The two Whartons were trembling in their hearts and looked at each other.
"It's really about to begin. Is our current martial arts world real or fake? Is it also the historical stage of the doomsday world? So what are the mysteries of the earth?"
"If you go to Tutian, you will definitely be able to find out the truth! Create a future with your fists!"
"However, complete true gods are still rare. It seems that they have secretly seized part of the power of heaven and cultivated geniuses. After all, there are only seven or eight true gods."
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"Without much effort, this sixty-ring true god is enough to sweep away many of the cripples of the past."
Different from the person next door.
These two Whartons really met each other late.
Talk about your life experience and working hard in the business world in the United States.
From the first pot of gold earned by renting bicycles in school when he was young, to exploiting various stowaways as cheap workers and earning a wave of capital that changed his destiny, to the year when it completely broke out, Wall Street and a group of rich people competed to cut the leeks.
!
The business world rises and falls.
Wharton, who came from a petty bourgeois family and worked hard all the way to become the world's top rich man, there is not much difference between the two sides.
The only difference is Professor Wales.
In the actual civilization of the earth, there is no era-changing wizard like Doomsday Earth. There is no nuclear fusion technology or subspace technology, so certain aspects of technology are lagging far behind.
Therefore, there was no biohazard outbreak.
The real earth is already very peaceful. The two Whartons have discussed this many times and studied various possible conspiracies and backgrounds!
Parallel world theory of Earth?
Is there some kind of terror existing on earth now?
Mengyi, when you were young, did you ever visit the earth in reality today?
The two Whartons kept discussing, but they were also frightened.
Even the real-life Sylph Night Elf Academy has been affected by various influences, and some students have begun to study these things.
At this time, watching Ning Guochang fly up to the God Realm, their two camera crews happened to work together in tandem, following the shots perfectly, and arrived in the God Realm.
Two selves, double happiness.
Earth Wharton looked into the distance and sighed:
"After careful calculation of all the things that happened in the apocalyptic world back then, I can no longer tell what is true and what is false. It is impossible to guess."
Doomsday Wharton said: "Yes, what Fist said back then may not be taken seriously now! The ancient God of Mengyi may not be dead at all! The three-fist doomsday stage that year was shattered, all because of Mengyi and that one
The play is a play between those two ancient beings who resurrected from ancient times."
yes.
Xiwei may be herself, not a similar flower, but may be another ancient friend of Nokron, resurrected in the past.
Wharton clenched his fists and his emotions fluctuated violently, "First, Mengyi succeeded and restored her own civilization history, so she pretended to retreat, was defeated, and then asked that person to build a historical martial arts stage! Pushing similar flowers one after another
, to recreate one’s own history and friends from back then.”
In this way, both men achieved their goals.
It is not impossible to reshape some similar flowers, find substitutes, and express comfort.
God is also a powerful person.
Humans can grieve after the death of a friend, a loved one, or even a dog.
Even finding similar women to be wives and buying similar dogs to be pets is very possible.
For beings of this level, they are no different from dogs or ant nests on the road. How can they care about the joys and sorrows of their times when they reenact scenes from history?
As for Wharton’s two people’s speculation, this has been everyone’s speculation over the years.
at this time.
A true god entered the divine world and tore apart the void.
"Unexpectedly, there are actually ten true gods and emperors. The hidden secrets of this heaven are so terrifying." A true god stepped into the void.
"But it doesn't matter. We have allocated our strength to let the three true wizards restrain them by force."
Another True God spoke, "The True God of Wizards has twenty levels more than the True God of Fallen Head, and is very powerful. In addition, the opponent has a single attack and strong defense. It is feasible for the three of them to forcefully delay those ten iron lumps."
Those ten guys are really tough!
They are a real defensive group and cannot be killed, but there is no need to spend time with them there, just contain them in the lower realm.
Rainbow lights and divine brilliance bloomed.
One by one, powerful beings have descended into the God Realm, their majestic figures blooming, and Xia Rui's light rising into the sky, reflecting in all directions.
This is a group of the most powerful beings in thousands of years. They have ascended to the gods. Each of them is famous and has suppressed a whole realm.
And when they arrived at their destination.
Then he saw a peerless beauty standing quietly in the tea pavilion. She was dressed in white and had an icy aura on her delicate oval face.
"This girl, have you seen any scary, strange and powerful people?" A true god stood up and said politely.
Xiwei turned her head and looked at them quietly.
"Isn't it right in front of you?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was startled and stepped back in fright.
At this time, the true gods discovered the true appearance of the way of heaven.
This God, with a peerless appearance, skin as smooth as gelatin, and a curvy figure, turned out to be a peerless beauty.
The mastermind behind the scenes just appeared in front of you?
"Is this the way of heaven?"
