I! Create a New World!

This three is really tricky!! Lin Ziyun never thought of it, this guy has been in the layout since he killed the little ape.

Those who passed through the Anguo Bureau had all turned into pawns of this guy before they knew it.

Everything the NSA personnel have done in the past ten years has been accepted by Zhang San.

Cow! Not an ordinary cow! This Zhang San has become an adult.

Those people in the Anguo Bureau are all elites in all fields of modern society, and they were calculated to death by him! Lin Ziyun couldn't help but think of how stupid Zhang San was when he just crossed into the domain sand table. do not.

Sure enough, people grow up! However, Zhang San's subsequent performance, who became the co-owner of the eight clans, surprised Lin Ziyun even more.

After completely domesticating those scorpions, Zhang San first buried the soldiers who died in the battle with the flying monsters, and then gathered all his troops and launched the West Expedition.

This battle against the blood clan has been fought for more than 20 years! Zhang San has spent the past 20 years working hard, sleeping at night, sleeping only three or four hours a day.

Every year, Zhang San will launch more than 10 western expeditions, going deep into the barren land, constantly fighting against the blood clan.

Every year, as many as [-] warriors of the eight tribes died in the Western Expedition.

The non-stop westward expedition also made Zhou Xiaoya, who was in charge of logistics, and others tiring round and round.

But such a high-intensity westward expedition also severely damaged the blood clan.

At the same time, the blood clan parliamentary system also exposed its weaknesses.

For emergencies, they have no one who can decide! Facing Zhang San's continuous attack, the blood clan council will meet every time to discuss, and then vote to decide not to send troops.

And with more and more blood race casualties, more and more blood races don't want to fight anymore.

In addition to the fact that the blood clan is strong in combat, they can live well alone, and the domain sand table is very vast for them, so under Zhang San's attack, a large part of the blood clan actually began to evacuate their homeland. The blood clan council also gradually existed in name only.

Two years later, after a bloody battle, Zhang San finally captured the territory of the blood clan! Zhang San incorporated this territory into the territory of the empire, and then led his army back to China.

And this time, instead of returning on a horse as before, he stayed in a carriage, covering the windows with a thick cloth the whole time, so that no one could see his condition.

Seeing this, Lin Ziyun couldn't help but sigh.

The blood race was created by him, he naturally understood the physical quality of this race, and knew that every blood race had the strength to fight against Zhang Sanyi.

But it is such a race, but under the constant attack of Zhang San, they lost their hometown.

However, while defeating the blood clan, Zhang San also suffered from pain all over his body.

Finally, after conquering the territory of the blood clan, Zhang San's old illness relapsed together.

The king who reigns over the world.

After all, it has come to the end of life! The capital of the Human King Empire.

It is also the former capital of the Holy Empire.

In the capital city where Zhao Si laid the foundation and expanded by the God King himself, bells rang out one after another.

People in the city spontaneously took to the streets to watch the returning army.

When many cavalry escorted a carriage to the street, all the people spontaneously knelt down.

"Long live my king!"

Inside the carriage, covered with a thick quilt, with a pale face, Zhang San listened to the sound of mountains and tsunamis outside, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help tilting upwards.

He stretched out his hand to lift the curtain, looked at the common people kneeling on the street, and felt a burst of pride in his heart.

This time, he once again ruled the world, but it was different from the previous two.

The first ascended the throne and became king, relying on the force of China.

The second king, he also washed the king with blood by force.

But this time, he really won the hearts of the eight clans! "It's a pity."

"I am afraid that such a beautiful scenery has arrived."

"It's really reluctant."

Looking at Wanmin worshipping on the street, Zhang San suddenly felt a little lonely, slowly moved his hand away, and let the curtain return to its original position.

The carriage ran towards the palace.

"His Majesty!"

Wang Kun led the officials at the gate of the palace, and knelt down to greet Zhang San's bicycle frame.

The carriage stopped suddenly.

"Prime Minister Wang followed me into the palace."

The carriage drove into the palace, and Wang Kun quickly got up and got on an ant and followed behind the carriage.

When the carriage stopped at the entrance of the main hall, Wang Kun hurriedly jumped off the ants and ran to the carriage. When Zhang San lifted the curtain and got off the carriage, Wang Kun immediately.

supported him.

