My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

Fu Qingjun raised his eyebrows.

"The mechanical technology and crafts of the modern earth?"

Various technologies such as alloying and smelting are naturally not low.

If this is the case, it means that the human beings in the survivor camps on the entire earth have begun to accept the protection of their own "demon country civilization" and stand on the united front.

This has to be said, is a great thing.

It is very likely that Tang Meng was allowed to take over their laboratory because of the dedication and tragic sacrifice of the first Mayan emperor, which made the country completely let go of its vigilance.

"It's just that I lost my hair again."

Fu Qingjun was sitting cross-legged in Miao Chuntang's room, with calm eyes, overlooking the dark frontline battlefield of the earth on the other side, where it was fierce and bloody, and the common people were in grief.

Here, my whole person has ushered in a huge change.

"After all, too many died." He slowly closed his eyes.

boom...

rumble! ! !

It seems that the invisible vortex of the galaxy is slowly swirling.

Fu Qingjun sits in the spiritual space, like an ancient eternal giant in the void, surrounded by a huge chaotic airflow that fluctuates the fate of the world, creates billions of lives, the supreme great ruler... In an instant, the souls of countless mortals and common people The soul is returning to the ancient abyss of death, returning to its own brain.

My thought is the source of all life.

My sea of ​​consciousness is the place where death and life fall.

Fu Qingjun vaguely had this perception, and couldn't help closing his eyes, counted the number, and sighed: "Too many returns, that ball of light destroyed 90% of the population of the Mayan civilization."

"They were all ants before...but now, they are living beings, with pain, joys and sorrows, relatives and friends..."

He walked to the ledge and looked down at the bustling World War II traffic below.

He can clearly feel...

Countless true gods of the fourth realm,

All perish in it.

And those hundreds of millions of fourth-level false gods who broke through with divine blood are weak and barely escaped!

I worked so hard to split my soul, and developed the Mayan civilization of the ant demon country. All the previous crazy accumulation was destroyed in one fell swoop.

lost heavily!

But it seems to be destroyed, but for me, isn't it a one-off and then a new one?

Crash!

As the bicycle passed by, there was a newspaper seller braving the daily newspaper, shouting: "Selling newspapers! Selling newspapers! Today's New World trends, God opened the door to the end of the past, where should our Dawu tribe go?"

Times are really changing.

It has subtly changed the entire World War II earth world...

He raised his head in the midst of the noise, looking at the dazzling bright sunlight from the window, "Supernatural has recovered. My demon country is making the earth go out of the earth and see the real outside world by deducing civilization."

It's sunny here.

Unfortunately, the other side ushered in a huge darkness.

He lowered his head, looked at the people, and suddenly felt an inexplicable heavy feeling, as if he was carrying a heavy mission...

Crash!

"I seem to be the luck of the entire civilization, or...the common people's luck of the entire earth civilization?" He laughed, the hair before can give insects wisdom and develop civilization,

But now, not only insects, but even humans can give...

This also means that the entire human beings on the earth will also be shrouded in their own "air luck".

"Forget it, forget it, the death of tens of billions of people, the fall of countless true gods... What will happen to my hair this time?" Fu Qingjun slightly closed his eyes.

The brain is stirring.

Fu Qingjun didn't know how long it took before he woke up from the turbidity, and looked at the data given by the ancient ship:

Fu Qingjun: Consummation of the Fifth Realm (Seal)

Character cards: SSR-level Jiaxia (missing), S-level Udulla, A-level Qin Hong, S-level Hongqi

Gene data bank:

1. The prototype of the first generation of Ant-Man: animal head and human body

2. Advanced species of ant-man angels: red-winged angels, ant dragons, feathered serpents, black-feathered angels...

3. Snails: native snails, parasitic beasts, mechanical snails...

4. Soil habitat...

....

He squinted.

It was the early stage of the Fifth Realm before, but now it has been completed in one breath.

