my universe in a bottle

Chapter 221 Chaotic Era, Numerous Casualties in 200 Years
A fight quickly broke out.

The battle in the distance almost tilted the entire bustling city, and the ground sank severely.

"Bold, the people of the mortal world dare to attack the emperor of the sky!" A roar came, "You are actually in the realm of true gods."

Everyone started to flee.

After a lapse of nearly 2000 years of silence, countless generations of mortals overlapped, and mutations appeared again.

In Li Qing's eyes, this is also a rising of the times.

The 2000 years in this small secret realm are only 20 days in reality, which seems very long? ?

It was no different from the previous 20 days in the small room, and the times overlapped.

"The war is about to start again."

Sitting in a corner of the restaurant, Li Qing sighed in his heart, "The real era of true gods actually started in this way."

It is clear that the age of demigods, strictly speaking, has not yet reached halfway.

At this time.

There was still a voice from the table next to it.

"Sure enough, Aurora, a pure and introverted young girl, plays Ouyang Ruo, the most beautiful woman in the world, which is fatal to these people."

Wharton turned around:

"That kind of innocence and kindness is impossible for a real strong person to pretend. It is a white moonlight, the feeling of a girl in first love, who successfully seduced the emperor of heaven, moved the heart of the world, and even did not forcibly plunder. , giving the possibility of layout.”

Wharton has been presiding over the general trend over the years.

The times have changed, and a new group of true gods has appeared, overthrowing the ten emperors!
Anyway, there are already so many true gods.

They don't care about being more and disrupting this era.

Anyway, there are already mature life maps of the ten true god races.

"Well done."

Ning Guochang said: "Those heroes and true gods who are only over 1000 years old are so passionate and want to overthrow their predecessors!"

"But in fact, it didn't specifically interfere with too many specific things."

Wharton shook his head, "I didn't do anything, I just planted a hero's heart in them."

"With this heart, three points are just passionate speeches."

"Two points is to show them the brutal deeds of the elders of their own race, the tragedy of the common people."

"Four points are their own bravery, anger and blood."

"Only one point is the ambition to overthrow the decadent and become the era of the new hero Tiandi rule."

The others nodded immediately after listening.

Wharton really knows how to be a hero!

Although he is a capitalist.

But there's no denying that he truly ushered in a new golden age.

In the passionate and prosperous age, a pool of stagnant water is mighty and mighty, turning into waves of turbulent waves, trying to break through the narrowness.

"It's just a trend."

Wharton shook his head, "One Heavenly Emperor was ambushed, and there are only nine of these true gods left in the sky. Regardless of the outcome, they can delay time and give more preparation time for the emperor's divine weapon."

Everyone nodded.

And their time is actually running out.

In the blink of an eye, nearly 2000 years have passed.

This is almost equivalent to wasting life in vain.

It is basically impossible to practice the path of demigods by yourself. It is not an individual's bravery. It has to rely on the combined power of a race to advance crazily and iteratively, so it can only be abandoned in front of you.

And in life, how many 2000 years can there be?

So they are urgent.

Even some weak people, such as Wharton, if they cannot return to the "heaven", at this high speed, they may face the fate of old age and death in the future.

Budo calendar 5721 years.

A true god of the elves fell, and the horn of counterattack was blown.

As for the young true god who had just broken through, there were countless casualties, as many as five died.

The opponent's background is very strong, after all, life is not in vain.

He even used divine power to moisten all kinds of artifacts and arm them to the teeth.

And the remaining nine true gods also began to realize that some bastards, who used them as experiments back then, must have recorded their original fate maps.

"What should I do?"

"They are crazy! Since then, the true gods will flood! All of them are our own race!"

"The other party wants us to start a war of gods!"

"It should have been a long time ago not to let them die of old age, so greedy for pleasure."

The nine gods were in a mess.

But the true gods of the bitter tribe hid in secret, with an idea in mind, "Their fate maps are all flooded. If I can secretly obtain and study the fate maps of these true gods, their lives will be in my hands."