"Wang Kun

, you're getting old too."

Zhang San looked at the white beard on Wang Kun's chin and said with a smile.

"I, I, I."

Wang Kun didn't know what to say.

In his impression, Zhang San had never spoken to him so cordially.

For a long time, Zhang San and him seemed to be superior leaders to subordinates, and it would be good if they could not be held accountable.

Zhang San didn't say much, gently pushed Wang Kun away, and walked towards the hall step by step.

He walked into the hall and walked up the stairs leading to the throne, but his body couldn't help shaking slightly.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

monarchs for decades.

Unchecked trust for decades.

Wang Kun watched Zhang San reach the top step by step, watched Zhang San achieve great achievements step by step, and now watched Zhang San trembling as he walked towards the throne.

Hero, it's too late! Wang Kun's nose swelled with sourness, and hot tears burst out of his eyes.

"Prime Minister Wang."

Zhang San stood in front of the throne with his back to Wang Kun, and suddenly said, "I've almost finished the battle."

"In a short period of time, there will be no more foreign enemies around the Eight Clan."

"In the future, Zhou Xiaoya and others are bound to become bigger. You will give your all to help. As long as you can eradicate foreign enemies and expand your territory, no matter who this king can do."

"They will all be emperors through the ages!"

"But I really don't want to watch this empire fall apart again because of some accident after I leave. Therefore, you must help me to watch over this splendid mountains and rivers in the future."

Hearing this, Wang Kun couldn't bear it any longer, and suddenly fell to his knees and burst into tears: "Your Majesty, I will do my best and die!!"

"It doesn't have to be like this, Wang Kun, your ability is not as good as Zhou Xiaoya and the others, you just do your best."

Zhang San smiled casually, and finally glanced at the throne with some nostalgia, turned and walked down the stairs.

"His Majesty."

Wang Kun stood up and wanted to help Zhang San, but Zhang San waved his hand to stop him.

"I want to go out for a walk and take a look at it one last time."

"Look at the world."

"Don't follow me."

Zhang San stepped out of the hall, and walked around the palace with a hunched body.

It was only at this moment that he suddenly realized that although he had become the co-owner of the eight clans, he had hardly ever walked in the palace, and all the scenery in his eyes seemed so fresh.

It is late autumn, and many of the leaves on the emerald green plants in the palace have become withered and yellow.

A gust of wind blew, and countless leaves fell rustling.

The corners of Zhang San's clothes were swept up by the wind, and he looked up at the sky thoughtfully.

"Zhao Si, Wu Yikong, Ah Zhen."

"Are you here?"

"Have you been waiting for me?"

A satisfied smile appeared on Zhang San's face.

Countless pictures passed by him like a revolving lantern.

He had a wonderful life in his life.

5 years of art.

After ten years of being the king, the ape-men who fought almost wiped out the clan! Later, he became a king, unified the eight clans, and created a country far more powerful than the Holy Empire! After twenty years of expedition, he finally captured the territory of the blood clan and expanded the territory for thousands of miles! Although this pain is left, it is worth it!! The empire he created is the strongest empire in the world.

Eight clans, standing on the top of the world!! In this life, there is no regret! The only thing that is slightly uneasy is the future of this empire.

The Holy Empire was the Queen of God, but it fell apart within a hundred years.

In this empire, Zhang San has never taken a concubine, because he knows that if he really has descendants, in order to stabilize the status of descendants, he will definitely kill.

And his descendants may not have the same ability as Zhou Xiaoya.

It is better to leave the throne to the wise than to the incompetent juniors who mess up the empire.

At least, the people of the eight clans will not suffer from military disasters because of this.

Unexpectedly, in the end, I would take the initiative to make wedding dresses for others.

That's it.

A smile appeared on Zhang San's pale face, and he slowly knelt to the ground, bowing his hands towards the sky.

What he respects is Zhao Si, Wu Yikong, Zhang Lizhen, and thousands of soldiers who died in foreign lands as he fought in all directions! What he respects is his life!! 【ding! Congratulations to the host, Among the little humans created by the host, some individuals have realized the supreme benevolence skill.

] [Ding! Supreme Kindness Skill: As long as the host activates this skill, the opponent will have a 0% chance to think that they owe the host, and everything will turn to the host.