Pangu seems to have no scheming, but he often has enlightening words. At first glance, he seems stupid, but on closer inspection, he is very wise.
Wu Ming thought deeply for a long time after hearing the simple sentence "I believe in you". Under Pangu's magnanimous gaze, he felt a little uncomfortable. He always felt that the other party had already seen through everything.
"What do you think of me?" Wu Ming suddenly spoke and asked seemingly casually.
Pangu had a silly smile on his face and replied without thinking: "Very good, very good..."
Is this the answer? Maybe yes, maybe not.
Wu Ming nodded in understanding, feeling that he might have thought too much, but also thought that he might not have thought enough, so he smiled and said, "Thank you!"
With the answer that was not an answer, Wu Ming finally made up his mind to be a good man and go to the end to send Buddha to the West.
Pangu wanted to see the destruction mecha and study the worm man, the way of destruction attached to the mecha. Since the formal way was not possible, he had to take the informal way.
He didn't know much about the world of worm people, but Wu Ming had a feeling that there was someone here who could definitely help him.
...night...
"Science is the most selfish subject. The creative value of a genius is greater than that of hundreds of millions of mediocre people. The most scientific means the most wasteful. The current system has reached the time when it needs to be changed. If a person
If he is not suitable to become a great scientist, why not let him try another system?
After my research, we, the worm race, are the most suitable race for cultivation. We have mastered the scientific truth, and when we put it into the cultivation system, we will also master the truth of cultivation. I named this plan...Data Cultivation."
In the lunatic asylum at night, many guards were drowsy, and devilish whispers could be heard from time to time in the silence.
One of the guards was woken up. He plucked his ears in annoyance and squinted at the room where the sound came from.
That room belonged to a sinner, and such demonic voices continued in the lunatic asylum for hundreds of thousands of years without interruption.
At the beginning, the guards would go to the ward to take a look, but when they saw that there was no one in the ward except for the whisper of the mad insect, everyone was convinced that the mad insect named Hong was even more seriously ill.
But today is different. If the guard with a bored look were more careful, he would find that the voice was not just one person.
"Hong, you are really a genius, but according to my observation, you don't seem to have practiced yet."
"Cultivation, no, I just published the theory and those people arrested me. I haven't had a chance to get in touch with them. Maybe I should be lucky that the alliance has already abolished the death penalty, otherwise I wouldn't be a lunatic imprisoned.
, but a dead insect!"
In a ward with only one bed, there was one insect and one person sitting there. Such a combination would never be found in the alliance again.
Of course, the person is Wu Ming, and the insect is that Hongjun. Wu Ming has a premonition that it is him, but does not want to be his existence.
Hongjun, this name is heard in all the worlds like thunder.
But Wu Ming has to believe that this Hongjun may be the same Hongjun, even if one is sitting on a nine-layered cloud with a futon on his head, the true Taoist ancestor, and the other is a lunatic locked in a lunatic asylum and talking to himself every day.
"The gap is a bit big. Hongjun in the world of heavens looks like an immortal at first glance. I didn't expect that he and his feet are like this!" Wu Ming's eyes were full of sighs, but his expression did not change at all, and he continued: "We can
Make a deal, I have some cultivation techniques here, you can help me, how about we make an exchange?"
"What do you want?" At this time, Hongjun did not have the demeanor of Daozu. He sat on the bed and asked urgently.
Wu Ming was silent for a moment, then lowered his voice and said: "The destruction mecha, or its working principle, needs to be very detailed."
"Do you think I can get it? A lunatic in a lunatic asylum can get those things?" Hongjun said with a smile, as if he heard a joke.
It's a pity that Wu Ming didn't feel this way. He nodded firmly and said, "Believe it!"
"Why?" This time it was Hongjun's turn to be surprised. He didn't know where Wu Ming got his confidence.
With a smile on his face, Wu Ming said with a smile: "Because your name is Hongjun, you definitely have something to do."
"Interesting statement. By the way, what's your name? I don't know your name yet."
When Hongjun asked, Wu Ming smiled again and said, "You can call me Wu Ming!"