However, it seems to be stuck in Dzogchen just like before, and it seems that it needs to eat a fifth-level soul as an introduction to break through and continue to break through...

Unfortunately, the fifth realm seems to be far away.

He kept arranging his hair, noticing his abnormality.

He began to use his hair to try to lift things in the house, such as tables, teapots, notebooks... Finally, he found out in horror that his hair had the power of a knife.

Every hair can lift a kitchen knife.

"Fuck..."

Fu Qingjun was a little stunned.

This is a qualitative change, pens and kitchen knives are not a heavyweight at all.

He also discovered that the hair was as strong as steel wire.

I can grow my own hair all the time and swell wildly. It seems that as long as I have enough energy, I can grow my hair endlessly, and grow to become a monstrous giant...

"That is to say, my safety is basically guaranteed. If someone attacks me, my hair will grow instantly, turning into a steel ball hedgehog and wrapping around my whole body."

But he continued to study, but unfortunately found that, apart from the enhancement of all-round comprehensive abilities, there was no new hair ability.

"It can only be said that it is still in the fifth realm." Fu Qingjun sighed.

However, the upper limit of his own hair population has been completely raised.

Before it was a limit of 50 billion, it feels like there is a limit of 300 billion.

This is a terrifying qualitative change.

"In this way, I can launch a war with more confidence." Fu Qingjun looked to the other side of the earth, "I lost 90% of the population in the beginning, but I became stronger because of it..."

"According to the logic, the more I fail, the stronger I become."

"A few times like this, my population will explode again...Unfortunately, that's not the case."

"Because I have already reached the limit of the fifth realm, unless there is a breakout of the fifth realm in the civilization of the demon country, as an introduction to let me break through, otherwise I can only have a population limit of 300 billion, and then die too many people, all of them will die." It doesn't help."

Fu Qingjun was still vigilant.

If you can't beat the opponent with such a population, then you may really be unable to beat the opponent completely.

Because in the future, no matter how many deaths there are, I will be stuck in the realm of Dzogchen.

"However, we also have an advantage in calculation."

"They are sparsely populated. They all use the divine blood in the mist to break through. The fourth-level false gods who break through with the divine blood are relatively disadvantaged no matter how big they are. At present...they don't have a real god!"

Because of the serious shortage of population.

In fact, there are incomparably many infected undead monsters in the mist - cockroaches.

But these "low-level zombies" have no wisdom and are not mortals. How can they provide faith and courage to make breakthroughs for those "high-level zombies" who are born with wisdom?

Therefore, they all broke through with divine blood.

But despite this, the huge size and the exquisite civilization inheritance, even the false gods of the fourth realm of blood and fog, are enough to make everyone despair.

Fu Qingjun kept sorting out information about the enemy and us, and said with a wry smile: "But it's our only advantage, right? They can't become true gods, and we have some chance..."

But in the next second, Fu Qingjun's expression gradually became stiff.

...

In an underground supermarket.

"Follow me, the great god Jiaxia killed the gods and demons, and we were born on the corpses of gods and demons." Mo Luo was still talking about history.

The misty creature that exudes the ancient mysterious language, follow along.

With his hands behind his back, Mo Luo looked at the muscular giant monster in front of him, and said: "Those senior gods and demons in the mist have forgotten the glory of their ancestors. They are just false gods, false gods, relying on the divine blood in the mist to break through. low..."

"And you, don't worry."

Mo Luo said seriously: "We Demon Race, there are countless common people who will help you break through to the true god. You are very big, but we use hundreds of millions of great masters to help you empathize with the spirit. It is simply a piece of cake!"

Fu Qingjun's face turned dark.

Is this a ghost entering the village?

You traitor, our only advantage has been taken away by you, help them become true gods?

etc...

That newborn in the mist was actually said to believe in ancient history.

Could it be that he is the traitor?

Fu Qingjun pressed his temples, he was so calm that he even had a headache.

What kind of trouble?

These two traitors?

Is this your devil entering the village, or my devil entering the village...

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