This matter is not complicated.

Because there will be more and more true gods everywhere, all of them belong to those ten races, and sooner or later they will be leaked and known to him.

Budo calendar 5813 years.

Another true god was besieged and fell.

Everyone is at stake!

And these remaining true gods completely abandoned the "upper realm", fled, and entered the mortal world to hide.

then.

The young heroes went to heaven.

They looked at the shrines of the three heavenly realms, resplendent and magnificent, with all kinds of peerless beauties walking around, with countless servants, shouting extravagantly.

"They are as cowardly as mice!"

"Just a bunch of trash!"

"We finally won!"

"Is this the heaven? Is that the crystal wall?"

"Unbelievable, beyond the heavens, there is a vast and misty extraterrestrial chaos! Linking to other worlds, there may be ancient existences, which is very terrifying."

However, they finally found a Heavenly Emperor of the Bitter Clan in the Heaven Realm, who still stayed here.

"You're not afraid of death?"

asked the young true god hero.

"It's you who are dead." The Heavenly Emperor of the Bitter Clan turned his head and said with a cold snort: "I have mastered all your foundations, and I can see the origin in my hands. No matter how many there are, if the talent is broken, it is still a waste."

The Heavenly Emperor of the Bitter Clan is naturally confident.

True God, powerful is nothing but two aspects.

The first one, the realm of the true god, opens the body of the true god.

The second one is racial innate supernatural powers. When one breaks through to a true god, one's own innate supernatural powers will condense.

It's just that before, it was too ordinary, and it belonged to the chicken pecking each other.

The Iron Magic of the Bitter Clan, the Light Energy Absorption of the Half-Elves, and the Hard Exoskeleton of the True Skeleton God. These are the most rubbish talents and supernatural powers, and everyone is ordinary.

But now it's different.

The opponent's fate map has been mastered, and the supernatural talent has been broken.

It was just a rookie before, and the other party was equivalent to a real whiteboard waste.

Boom boom boom!
The True God of the Bitter Clan resisted the opponent's attack with iron body skills, "Can you hit me? How ridiculous, and your talent has been broken in my eyes."

He resisted the attacks of five or six true gods alone, and he was hard-pressed to break through.

On this day, the True God of the Bitter Clan reached the summit completely.

He tortured some true gods to make them succumb, and killed all those who did not succumb.

And those who surrender, hand over part of their true spirits, so that they can only be slaughtered and listen to the other party's words.

Thus, times have completely changed.

The bitter true god in the sky began to rule the major true gods, and became the god of the gods, surpassing all spirits.

"Years are indeed the strongest weapon to kill the enemy, one by one has fallen, only I have been eternal!"

He said, sitting on the throne, overlooking the enslaved true god below.

However, on this day.

Not long after this true god of the bitter race was proud, a more terrifying true god was born.

"The emperor fights for the future, and everyone else fights for the future, but I only fight for the present. There is no future. Just look at the present and take one step at a time!"

The land of martial arts, a barbaric country in the mountains in the middle of nowhere, a black-robed existence unexpectedly flew its head into the air, "1 years is too long, but I cut off the foundation of martial arts behind this, and seized the day and night! "

"Head drop!"

In the upper realm, a mysterious head with disheveled hair secretly entered the palace and attacked the contemporary bitter emperor.

The Heavenly Emperor of the Bitter Clan was still on the divine bed, sleeping with seven or eight beauties, and his head was wrung out.

"Hateful, hateful, who is sneaking up on me!"

The bitter demigod's head was gone, and he started to wield a giant weapon, using his breasts as eyes and navel as his mouth, and began to dance in the sky.

Unfortunately, he died of exhaustion in the end.

"No, I killed everyone with time, how could I fall here??"

On this day, the Heavenly Emperor of the Ku Clan died suddenly and was assassinated.

When a new emperor ascended the throne, the world was completely shocked.

"This is a truly heaven-penetrating, unrivaled figure!"

People were amazed.

(End of this chapter)