"It is a fact that you are half dead, but dead is still far away."
Li Qing shook his head.
But what interests Li Qing is that today's martial arts civilization really covers everything and is a big framework.
Any bloodline race can be turned into a martial arts secret book.
The potential was enough to surprise Li Qing.
He had a premonition that this race would last forever and would never be eliminated along with the version. It would continue to follow him and reach eternity.
"It seems that the sea is open to all rivers, which is also a trend in the development of civilization."
Li Qing was thinking about it.
"When a powerful race with super potential and huge potential can cover a huge system, it will radiate to the surrounding world and absorb all races!"
The creation gods and the races they created are essentially the big ones eating the small ones.
You are so useless, but for the sake of your future, you will even take the initiative to be compatible with others.
Even the apocalyptic world next door has actively started to devote itself to martial arts, which is not surprising.
It was just a temporary sandbox, with no real foundation of its own.
Using Ning Guochang's memory to gather wool by myself is a forced birth. Everything he has is just a castle in the air. It is also correct to choose this path now.
As for the wizarding world, I have not joined the martial arts world.
It seems that he still wants to find his own way in the future.
However, the wizard system is the original version of early civilization, and it will not be improved too quickly now.
"In the era of demigods, it is just right for this development."
"The subspace can take a hundred years a day. If it continues like this, it won't be too slow. Of course, I have to ensure that it doesn't collapse. Decisions on the general direction are necessary."
"It's best to create some crises."
"It is not enough without crises and various BOSS enemies. The pressure from external maps must be there."
Li Qing pondered in his heart and carefully considered his strategy.
Along the way, I am expanding the map.
Show them the "broad" world, give them hope, and a certain degree of despair.
I am a sandbox builder, constantly opening up higher maps and greater crises.
He suddenly felt a little hopeful.
This martial arts civilization has reached its true peak. How shocking will it be for a martial god to walk on the earth and shatter the void?
"As for the wizarding world, I hope you won't be eliminated, eventually fall behind, and disappear into the long river of history." Li Qing murmured softly.
Civilizations come and go.
When you are on the chess table and in the multidimensional world, you must abide by the rules.
Even if the wizarding world accompanies him all the way, if he really doesn't live up to expectations, he won't give him much help.
Because now it has given them quite a lot of bonuses.
Are you working hard to create a doomsday world just to help you find the next way to advance?
"Ah, I lost again!"
At this time, Xiwei suddenly yelled, this girl was yelling more and more when playing chess, and she was startled.
"You have little background, so losing is normal." Li Qing came back to his senses.
For example, on the square chessboard of Go, each transparent square is a small subspace, with a flow rate of hundreds of years, and each has its own environment of mountains and rivers.
Both sides start the game, evolve their life structures, move one square, stay on that land, and evolve for one year.
There are many ways to play.
You often run away from me.
A person moves one square, and the moved square will leave behind his own race and occupy the square, gradually forming a mutual encirclement and suppression trend on the chessboard.
For beings of their level, the so-called Go game with the most changes is nothing. On the contrary, "Beast Chess" can never get boring.
The journey of creation and evolution is endless and no one can fully understand it.
And Xiwei seems to be playing chess, but she is also practicing the art of creating races. After all, if she wants to take the path of Mengyi, it must be inseparable from creating living beings.
What is dreaming?
How can you dream without pinching someone?
Xiwei is silently practicing her own skills, and she has been working hard recently.
"Go ahead and join Aurora!" Li Qing stood up.
Xi Wei howled, "Aurora, come and play chess!"
"Oh oh." A voice came from inside the room.
In fact, Aurora recently wanted to move.
Leaving the original three-bedroom residence of Ning Guochang, abandoning the body, the soul traveled to this world, wanting to be with Xiwei.
But still hesitating.
The big world of martial arts.
Martial God Calendar, seven hundred and three years,
Another hundred years have passed.
The Emperor has almost never appeared. He only sends messages to the outside world every fifty years to let the world study some new martial arts.
Everyone said that the emperor would go crazy and die.
Some people even say that the emperor has died long ago.
It's that giant god general who conceals the cause of his opponent's death and monopolizes the emperor's treasures and the ultimate secret of skills: Tianxin Jue.
This is a book covering all martial arts in the world.
Each martial art is recorded on it.
Even if you don't study them all like an emperor, you can definitely reach the top by studying some of these martial arts chapters.
"Perhaps he is falsely passing on the emperor's order. We must stop him from stealing the treasure!"
Even though he said that, no one dared to take action.
Still no one dared to take advantage of him, so he could only wait quietly for his death, and the undercurrent began to surge.
Everyone knows that after the death of this one, an unprecedented era of killing will usher in, and the martial arts demigods will begin to plunder each other's martial arts destiny map fragments.
Among them, Beishengmen is the best.
The Northern Saint Sect has a wide network of people in this land, with tens of thousands of families. The classes are divided by talent and blood, which is very strict. Only direct descendants can learn the top secrets.
The leader of the Northern Saint Sect secretly deduced and said:
"The Emperor may be dead. Why can he live for seven hundred years? It's because he practices various life-extending martial arts and buffers various skills in his body, but now he can't bear it anymore."
"We can just let a demigod with an innocent life experience and nothing to do with us test it."
This man is a heroic figure, even if he sacrifices a close demigod, he still wants to explore the scene of the sacred mountain.
