My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

"Jaxia..."

Fu Qingjun looked at Emperor Xia.

Looking at this tall and majestic existence, with eyes like an eagle, the unwavering and upright figure quietly stood before his eyes.

Even he couldn't help feeling that the weak ant boy who was sitting in front of the desk and hugging the painful corpse had grown to this point.

"On the desk again..."

Fu Qingjun slightly raised his head and looked around.

It is a war world of light and fire.

The four columns are rooted straight on the wall of the universe. The Sifang Desk World, which has just been built not long ago, has already ignited a raging fire. The space of the earth has collapsed.

Hundreds of millions of people died in despair.

And I... turned out to be the "god in the sky" and "devil under the earth" who fought against Emperor Xia on that desk back then.

"It seems that history is repeating itself, and I have entered the world of desks and become a part of it."

At this time, Fu Qingjun's body, sitting in the room of the future Miao Chuntang, looked at the sunflower pot on the desk and the scenery outside the window, and suddenly felt such emotion in his heart.

"The distant past, the age of the mythical flood..."

Fu Qingjun looked under the window sill, and the little trumpet was standing on the street blowing the trumpet. He also saw Fu Qingjun upstairs, and shouted lively: "Brother Fu, come down for dinner. Our planet Shushan has come to this new continent. Li Sister Mo said that she wanted to talk about the new business and rise of our Miao Chuntang."

"You go first." Fu Qingjun ignored her, reaching out to stroke the texture of the desk.

That youthful young man who stood on the desk in the ancient coffin of the sun and firmly wanted to protect his clansmen had come to this day.

His passionate blood and stubborn youthful expression had already covered the vicissitudes of hundreds of thousands of years, but in his eyes, it seemed that only a few years had passed.

The power of time?

In the end, he just sighed, "Did I travel through the distant past and future this time? My harvest is too great. I have reached this height from the weak in an instant, and I have completely entered that threshold... It's a pity. ,

I still have to go back, I can't stay in this era any longer. "

At this time, he had already vaguely guessed the truth of the great flood in this era.

When he came back to his senses and looked at Jiaxia again, Jiaxia was also quietly looking at himself.

"This scene seems familiar."

Emperor Xia looked calm, looking at the God in front of him.

In the sea of ​​corpses and blood, he sensed the entire land of the desk world, looked at Xiang Xiang and said suddenly, "Is this fate? The fate of the great flood."

"This is fate." God whispered.

Jia Xia nodded, "There is also a sense of déjà vu."

"Today, the battle between you and me is also fate. I seized your rules and authority, and you will naturally take them back." God looked at the other party, his mind moved, and he said lightly:

"Jiaxia, you are very smart. You formed a vortex with a sliver of rules, rearranged your personality in a perfect way, and ruled the rules with your personality, forming a huge world in the sword with real rules.... Can't be in the special world Break through the flaws."

"In a certain sense, this is already a rule, stick together and have strong resistance, even if it is a higher-level rule, it is difficult to easily act on you."

"But, is this your battle?"

Fu Qingjun looked indifferent, neither happy nor sad, "If this is the case, he is still not my opponent."

"Try it and you'll know."

Holding the ancient Wufeng sword in her hand, Jiaxia stepped forward.

Jiaxia holds a long sword in his hand, which contains a world of saints. There are all kinds of ordinary rules, mysterious and profound, and he swipes quickly, "Wind, fire, thunder, electricity, everything..."

At this moment, he completely perfected the "Ten Thousand Transformation Scriptures" developed by the immortal ancestor. The immortal ancestor took the breath soil as his life and split countless clones. At this time, Emperor Xia's improvement, each personality clone is an independent saint life. They have their own rules and live in the world of Xuanyuanjian...

He alone has mastered all the rules and personalities, and he can be called an unprecedented creature.

boom!

The war broke out in an instant.

Almost no one saw the scene in the center clearly.

"We have a chance! Emperor Xia, who has integrated ordinary rules and perfectly mastered mutual cooperation, has been able to resist the erosion of that kind of conceptual rules." Someone roared loudly: "The lower ranks counterattack the upper rank rules!"

The sky seemed to be torn apart.

All the strong men merged into the Xuanyuan Sword, and the creatures on the scene were outside, so they couldn't see the battle clearly.

Boom!

The entire big summer courtyard tilted instantly, like a desk with a broken leg.

The desks outside the entire universe began to tilt and collapse, and along the hole where the column was missing, endless material sandstones turned into torrents and poured into the universe.

"God, it's collapsed!"

The common people on each planet stared at the huge hole in dumbfounded.

"Are you kidding me!"

"Help!"

"The end of the world, the great flood has come!"

Despair, fear, madness, everyone stared blankly at the sand and gravel land crushed by the endless planet, like a mudslide avalanche, pouring into the boundless star river system.

Countless planets were flooded and stars were extinguished.

It was like an earth-shattering giant holding a bucket of sand and falling to the ground. Countless planets the size of marbles were quickly washed away and submerged in the sand.

Rumble!

In front of the huge torrent of matter, the suns are like bright red iron balls soaked in water, but after struggling with a part of the fire, they are extinguished and turned into black balls.

A flash of anger flashed across Emperor Xia's expression.

"It's fate that the common people perish."

Fu Qingjun looked neither happy nor sad, he kept punching, and his figure flickered, "If you want to reverse something, you have to give up something. If a civilization wants to develop the future, it must have the martyrdom of a certain era of this civilization... .There is no civilization in the world that does not move forward with the blood laid down by its predecessors."

"It seems like yesterday." Emperor Xia's expression seemed to return to the original era, "You really took away my rules, and I have a vague feeling that I'm hiding something."

"Huh?" God looked indifferent.

boom!

The two fought from the sky to the ground, and from the ground to the collapse.

Everyone couldn't see the truth of the war, but they could only stare at Emperor Xia's direction, anxiously waiting for the result.

"Prehistoric, this is prehistoric..."

"Wait! We can't go back..."

Tang Meng and the others watched this scene anxiously.

God sent them here, I am afraid that there is no chance to go back to the future at this time.

In other words, they can only fall into this distant past and be buried with Emperor Xia?

Everyone looked at the sky nervously, knowing that this was the last moment.

Boom!

In the next second, Emperor Xia fell from the sky in an instant, piercing the universe with gushes of blood, and the ancient sword in his hand was faintly shattered, with cracks appearing.