My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

Udulla felt that her depressed mood dissipated a lot in this night banquet of gods and demons.

Withdrew from the banquet of gods and demons.

Udulla walked in front of Grace's cemetery, looking at the gloomy sky in the mist, "Grace, have you seen it? Everything you said you expected may come to an end..."

By the side door, a mechanical snail drinking the morning dew on the slate in front of the cemetery,

"I know that you have been resenting her all these years, but after many years, we understand that this decision is cruel and cold, but it is extremely correct."

"Hongqi..." Udulla narrowed his eyes.

Hong Qi has been creating mechanical clones all these years, spreading all over the Mayan land kingdom. No one knows how strong he is, and no one even knows whether he is a living thing or not...

"Well, maybe you're right."

Udulla said seriously: "I have always been in the third realm, and you do not allow me, the ancestor, to break through, because being an enlightened person in the fourth realm means an irreversible and accelerated death of the whole person!"

a day a year.

Even for the strongest fairy god, it is estimated that it will be two months, or about sixty years.

After all, the lifespan of insects is short, only a few days. Breaking through to this level, extending life by thousands of times is already an exaggeration...

But a true Mayan god can only live for two months in the time of sound... On earth, this number is as short as a summer vacation for most ordinary creatures.

"This is the horror of the civilization of the hearers!"

Hong Qi said seriously: "Life and death! But...if it is not a day and a year, more than walking time, living in bullet time, how can you be called a true god?"

He paused, the white and tender flesh of the snail bulged, and turned into a tall and strong male figure,

"Even if it is the lifespan of a large human being, their grand masters in the third realm can live for more than a hundred years in reality, and they can actually live for thousands of years in the fourth realm, but in reality, they can only live for a thousand days..."

Converted from a thousand days, that is three years.

An ancestor fairy god, walking on the earth at the speed of a sonic boom,

Looking alone at other 360 times slower, almost static frame-by-frame moving creatures, it is difficult to communicate.

The whole world seems to be a lonely person, living in such a god-flowing world for a thousand years, but only three years in reality, how lonely is this?

That's why it is said to be the "land of those who hear the Tao".

Lonely,

lonely,

pain,

repressed,

Hong Qi continued: "And this ancestor fairy god may choose to pass down the divine blood because of extreme loneliness, so that other third-level masters can break through, so as to create a large amount of divine blood for the fourth level, and relieve his loneliness... .”

"Then, the civilization of those who heard the Tao was established."

"But what about three years from now?"

"The first generation of ancestor gods died of old age and fell, and there may be geniuses in the future who will continue to break through and maintain the divine blood...but sooner or later it will gradually dilute, falling from the fourth realm to the third realm."

"That is to say, a civilization that hears the Tao can barely live for a few years in reality! The same is true for our Mayan civilization..." Hong Qi said seriously.

Over the years, his computing power has been terrifying, and he has already sorted out the logic of the civilization of the hearers.

Therefore, combining all the above, blood is extremely important.

No one would allow Udura to enter the fourth realm and die quickly.

The ancestor of another race - the first generation of Angel Empress is an example.

The civilization of the Hearders multiplied too fast, while the civilization of the Mayan natural disasters was even faster. It took only two months after the fall of the first Angel Emperor, and tens of thousands of generations had passed.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a second generation of Angel Emperor, Liana the Great, who spread through his own second generation blood... the Angel Clan would have been extinct long ago!

But what about the second-generation angel Liana the Great?

Also die of old age.

The angelic civilization is about to be truly destroyed.

Hong Qi said seriously: "According to this calculation, generation after generation will die, and thousands of years will pass at the latest. The civilization of those who hear the Tao will also come to an end due to various irresistible forces.... We will degenerate into insects again. , beast."

tread.

Tread.

This mechanical snail, with its hands behind its back, walks on the wet slate in the morning,

"After all, it is said that we evolved from insects in the first place. In the initial era, we still had to develop and accumulate wisdom to give birth to wisdom. It was very difficult."

"If it's the golden Behemoth, no matter how degenerated they are, they can still maintain wisdom as ordinary giants, but we are different... We degenerate and fall to the fourth level, maybe it is true..." Hong Qi laughed: "But There are gains and losses, and because of this, their reproduction speed is too low, so they cannot enter the fourth realm."

"yes."

Wu Zuyudula was silent for a while, and finally closed his eyes slightly.

"Are you really going?" Udulla sighed, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness, "If you're like this, what's the point of my life?"

"The great ancestor of the witch, Yudura! You are alive, which is the greatest meaning of Mayan civilization."

Hong Qi was silent for a while, and saluted respectfully.

Udulla closed her eyes in pain.

Even she who was trapped knew that the Mayan civilization had fallen into a predicament these years.

It seems to be thriving and prosperous, and there are fourth-level gods appearing continuously. The number of true gods has already reached tens of thousands, and the number of fourth-level gods stained with divine blood has already reached hundreds of millions.

This is a huge living force, and even one ten-thousandth of it could not be matched in the Grace era.

However, as a civilization who hears the Tao, it is approaching old age.

Even if you experience prolonging your own life and imprisoning yourself like a protected animal, it will only prolong the destruction.

She knows these people all too well...

Under this sense of oppression, it is impossible for these two ruthless overlords of the era to wait for death in peace.

It is likely to start a real war like Grace did.

Such a result....

Even with Master's comfort, Udulla suddenly felt a little out of breath, and he couldn't do anything.

"You are choosing to emulate Grace...choosing the death she chose."

Udulla said: "The two of you are not such people. You will not be so crazy before you die, and you will fall with hundreds of millions of gods... But, over the years, that person's will has been invisibly infected. you."

"who knows?"

Hong Qi looked at the tombstone, looked at the angel statue with black wings, "After she died, she still counted us to death. We have been taking her opportunity to live the rest of our lives."

For a moment, the scene suddenly fell into silence.

Hong Qi didn't speak again, he suddenly looked at the sky from afar.

In the misty sky in the distance, a huge white beam of light lit up and shot straight into the sky.

"It's started...the horn of war..." The light in Hong Qi's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked towards the beam of light from a distance, "The stage we set up, civilization will open the final feast."

He gave it a hard push.

Udulla was wrapped in a dense snail shell, resounding through a huge spherical mechanical ship, and sank into the earth, "I will see everything that happens here, we can destroy, but you can't..."

"No!!!"

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Udulla knelt down on the ground, lowered his head and knocked around. He could only watch all the messages coming from outside, but he couldn't do anything.

Perhaps, we can only rely on Master...What will the future of the Mayan civilization be like in the future of hundreds of thousands of years?

Could they... really be hope?