size of a palm, just seeing it gives people an endless and huge feeling of heaviness.

The man reached out to take the piece of black and yellow body, but at this moment, a woman with extremely beautiful appearance stood in front of him. This woman didn't know where she came from. Just like where she should be, she actually

Nor is it affected by this stillness.

"...I have found you, but I am very strange. Why do you think that I will be blocked by the stasis of time? Even if time is stagnant, this is still part of time..."

The woman murmured, and she did not take the yellow body that was within easy reach. She just looked at the blindfolded man and said: "This is not your goal, is it? Although I didn't see what you are going to do next, but your

This is not the goal, you want something else...something else?"

The blindfolded man retracted his outstretched palm, looked at the woman who suddenly appeared and said, "Kunpeng... guess what."

While speaking, the blindfolded man who retracted his palm suddenly snapped his fingers, and the Xuanhuang body behind Kunpeng suddenly rose into the air, turned into a huge mountain, and flew towards the sky. This flight immediately caused

It broke through everything around it.

The corrosion of low latitudes, the gap plane formed by low latitudes and the real world, the barriers between the real world and high latitudes, together with the boundaries that stop everything emitted by the ancient clock, Buzhou Mountain is really like a giant mountain supporting the heaven and earth.

It smashed all the obstacles and rushed straight towards the sky.

The woman looked at the blindfolded man in surprise and said: "You actually triggered your own recognition of Buzhou Mountain? Is your purpose to make Buzhou Mountain a secret existence similar to the reincarnation disk?"

"...There are still seven seconds before you can see my past, present and future, so you have seven seconds to guess, or you can look at my purpose after seven seconds. By the way, there are still two seconds at most.

Soon, Buzhou Mountain will break free from all restraints, and by then, no one will be able to control it..."

This conversation seemed to be very long, but between the blindfolded man and Kunpeng, not even a tenth of a second passed. The next moment, the sun and moon on the zenith were shattered violently, and the place where the giant reached out to grab was

There was nothingness, and in front of the masked man, the sun and moon rose again, and at this moment, the sun and moon went straight to Buzhou Mountain.

"...five, four..."

The blindfolded man did not move at all, still counting the countdown. When he counted to three, his body sank suddenly. Below, Gan and others were standing there. Except for Zha, everyone else was there.

Here it is.

When the blindfolded man arrived, a total of twelve people, including eleven of the blindfolded man, surrounded the bone in the center, and the skin surface of the bone cracked inch by inch, revealing the mechanical body inside. This machine

As soon as the body appeared, it seemed to trigger a certain resonance, and the core of the entire silver earth exploded.

With this kind of resonance, from bottom to top, the layers of space boiled, and the interstitial spaces layer by layer were peeled off, and then at the bottom, a pure white humanoid body was revealed, with no facial features and all four limbs.

Constantly changing, with a spear stuck in his chest, his body has completely died...

"The First Man..."

"And...the core of the world..."

"reason……"

In the outside world, Kunpeng turned into the sun and the moon, rising from the core of the silver earth and heading towards Mount Buzhou.

At the same time, more than a dozen innate saints, almost all high-level saints, all grabbed the Buzhou Mountain. The giant palm stretched out from time, the giant hand falling from the ceiling, and more

The giant claws that broke through the space, the incredible figures that appeared, the huge strange shadows that emerged in the minds of mortals...

For a time, various auras emerged one by one, and in the sun and moon that enveloped Buzhou Mountain, a figure that looked like a man, a woman, a bird, and a fish also began to emerge. This figure was reaching out to grab the Buzhou Mountain.

And hundreds of various attacks were directed towards this figure.

After smashing it, the first one was a stern young man holding a pair of pale green swords, followed closely by a figure holding a black and white lantern, which looked like a man and a woman, yin and yang, and then followed by four colors,

Things also began to emerge from these four colors.

It was an unimaginably huge cyan dragon, its tail alone covered the entire sky. An equally huge cyan dragon claw grabbed it from the east.

There was another metallic white giant tiger, also unimaginably huge. It came from the west, riding on the aura of metal. Wherever it passed, there were swords and weapons. With its roar, war broke out all over the ancient continent.

There is also a giant black turtle. This turtle's four legs are like pillars of heaven. Only the legs can be seen, and the figure cannot be seen. Its head stretches out from the north and is about to bite the Buzhou Mountain.

Finally, there was a phoenix-shaped Suzaku, which came from the south and sent flames towards the ancient continent. Along the way, it destroyed countless lives in a sea of ​​​​fire, and also carried it towards Mount Buzhou.

At the Donghuang Bell and Hetuluo Bookstore in the sky, Taiyi and Dijun both appeared. The two looked at each other, each with a terrifying power bursting out. This power was so strong that the entire prehistoric continent was shaken.

I was trembling when I saw Taiyi throw the Donghuang Bell upwards. The sky suddenly darkened, turning from daytime to wild. Then the stars in the sky were as big as a bucket, a total of 365 stars in the sky, with the central one in the shape of a sky.

