Unlimited Adventures

　　 Scroll 1: The Death of the Human Race

　　 There are ten thousand realms in the sky, floating in the endless sky of chaos.

　　 There are all human races in the ten thousand realms, and the number is huge, but compared with those with extraordinary talents, the human race is difficult to cultivate, and it is one of the lowest-ranking races.

　　 After hardships, the Human Race has the power to break through the position of the Immortal Venerable, creating a realm of Pangu, the foundation of the adult race.

　　 After countless epochs, the human race has finally risen, geniuses have emerged in large numbers, the stars are shining, a family has a number of immortals, countless emperors, it is a prosperous age.

　　 Pangu Realm has therefore become one of the three realms, and it is also called the Celestial Demon Realm and the Demon God Realm.

　　 However, prosperity must decline, and everything has a definite number.

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　　 In the center of the Pangu Realm, there is a Tianzhu piercing the sky, surrounded by thousands of mountains, and there are thousands of figures floating around the Tianzhu. Everyone is full of vitality and impossibility.

　　 At the top of the Tianzhu, the wind was raging, an old man in a green robe stood with his head high, and nine men with different descriptions and dresses stood around.

　　 The old man is wearing an ordinary cyan linen robe and holding a wooden staff. There is a green cow squatting beside him. He looks like a mortal farmer, but his eyes are shining, and there seems to be ups and downs.

　　 I don’t know how long, in the vast sky, a dazzling light flashed, and a thunder from the void shook the whole world!

The old man was still standing still, and only after a long while he said: "Holding and gaining it is not as good as it has been; trying to grasp and sharp is not long-lasting; wealth and arrogance, self-blame; success and retreat, the only way is the way of heaven. My brother, I was wrong! My strength is not enough now! What I said earlier to Er et al was the last gleam of life, I don’t know if you can wait?"

Next to him, the nine men in suits bowed down and said in unison: "The building will be poured out, we are willing to shed blood for our clan! No regrets and no regrets! I also hope that the uncle will take action to save our clan and distress! "

　　Beside the Tianzhu, thousands of figures bowed down and shouted, "Waiting, we are willing to shed blood for our race! No regrets and no regrets!"

　　 The sound was like a torrent of thunder, and even the thunder from the void was concealed.

　　 Among these thousands of people, most of them are heavenly immortals, and a small half are already immortal kings. Together with the nine immortal emperors at the top of the Tianzhu, they are the last strength of the human race.

　　 However, in the face of a coalition composed of the heavenly monsters and the demon gods and the Hundred Realms, such power is insignificant!

　　 If you don't enter the Immortal Venerable, all are ants. There is only one Immortal Venerable in the Human Race, and there are dozens of them in the coalition army!

　　 Terran, it's the last juncture!

The old man sighed, holding the wooden staff flat in front of him, and bowing towards the heaven and earth, saying: "If you don't see the name, you are called barbarian, if you don't hear it, you are called Xi, and if you don't hear it, you won't be famous. For, I am willing to sacrifice in this body and walk the path of trance! Continue the luck of my human race!"

He bowed lightly, but it seemed to stir the whole world. The Tianzhu trembled down, and bursts of Sanskrit sounds suddenly sounded in the void, and a series of colorful mysterious lights rose from the heads of those immortal emperors and kings, blending and interweaving, and turned into A brilliant and incomparable colorful ball of light shot directly towards the sky, and finally hit with nothing, and made a loud noise that shook the world. . .

　　 At this moment, time and space were all stagnated. With the fall of the Tianzhu, the entire Pangu Realm trembles, then quietly disappeared and merged into nothingness.

　　 I don't know when, the old man's body gradually faded away. At the moment when he was about to disappear completely, a strange smile appeared on his face, which finally turned into a whisper that no one could hear.

"The heaven and the earth can last long, because they don’t live by themselves, so they can live forever. With the saints behind and before the body; outside with the body, it can become selfish. It is not because of its selflessness and evil. So it can be selfish. Brother, you are really wrong..."

　　 With the complete disappearance of the old man, among the nine immortal emperors, one of the most burly men stood up, held up a shining golden post, and with a wave of his hand, the golden light of the post culture fell into the hands of everyone.

The immortal emperor said calmly: "The path of the immortal venerable trance can last up to several years. Although our race has escaped from a catastrophe, it is still in danger. We are short of time. This thing is the relic of the immortal venerable. Get ready! Collect the luck of the entire human race, a place of inheritance! Open!"

Those immortal kings and celestial immortals promised to be, and turned and left, and the two immortal kings walked the same way. One of them was a man with a green face and beard. Ghost, it’s not that I’m afraid of you! It’s that this situation doesn’t allow us to make noise anymore!"

The old fairy king smiled freely: "We two have been fighting for half a year. Who doesn't have the **** smell of the other's junior? From then on, everything will not be mentioned! However, we still have to fight! It depends on whose children will be more promising in the future!"

　　As their people abound, even the immortal emperors are dirty on weekdays, but when this human race is in crisis, everyone will put their grievances aside, and what they want is that gleam of life!

　　With my Pangu, Human Race is not a slave!

　　 Scroll 2: Unlimited luck

　　 In the chaos, the pictures flowed endlessly. . .

　　 A gleaming silver warship was floating alone. I don't know how long it has been waiting, and the void in front of me suddenly appeared in layers of ripples.

　　 In the command cabin of the battleship, a middle-aged man in the uniform of a general was standing. He smiled and pressed the button at hand. The battleship suddenly turned into a silver light and plunged into the center of the ripple fiercely.

In an instant, the void seemed to be soaked with ink, and a large black spot suddenly appeared, and finally turned into a black hole. In the black hole, a giant hand covered with barbed bristles was dragged a few times in vain. Swallowed, the void regained its tranquility. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 In the distance, on a blue planet, countless people are praying with tears, but the imaginary end has not yet come. . .

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　　 This year, the world was severely droughty, ten houses and nine empty houses, and the roads were hungry, and the people changed their lives to food.

　　 There is a kind man, Li Weng, who opened warehouses to help, set up ten porridge sheds, and saved countless people.

　　 The porridge ended in a few days, and the people were angry.

　　 On the tenth day, there was a riot of refugees, and they entered the Li Mansion with a knife.

　　 There is no surplus in the warehouse, and Weng’s food is chopped.

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In the wind and snow, an old beggar who had broken his legs entered the bank, straightened his body hard, leaned on the service window sill, and tremblingly took out a bundle of gross tickets and a passbook: "Thank you for the transfer of the money for me. ..."

After 　　 came out, he slowly moved to a newsstand, made a call, and a crisp voice came from the other end of the phone, hello, who. .

　　 The microphone slipped slowly in his hand, and he closed his eyes with a smile. . .

　　 Twenty-one years ago, he broke his legs when he opened a mine, and his brother took him in.

　　 Nineteen years ago, his brother died in a car accident, leaving a deaf-mute sister-in-law and a child in his belly.

　　 He was physically disabled, so he could only go out to discuss, dragging a pair of stumped legs, all his eyes would be lost every day, and he was huddled in the bridge hole.

　　 For more than ten years, my sister-in-law has been able to receive a remittance every month.

　　 Now that Nizi has been admitted to the university, he has run out of oil. . .

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　　 Each picture is like a movie, depicting a different life, without the concept of time, space and race, but the protagonist’s appearance is almost exactly the same when he was young.

　　 In the dark, a calm voice sounded: "Being good for the nine hundred and ninety-nine generations, this time of reincarnation has unlimited luck, no cause and effect!"