my universe in a bottle

Chapter 207

This is like an individual hero within an extraordinary race.

unique.

You can only work hard on your own, and it is difficult for others to copy, and each person's special hero life will be different according to his own background and unique knowledge.

At this moment, not only the elf king Minnis is thinking, but Tukashi and Silf are also thinking about it.

"No matter how strong he is, it is because he has become a special individual that he can accommodate countless kinds of martial arts that ordinary warriors cannot bear, and we have no strength to fight back."

Sylph also covered her mouth and chuckled, and suddenly felt that the other party's outrageousness had also been seen through, and she saw the direction.

Although the opponent is strong enough, it is also because of the huge gap in the basic race value!

She is also one of the creator gods, and like Minis, it is not impossible to improve herself.

Of course, they had to survive the next attack, and the entire wizarding world successfully resisted the opponent again, otherwise everything would be a delusion.

And Tukashi is more uncomfortable.

I don't have much research talent, so I can only stop?

In fact, he had already thought of a way.

Between heaven and earth, there are laws in the dark, which will not cut off the way forward for the strong.

For people like them who have no creative talent, it is obvious that they can only follow the route of the emperor, and they can only use local methods.

People actively evolve with brains, and they evolve passively without brains.

Take the most primitive route of nature, natural selection, survival of the fittest.

"Oh, I may not be able to survive."

Tukashi hesitated.

He even began to think about whether to take on the death challenge or directly accept the fate of becoming an ordinary demigod.

After all, that is not something that ordinary people can do.

But Minnis has already started to act, "I have to go to the secret realm of the small world, hurry up."

"I'm an all-rounder. I walk the two paths together, torture myself, and research at the same time. It may be faster to find the high-level special species of wizards. Only by breaking through the upper limit can I possibly bring the dead back to life."

At the same time, the entire wizarding world did not intend to restore the city in the ruins, and began to move the whole family to the small secret worlds collected before.

War mode is already on.

The entire wizard land has become a frontline sentry.

In Li Qing's eyes, Room [-] was actually empty.

Both sides of the war went to the subspace, after all, the transfer station here had to be destroyed when the war broke out.

Originally, in the small world for a hundred years a day, they were like a high heaven, grazing the vicissitudes of the world, absorbing each other's achievements crazily.

But now, at the critical moment of life and death, the whole family can only enter this high-speed time and space, and rapidly iterate the development of civilization.

This is to curl up with each other to see who is more curled up.

Working overtime crazily, working overtime a day forcibly for 100 years, even if you are involved in a rapid death of old age, it is better than being killed by someone.

Martial arts world.

This place is already much larger than the territory of the Wizarding World.

The emperor fought outside for five days, but in the world, 500 years have passed.

Just like the records in the myth, one day in the sky, one hundred years underground.

And on this day.

Boom!

A bloody, bloody corpse suddenly fell in the void and turned into a bloody fireworks.

The eight martial arts demigods rushed over, feeling puzzled.

"here we go again?"

"This amount of bleeding must be his blood. Why did another corpse fall?"

They felt an inexplicable fear in their hearts.

The emperor was terminally ill. He thought he was dead before, but now it still cracks open every few hundred years, and a corpse of the emperor falls down.

It's like a time loop, which makes people feel weird.

Son of Heaven, is he dead or not?

The opponent faced the ancient taboo in the void, a certain high-dimensional civilization that herded their martial arts world, what was the result of the battle? ?
If we win, are we free?

If we lose, will the terrifying high-dimensional civilization outside that day come, anger us, and destroy our eight barren continent?
This became a terrible question for them, and they couldn't sleep or eat.

A sense of powerlessness lingered deeply in my heart.

What's more, they didn't dare to go out to explore, they didn't have the guts, they were cowardly.

Although each of them has eaten more than a dozen demigods now, each of them is close to the demigod of the second ring.

But I still feel that the emperor back then was unfathomable.

It must be clear that the emperor of the past has never devoted his energy to perfecting his life map and improving his realm, and he was too lazy to kill them. He has been tinkering with some messy martial arts all his life.