"Then how can the mysterious sky be a woman??"
Several new-generation true gods were a little uncomfortable with it and found it unbelievable.
Xi Wei stood in this vast and luxurious divine kingdom, her eyes swept over the visitors from the lower realm, and she raised a hand as white as jade, "You, the true gods of the lower realm, have stopped the ten-direction sun that governs this era.
Emperor of Heaven, what are you planning to do?"
"God, overthrow the law of heaven! Take control of your own destiny!"
A true god immediately spoke, "Let me tell you, I, Gu Changqing, am a street beggar. How come I am so lucky? I have constant adventures along the way, various secret realms, secret treasures, and the help of strong elders. Sometimes, the enemy's IQ will be inexplicably lowered. Give me some help."
Taking advantage of this opportunity, it turns out that the sky is behind the scenes!"
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With amazing talents, he encounters adventures along the way, is admired by beautiful women, slaps in the face with pretentiousness, and even some villains with powerful enemies will forcibly gain a halo of wisdom when necessary.
How can there be so much beauty in reality?
This is the function of luck.
Heaven favors the protagonist, and the protagonist's halo is added to provide a certain degree of help.
Seeing this, Xiwei just shook her head speechlessly:
"I owe you a favor, and with the blessing of purple luck, you have fought for the dominance of the Southern Territory for the three thousand years of the era. This is the general trend in the dark, and it is just a bad opportunity for you. You are the favorite of the heaven, but you will repay the favor?
"
These people are really bewitched by Minis and others!
She tricked Minnis and others.
But there is kindness to these guys.
Otherwise, how could the ten emperors of heaven, and even the existence of other races, surrender to the way of heaven?
I intercepted their race and developed it seriously, treating them as my own.
"The world is pitiful and pitiful."
"All things are created to nourish people, yet people in the world still complain that God is unkind."
The ice-cold woman had a cold expression, with an aura that was otherworldly. Over the years, she had gradually matured a lot, and she was not spending her time in waste.
The expressions of the other true gods all changed slightly.
It is undeniable that everything I have today is given by heaven.
Without help, you may have fallen before you even rose.
In the Martial Arts Continent, strength is the criterion. The children of the lower class have to be admitted to the sect. It does not require qualifications. There are no bribes and offerings. All kinds of worldly customs are invisible.
How can ordinary children afford bribes?
Even a merchant family in a city would have to bleed a lot before they could send a child into the sect.
With the era of the will of heaven, the resource allocation of big data, and the reasonable allocation of various resources to the geniuses, the era has exploded like this.
At this time, seeing the heroes around him wavering, Wharton immediately stood up and encouraged people:
"The Way of Heaven is just playing chess. On this chessboard, everyone is a chess piece of the Way of Heaven that is controlled. Some of the chess pieces are selected, some are not selected, and they have good fates and bad fates, but they all control their fates.
"
"Why is it that a good chess piece being manipulated and having a good future is not a puppet being manipulated in life?"
“You’ve been toyed with your life, and you still want to worship me?”
Wharton looked resolute, like a hero with tall and straight spines, and cursed: "This is the servility rooted in the heart! We strong men, when we are upright and free, how can we listen to such sophistry? When the way of heaven appears in this world, from the beginning to the end
Feet, dripping with blood and filth from every pore."
Xi Wei's face suddenly turned cold, revealing a bit of sarcasm. Looking at these clowns who were trying to stand on the moral high ground and carry out rebellion, she said, "You are really sharp-tongued. What you are trying to do is to overthrow the way of heaven, divide it and eat it, and control it."
A part of the authority of heaven...doesn't care whether this heaven is good or bad."
"Maybe they are!"
At this time, Ning Guochang stood up and said coldly:
"But we are different. We are here to find a result."
"Xiwei, I thought you were one of the victims back then, but now I see that you were all faking it. You looked weak, but in fact, you were also the real mastermind behind the scenes, the real Mengyi! You fooled us.
so bitter!"
Ning Guochang roared angrily, as if he wanted to spit out all his resentment:
"When the doomsday stage was shattered and we were freed, were you and that person secretly planning it to build a larger historical stage play for us?"
Ning Guochang gritted his teeth and cursed: "From beginning to end, they are all puppets, programmed by the two of you!"
Ning Guochang was furious, as if he wanted to vent all his anger, and even punched him away.
"Tiandao, die!"
The next moment, Ning Guochang's body felt like it was swelling in the wind.
Her long hair danced wildly, and her big eyes popped out, like a ball of fireworks exploding, and a roaring sound swept away, hitting Tiandao Xiwei in front of her.
"It's great to be like this, why say so much?" A thick smoke passed by, and Xiwei's figure was unscathed. She looked at them coldly and said: "Why explain, eloquence is for the weak, and eloquence is for the literati."
