Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Just as Ding Ling and Long Yangjun made a big hit, the other fifteen blocks were on the stage, and the brilliant peaks and confrontations also began.

On the second stage, thousands of miniature drones condensed into a super-giant girl's form, and Xuanguang wrapped the whole body like a flowing water, revealing a quiet smile in the shining light.

She stared at her head and looked at her opponent with some curiosity.

Her opponents also have no flesh and blood, and the stalwart soul data is carried by a rusty old-fashioned psionic power. This seemingly civilian cockroach is like rolling in the dirt, not only gears and bearings. The bite was stuffed with dust, and even a green shoot of buds grew out of the joints. It was impossible to tell whether he was an icy machine or a warm home.

"Fist King..."

The text is different. "I thought you would be driving the latest version of 'Super Big Iron City'. I didn't expect you to become such a returning, natural and harmonious appearance. It seems that the practice of the past three years has already made you Reborn, breaking through to a new realm!"

"Whether it's the flesh-and-blood body or the reinforced iron bones, it's just a carrier and a container. As long as the life information is burning, whether it is a rusty old-fashioned cockroach, or a super big iron city armed to the teeth, what is the difference?"

The boxing dynasty extended his right hand and spread his palm.

From the joints of his palms, a small yellow goose flower grows up.

He looked at this little flower, and the crystal eyes burst into a lifelike gentleness and whisper. "I have destroyed countless towns and have slaughtered thousands of enemies, but all the devastating and killing stimuli are not comparable. I found a small flower growing out of my palm, the kind of 'gestation' and 'creation', the text, it looks good?"

"very nice."

Wen Wen nodded, curiously said, "Fist King, how have you cultivated in the past three years? It seems that everyone has found their chances and adventures within the Tongtian Tower and the Black Wall. What is your adventure? ?"

"I have no adventures, I can't even talk about cultivation. I just shuttled to different planets, transformed the environment there, and tried to plant flowers and plants in the worst conditions."

The boxing champion paused, and the sparkling light of the crystal eyes became more and more gentle. He said, "I promised a friend... I want to help her to plant the golden dragonfly in the whole universe. Although Jin Hao is a kind of cold and resistant to dry resistance. Radiation, a very tenacious crop, but it is not an easy task to cultivate different varieties, to spread on a different environment, and to promote and balance the local ecosystem.

"But the golden carp is filled with more than a dozen planets, and it runs out every second of the three years. I roll in the farmland and the forest every day. Where do I want to get some cultivation?

"Don't say me, little guy, I heard that you also refused to enter the Taikoo ruins to explore and cultivate. Why? In the ancient ruins, there are not a few pioneers. The crystal brain and the spirit net technology are extremely developed. Does your life of information bring a lot of inspiration? Even the 'other half of Fuxi' of Pangu civilization, and the master crystal brain of Tongtian Tower, are endless secrets for information life, your brother 'Xiaoming' Not to sneak into it, to devour the mystery, it is said that it will soon surpass 'Fuxi', why didn't you be with him?"

"Because I have more important things to do."

Wen Wen smiled sweetly, and there was no regret. "The Holy League cannot have no main brain. I must shoulder the responsibility of 'this half-fu" and help all the sacred people to rebuild the whole society and civilization. You know, three years. The entire social system of the former sacred alliance is on the verge of collapse. Many planets have entered a state of famine and riots. If they are ignored, hundreds of millions of people will die in minutes, and the surviving people will become completely mentally deformed monsters. I can't turn a blind eye to the chaotic and disorderly nature of the planet."

"This way..."

The boxing champion nodded. "It can be seen that you have managed the sacred alliance very well. This country that once fell into the abyss of destruction has struggled to climb out and re-enter the right track."

"No, it's not good enough."

Wen Wen shook his head. "The road to the future is very long, super-information, deep network, and a new human civilization that is engaged in human-computer interaction every second. What is it like, how can we not repeat the 'Fuxi' and ' "Overall civilizations," we are also pondering and thinking.

"Yes, the road to the future is too long. Even if you and I have such a superb computing power, you can't figure out every step of the future, even for the next second."

The boxing champion smiled and said, "However, just because we can't figure it out, it shows that we are ‘life’, we really...live, aren't we?”

Wen Wen also laughed.

"Fist King, do we still have to fight?"