This is very much his style, where skills are not cultivated.

Raise the realm?

Unless absolutely necessary.

"Now we are still not as good as him, but he is dead, how can we?"

The crowd laughed bitterly.

"Right now, this is an era when the emperors are fighting for hegemony. The young demigods who are recognized by the world with a high probability of breaking the void are fighting each other, far surpassing our heyday at that time."

"We have to admit that this heyday is getting brighter and brighter. Our thinking has become outdated and numb. If we compete on the same level, we are far from their opponents."

"Unfortunately, they were all born in the wrong era and are destined to become our nourishment."

They whispered and sighed with emotion in their hearts.

They all know it in their hearts.

My aptitude is not extremely high, but I was born in a good time.

But now a real demigod is born, if they are allowed to grow, the martial arts civilization will be completely prosperous.

At that time, those Tianjiao will overthrow the eight of themselves in the monopoly era, and after a period of development, they may have the power of high-dimensional civilization to resist the grazing outside that day.

And in their view.

The emperor was defeated again and again, bleeding, screaming at the sky with a knife, fighting frantically, leaving corpses in the void, buying time for their martial arts world, and allowing the younger generation of the martial arts era to develop.

But it was destroyed by the eight of them.

They monopolize the era, and the time the emperor bought is useless at all.

But are they willing to let go?
Sacrifice yourself for the sake of the world?

They didn't want to die, and still chose to grab the neck of the martial arts world and strangle the younger generation.

He can only hope greedily, thinking that the emperor does not need a backup army, and that he can defeat the opponent alone, create miracles, and save the world of martial arts.

"Son, please win."

The eight rotten demigods stood in front of the corpse, a little silent and even ironic.

Budo calendar 2671 years.

The martial arts world is becoming more and more prosperous, with the iteration of the times.

The strong people continue to pass on and give birth, and there are even some legendary children who have begun to inherit the unique physique of the family.

The Zhang family in the holy land who practiced "Nine Heavens Profound Pupils" actually started to have children who inherited part of their physique from birth. They were born with double pupils and were extremely talented.

For another example, in the hermit Xu's family in "Desolation of the Ancient Way", a young desolate overlord appeared, known as a juvenile demigod, and the road to demigod will be smooth in the future.

This is a prosperous age.

The new young Tianjiao inherited the physique of their parents one after another, began to walk on the earth, and had a very high starting point from birth.

And those eight martial arts demigods gradually appeared less and less, and were called the eight ancient tribes by the world.

"It's another 500 years."

A young man with red lips and white teeth carrying a bookcase, walking on the street, lamented the vicissitudes of the world.

"I just went to the void and fought with the aliens who graze us. I tested their old background. Although they are strong, they will basically die next time. If they don't know how to improve. The internal time is too long Soon, it’s no wonder that they are wizards in the world, they are keen on grazing, and use other people’s blood and bones to pile up the fruits of civilization.”

This is 500 years?

Addictive, addictive.

Of course, the emperor did not expect that the eight demigods of martial arts would come up with so many wonderful brain holes, and felt that he was so eloquent and selfless all his life.

He also felt that the fall of his corpse again and again was extremely miserable, and it was to buy time for the martial arts world.

No matter how large the amount of bleeding is, it is only a routine operation.

but.

the other side.

Back then, Yang Tiansheng, who was rescued by kicking away with only one head left, is now waiting in the dark, looking at the sky in horror:

"Son of Heaven, it has fallen again!"

"Blood everywhere, corpses falling, I don't know if it's the fourth world or the unknown fifth world."

Yang Tiansheng didn't know if the emperor who died this time was still alive, but when he thought about all the things back then, he became more and more frightened.

The Son of Heaven is only afraid that he is facing a more powerful enemy in the void.

This Martial Dao Emperor, who dedicated his life to the human race, fought alone against the terrifying civilized race outside the mysterious void, coughing up blood continuously, burning the bright red of life, until he died in battle.

How sad and heroic is it that one person fights against the void and spills blood on the earth for 2000 years?