Purple, Donghuang's body rushed upwards and merged with it. Suddenly, 365 stars all shone brightly.

"Daluo Star Dou Hongmeng Formation!!!"

With a loud noise, all three hundred and sixty-five superstars fell, and each one directly hit the holy throne below. The ordinary holy throne was smashed into pulp on the spot. Of course, there were also high-level saints who intervened to stop it, but the high-level saints

As long as one or two Holy Swords are hit, they will still vomit blood and fall back.

Only the innate holy throne could barely support it, but it was only able to escape from the trap of Zhou Tian, ​​and was no longer able to rush towards the Buzhou Mountain.

Emperor Jun also threw the Hetu Luoshu in his hand towards Kunpeng, and immediately the two objects evolved into an infinite number of vast runes, densely packed and countless. Gradually, these runes started over and over again, forming a unified force and turning into infinity.

Sanctuary was blocked between Kunpeng, Ancestor Styx and the others. No matter how crazy these extremely strong men attacked, the formation was still motionless and could not even make any waves.

"Hetu Luoshu Hunyuan Formation!!!"

Taking advantage of this moment, Kunpeng's hand was about to fall towards Buzhou Mountain.

Wu Ming saw it from beginning to end. He was weak and powerless. Even if he could kill a high-level saint with the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, he was too weak to be able to do anything on this battlefield. In addition, he had lost

It seems that he can no longer think about the opportunity of Buzhou Mountain, and can only wait for the judgment of fate... It will almost definitely mean death...

But...how could he be willing to...

All the planning, all the efforts, all the sacrifices...

It’s all for this moment, how could he be willing to do it!?

Could it be that he traveled back to this moment from the future just to be an audience?

So he planned to fight and earn...

What we fight for is life, what we earn is life...

"Kong Xuan, use all your strength to brush the five-color divine light on me and accelerate me!!!"

"Li Ming, use the Four Swords of Zhu Xian to attack me with all your strength!!!"

Wu Ming violently crushed the plane on his palm. In an instant, vast spiritual inspiration surged, and all the Taoist rhyme in the cave sky turned into spiritual inspiration and exploded. Wu Ming did not wait for anyone's response, almost burning everything in himself.

From the body, to the soul, to the true spirit, from his basic intelligence, to his cultivation techniques...

Coupled with the reward points of the first-generation main god, side plots, and even a possibility, all exploded at the same time...

Kong Xuan only had time to brush out a five-color divine light, and Li Ming also gritted his teeth and rushed towards him with the Four Swords of Zhu Xian. The beam of light on Wu Ming's body suddenly became violently bright, restoring him while squeezing all his potential...

…

At the same time, from Wu Mingmei's heart, heart, gear, apple...

When all the objects burst out, each object exploded with incredible immeasurable power in an instant. It was the burning of the source, almost a high-level holy status, and even an innate holy status, like self-destruction with life, it exploded with far more energy than

The power of high-level holy status and innate holy status.

These objects were all burned up and turned into a torrent that rushed upward, piercing Wu Ming's broken body into the Daluo Star Dou Hongmeng Formation. A series of stars exploded, and Wu Ming was left with three-quarters of his body.

On the Hetuluoshu Hunyuan Formation, the Hetuluoshu Hunyuan Formation trembled for a while, but remained strong, as if there was no change.

At this moment, the projection of a young son of the innate demon god penetrated from Wu Ming's body. Kunpeng, who was in the formation, was slightly startled. At the same time, from Wu Ming's eyebrows, the last thing also appeared on the spot, that was

a piece of wheel

With the endless vast sea of ​​souls and an aura that could rival Donghuang Bell and Hetu Luoshu, this wheel hit the Hetu Luoshu Hunyuan Formation and exploded at the same time, and this self-destruction

Let this flawless Hetuluoshu be confused

There was a slight gap in the elemental formation, and then Wu Ming's body exploded, and his soul exploded. There was only a little bit of true spirit, standing on a mirror that seemed virtual and real. The moment the mirror appeared, an infinite world began immediately.

Quantitative calculations and analysis, and this calculation and analysis found this almost non-existent trembling gap, allowing Wu Ming to penetrate this almost non-existent gap with his last breath of life, and used his last strength to wave his hand to grab the non-existent gap.

Zhou Shan.

And Kunpeng also held Buzhou Mountain at the same time...

The Xuanhuang aura exploded violently, and the people around could no longer see everything in between. When they came back to their senses, everyone looked at Kunpeng fiercely, and sure enough, they saw Kunpeng holding a piece of Xuanhuang body in his hand.

, in the shape of a mountain, with the sun, moon, and stars resonating and roaring with it. Even if you just hold it, people around you feel as if Kunpeng is holding the entire multiverse.

And Wu Ming...

Wu Ming, who only had his true spirit left, was transparent and weak, but he hadn't dissipated yet, and he...

He was looking blankly at the thing on his palm. When he grabbed it just now, he didn't catch Buzhou Shan, but instead caught this thing...

An exquisite little tower as big as a palm...