Wenwen Bigong asked, "In the past three years, I really did not absorb any information about the battle - you know, my core data is originally biased towards management and operation, and there is no interest in exploration and conquest. Perhaps Xiao Ming is Your best opponent."

"I do not think so."

At the bottom of the boxing champion, the light shines. "Only by building a beautiful home by hand, can we understand the true meaning of the word 'guardian', fighting for conquest and fighting for guardianship. These are two very different concepts - —Before I was outside the venue, I have seen Xiao Ming. At that time, he was drilling into the 200-meter-high test super giant steel **** demon 'Thunder Destroyer', and he did not find me flying to his back. Watching him quietly.

“It can be seen that he did learn a lot in the Taikoo ruins, and the ‘Thunder Destroyer’ is indeed a new generation of war machine that represents the future direction of development, only...

"He is still not qualified enough to be my opponent.

"As long as I think, even with this now ruined body, you can completely rid yourself in a minute!

"A simple conqueror and destroyer is like this. No matter how powerful the strength is, it is not enough."

"But you are different.

"Since now, we have had a full three-minute exchange. Within three minutes, I have been calculating how long it will take for me to completely suppress you. The result is... the information is insufficient and cannot be calculated?

"It's interesting, Wenwen, your silly little brother doesn't know until now, are you actually stronger than him?"

"Everyone has a different path. I am different from Xiao Ming's. I can't simply measure each other's strengths and weaknesses."

Wen Wen still shakes his head. "I am not good at fighting. I only like to guard."

"So let us fight for ‘guardian’!”

The little flower of the fist of the boxer swayed slightly, and even shouted back to the palm of his hand.

The boxing champion raised the fist of the old-fashioned civilian psionic spirit and smiled at the text.

......

The third platform.

This is the worst environment in the 16-seat platform and the most dangerous terrain.

Looking around, the waves are undulating, there is no flat place on the layers of the ground, there are stray stalagmites and sharp cones everywhere, it seems to be mixed with rare minerals, the edges and the top are shiny, sharp, just like a sword Hey hell.

Yan is sitting on the handle of his long sword, and the tip of the sword is vertically downward, gently clicking on a sharp tip of a stalagmite than the embroidery needle.

It seems to be crumbling, but it is as stable as a mountain. Yan is not looking at his opponents. Some illusory eyes stare at the stalagmites around him. It seems as if these stalagmites are imagined as hundreds of millions of flying swords. The earth-shattering battle.

A few hundred meters away from him, large stalagmites and sharp cones were crushed by invisible force fields, and a circular space resembling a crater appeared. Above the "crater", there was a height of 12 meters. The Pangu people with their vents around them.

"You are Yan Yan?"

The Pangu people’s voices are like Honghong’s, and the human language is quite different. Of course, along with the language, a thunderous brainwave is also coming out.

Yan is ignorant and still looks at the stalagmites, shortly said: "Yes."

"I heard that you are the best master of human civilization. In the past year, you have repeatedly defeated more than a dozen of our survivors."

The Pangu people are aggressive and continue to ask questions.

Yan is still too lazy to leave his head, saying: "Well."

"Those guys are not really strong. They are just experts, scholars and researchers in the Fairy Palace. Even if they don't say that they are the power of the hands, they are not far behind."

Pangu people raised their heads and faintly said, "But I'm different." I am a natural warrior. I have been sleeping for hundreds of thousands of years for the glory of the wild. I have only recently been awakened. Have you heard of it? Have my name?"

Yan’s eyes turned a bit.

I can see that he wants to shake his head.

But in order to avoid trouble, he nodded gently, saying: "Yes."

"well."

The Pangu also nodded and said: "I didn't expect that the Pangu universe will become this look after hundreds of thousands of years. If the sky is like a dew, everything has changed. All the laws and purposes have been subverted. All need to be re-adapted. Fortunately, I am a pure warrior like me. I don’t care about the future of politics and civilization. I only care about martial arts. If I have to fight, I can do anything!”

Yan is human: "Oh."

The Pangu people frowned deeply: "Is it the language of human civilization, like a word or a word, or you don't like to talk."

"I don't mean to talk."

Yan yawned from the shallows of the person, and finally finished the whole road. "Just, I have something to say, I like to use the sword."

"Oh!"

A loud bang, a hundred sounds, and ten thousand sounds.

Thousands of stalagmites scattered around Yan’s people were cut off, shattered, and annihilated. From the overwhelming dust, 10,000 pieces of flying swords were made.