Yang Tiansheng's eyes were red: "The ancestor of martial arts bought time for us to develop, let our younger generation rise up, and supported the battlefield of the void, but was wiped out by those eight existences, monopolizing our rear support!"

The so-called heroic deeds are similar.

Or, as long as a normal person sees a pile of blood, and the corpse falls every once in a while, which is extremely tragic, he will think it is this kind of battle in the void.

"Can't wait any longer!"

This time, Yang Tiansheng looked at the Tianjiao who could break through to the demigod, all kinds of domineering bodies, and sacred bodies.

"500 years have passed, another corpse has fallen, and I should sweep it all over again!"

The existence of a legendary pinnacle is also extremely heavy in his heart.

"kill!!!!"

A loud roar that shocked everyone's hearts resounded through Wushen Mountain.

The demigod who was defeated 500 years ago has returned, this time leading countless demigods who have just broken through behind him.

Boom!

An unrivaled domineering aura erupted from his body.

On this day, the entire Wushen Mountain was stained with blood.

Never going back, vowing to defeat the eight ancient taboo existences who monopolize the entire era.

The terrifying artistic conception of martial arts penetrated the world and shook the entire Zhongzhou Continent.

And the super-large chamber of commerce in the entire Bahuang Continent, Tongtian Pavilion, has directly taken the opportunity to distribute some materials, exposing the history, the evil deeds of the eight rotten gods.

And countless knight-errants in the rivers and lakes, watching the storyteller in the restaurant, shaking the feather fan, Xingmu slapped the table,
"On this day, the heroes of the era join forces to fight against those darkness!"

"Laugh with a long sword, go out and travel around, swallow the universe with ambition, and stand up to wind and frost with chivalry."

"The world cultivates martial arts, and everyone knows how to use martial arts to break through the universe. We chivalry only seek freedom! With swords in the world, who dares to be superior?"

"The young chivalrous heroes have gone up to the Wushen Mountain with their swords, pushed and killed the villains, and returned our martial arts to peace!"

"The fallen god's corpse is the emperor's fight against the sky! How can we let the eight traitors monopolize the ancient ancestor Martial God to fight alone?"

The entire Martial Dao Continent was in an uproar. This was to leave hope for the entire era. If they were defeated, they would be able to tell the truth to the world and leave a new spark of resistance.

At this moment, the battle was fierce, a group of heroes of the era who had just broken through, forcibly entangled the four with their lives, and Yang Tiansheng fought the four ancient demigods alone.

"what!"

A young Tianjiao demigod who had just broken through was instantly killed.

Their aptitude is higher than that of the eight people in that primitive and rough era, but unfortunately they have too little background and no time.

"It's you again, Yang Tiansheng, why didn't you die back then?"

These four rotten demigods easily slaughtered the young demigods who besieged them, and said with a sneer, "You will still die this time, and you have sent us so much fresh blood to completely consolidate our position."

However, there was slaughter over there.

Yang Tiansheng here has been taught by the emperor, and he has practiced penance for 500 years, which is no longer what it used to be.

One man fought against four rotten demigods, and even forcibly killed one of them.

"First!"

He held up the astonished demigod's head, his broken body, and said coldly: "Today, you all have to die!"

This battle was earth-shattering.

All the major sects in the world looked into the distance in horror.

"It's him."

A scholar carrying a bookcase with a rosy face was listening to a book in a restaurant when he suddenly looked up, "It turns out that 500 years have really passed, and the boy who failed back then has made a comeback."

"The times have changed, and you and I have our own stories."

He calmed down and continued to listen to the story, "Unexpectedly, in the 500 years since the First World War, the world has given me a holy name, and they have distorted my experience."

Budo calendar 2672 years.

Yang Tiansheng led thirteen demigods into Wushen Mountain and fought bloody battles for five days.

13 Young demigods all survived.

The eight rotten demigods were all put to death.

The era has entered the era of new martial arts, and everyone in the world thinks that to accomplish such an incredible feat, the combat power is extraordinary, and the martial arts qualifications are unparalleled in the world.

A new era has opened, and a new Martial Dao Emperor is enthroned, known by the world as the Natural Emperor.

(End of this chapter)