Soon, the demigod went up the mountain and found that there was only a pool of thick blood on the ground, which gushed out across the entire Martial God Mountain and dyed it blood red.
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Only then did people fully confirm:
The emperor is dead!
"The Holy Heaven shall stand!"
"The Northern Holy Sect should take over the entire era!"
Shouts echoed throughout the entire land.
The entire martial arts continent was in complete chaos.
At this time, everyone was basically convinced that the emperor was dead. He had practiced thousands of martial arts and was no longer human. No one believed that he could survive.
The various holy sects began to fight.
However, people could not find the existence of "Tianxin Jue", so they all believed that a giant god had stolen Angelet, and everyone was looking for him.
"If you gain the heart of heaven, you will gain the world!"
A piece of news came.
Everyone's martial arts secrets are recorded on it. Whoever gets it means knowing the details of other strong people.
"Is he really dead?"
In the wizarding world, Minnis observed secretly, but shook his head.
If the emperor is dead, he will take action.
Some mediocrity takes time to bloom, and his time has come.
However, he felt that he might not be dead.
"Wait a moment."
Minis sighed softly, "However, there is civil strife on the earth. Even if the emperor is still alive, there should not be such a large intelligence network to detect. I can take the opportunity to enter and promote the development of my wizard civilization."
Today's martial arts land is divided into eight states in the world.
In the endless void further away, there are basically no space debris to be seen, and they have all been collected.
But it is not impossible to go further.
Further away, just far, far away.
"Just in time, let's go for a trip, go farther away, see if there is any civilization there, use these fragmented worlds to improve the potential of the wizarding world, and look for some possibilities."
His divine kingdom is too small and it is his destiny, so naturally he will not use it for such a thing.
In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.
There have been many changes throughout the land.
Some sects were directly wiped out by changes in dynasties and became history.
As for the surviving demigods, most of them had hunted down about two or three demigods. Their backgrounds were terrifying, and the opponents' escape abilities were very strong, so it was difficult to kill them completely.
Era, there are eight warrior gods left, each occupying a state.
They began to gather.
"The dispute between us will not yield results in the short term. It is better to develop separately."
"We should eliminate history and cut off the past! Let the world not know the dangers of the path of demigods, trick them into practicing demigods, and be absorbed by us."
"Very good."
"The Heavenly Demon Huan Wu Xuan Gong can do this."
In the past practice, none of the geniuses who were kept in captivity wanted to practice. No one wanted to be raised as pigs. When they were raised, they would be eaten and become demigods, becoming food for others.
And to mobilize their active cultivation, you have to create a scam.
Concealing the cultivation path of the demigods.
As a result, this land was in turmoil, and an alternative era of burning books and humiliating scholars began.
"Damn it, the emperor is dead, and you actually monopolize the era like this?"
"You scoundrels, the Emperor did not spread martial arts to make you so selfish!"
Countless people shouted, but their memories were wiped clean.
"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. If you win, you will be like us."
Their eyes were cold and stern, with an eternity of indifference.
Soon, the eight top first-grade sects began to recruit disciples, build scripture-storing pavilions, and teach martial arts to the people of the world, striving to break through to the demigod level.
Historical records.
In the 813th year of the Martial God Calendar, the Emperor passed away, the Eight Emperors came to rule, and the era of Eight Wastelands Martial Arts began.
At the same time, it is also a dark era, with the eight black hands monopolizing the era, herding all living beings and harvesting all souls.
And, a grand memorial ceremony was held for this one.
"This is because martyrs are thought to have reigned for ten thousand years and are immortal."
"I still remember that day when that very sick man came and enlightened our clan. It was the beginning of a great era. We were born because of him. The era was bright and prosperous. I didn't expect that he died suddenly!"
"This giant of the era is destined to be recorded in the annals of history forever."
"He didn't seem to die in a grand and sudden death, but he was a legend throughout his life."
These eight demigods saw him off, and continued to reform and deepen their rule, deceiving them to follow the example of the emperor:
If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening.
Spread the spirit of sacrifice.
In order to see the great road, you must break through the demigods and send yourself nutrients. When you think that you are destined to surpass this era for tens of thousands of years.
Eight hundred and fifty years in the Martial God Calendar.
On Mount Wushen, the Emperor's figure unexpectedly appeared again, and the Emperor's order was passed down again.
"He's actually still alive?"
“Wha, what??”
"This is impossible!"
Seeing the sick emperor reappear, these eight martial arts demigods, whose dynamism shook the land, had ruled the entire era, tyrannical and domineering, and fell into stupidity.
"Why are there so few people today?"
The sick emperor still coughed twice, his handkerchief was full of blood, he stumbled up to his seat,
"My health is really getting worse. The new Emperor's Order. According to this research, let's take a look at the effect of the last fifty-year-old Emperor's Order."
The eight demigods looked extremely stiff and fell to their knees, sweating uncontrollably!
My heart was churning.
Your health is only getting worse and worse, why aren't you dead?
We went up the mountain to take a look and found that you had sprayed blood all over the Martial God Mountain. Even a healthy demigod would have died long ago if he sprayed like that.
Besides, of course there are fewer people, don’t you know that the world is in chaos?
In the civil and military affairs of the entire dynasty, only these eight treacherous ministers and heroes were left!
What frightens them the most is that the eight of us all thought you were dead, so who would help you, a fool like you, to continue studying those messy and unconstrained martial arts secrets?