"Wu Ming!" Hongjun read this name and directly pronounced Wu Ming as Wu Ming. This may be God's will.
A Shangqing Sutra and a Yuhua Sutra, the two sutras exchanged for the same place.
It was a secret research institute that Hongjun left for himself when he was still Hongjun. It contained a lot of information.
In fact, many people don't know that before Hongjun became a mad insect, he was a very famous scientist and one of the designers of the Destruction Mecha.
With this place, Pangu's goal was achieved, and with Hongjun's hand, he took his path of destruction one step further.
Twenty years later, Wu Ming and Pangu left the Worm Continent, asked Pangu to take action, and rescued Zheng Zha and Chu Xuan.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, another three hundred years have passed.
During this period, Wu Ming was sure of one thing. There was no nameless demon in the chaotic world. If there was, it would be himself.
Why are you so sure? Because the journey back to the ancient tribe is not smooth sailing.
After many fights, Wu Ming heard someone calling Pangu the Great Demon God Pangu, and calling him the Great Demon God Wuming.
Only then did he realize that this was history. There was no reincarnation of the nameless demon god at all. There was just a person from the future who returned to the past time and space.
But Wu Ming still had some doubts. There was Pangu, there was Hongjun, there was also the unknown great demon, but what about the ancestors of Yin and Yang, the ancestor of creation, and the demon of time?
Three hundred years later, the ancient tribe...
"There are still too many unsolved mysteries here, but I am not a person who likes to know secrets. Brother Pangu, take care, we are leaving!"
The Ancient Clan Continent is already close at hand, but Wu Ming has already returned home and no longer misses this time that belongs to the past.
Hearing these words, Pangu just smiled and didn't say a word.
On the contrary, Zheng Zha and Chu Xuan looked at each other and said in unison: "We two don't plan to go back yet. Yin Meiren humiliated us, so we can't just let it go. You guys should take a step first. When you get to the main god space, remember
I want to give the Zhongzhou team a message, saying that we have some unfinished business here, and we will definitely meet again in the future."
"This..." Wu Ming's expression changed slightly, and then he nodded: "Okay."
Zheng Zha's smile deepened, and he said: "You two, one is called the Wuming Great Demon God, and the other is called the Pangu Great Demon God. You are both famous. Since we are not going back for the time being, we have to change our names. From today on, I
Zheng Zha is called the ancestor of creation, and he is looking for my creation in this world."
"My name is Yin-Yang Patriarch. When will my chessboard be divided into Yin and Yang, and I can suppress that witch, that's when I return." Chu Xuan also smiled and handed over his hands, as if he was about to take revenge.
"What, the ancestor of Yin and Yang, the ancestor of creation!"
Wu Ming didn't care at first, but after hearing these two names, his brows were already furrowed.
Subconsciously, he glanced at Yueyue beside him. He was looking at Yueyue, but he was thinking about Feng Su.
Could it be that Feng Su is the Time Demon? If so, the story inside may be very subtle.
"Uncle, what are you thinking about?"
"Nothing, let's go home..."
Thousands of thoughts dispersed with the wind. Wu Ming took Yueyue's hand and stepped into the time wormhole.
The red dust is billowing, but in the blink of an eye, it is cloudy and not, so what difference does it make? Maybe it is another story.
...End of the book...
"PS: Some people may say that the ending is hasty, but this ending is the best ending, because life is full of regrets.
If you feel dissatisfied, you can think about the grievances between Hongjun and Pangu. After all, Pangu's great success in the way of destruction was due to Hongjun's contribution. Moreover, why Pangu wanted to open the sky, and his feelings for the ancient tribe.
It's not fake, why should we risk our own death and split this world apart?
In addition, whether Feng Su is the Time Demon has yet to be verified.
If so, why in the world of heavens, there is no Time Demon, but only the appearance of the Lord God Space.
If not, what happened? Is this a smooth revenge?
In the end, what did Liu Lei and those people go through? Did they return, or did they sink, and did they get what they wanted?"
I have a lot to say, but I don’t know where to start, so I’ll just leave it at that.
The new book will be released in mid-August. Everyone is welcome to support me then... I love you, old dragon. (To be continued)