Human Brain Ranch

  Chapter 39 Head split?

  Zhu Zhengwei put on his cloak, concealed his appearance, and walked around.

  He felt that only by taking a look at the dynasty after Emperor Shi Guangzhi’s death, what the picture was, could he let go of his hanging heart.

   "Of course, there is another reason."

   "Come in and learn about his pioneering witchcraft system, and take a look at the masterpiece he has just created, "The Sui Shi Jing", after all, that is the foundation of cultivation."

  Zhu Zhengwei secretly said in his heart: “He spent his life laying the foundation for the system. The civilization has grown greenish fruits, and the system is approaching perfection. You can try to pick it.”

  Well, to put it simply, Zhu Zhengwei thinks that the leeks condensed in this civilized sand table world are mature. It’s time to cut a stubble of leeks and see how effective they are.

  He is very realistic, he has always been a mortal, his strength is too weak, it is not a matter, and he is insecure.

  I have to practice!

  The City of Hundred Rocks.

  The streets are prosperous and prosperous, Zhu Zhengwei walks among them.

  He looked at the first capital of the slave dynasty in front of him, which was already the holy land of mankind.

  I slept until the day, although only a few years have passed, but the whole era seems to be a clockwork gear, but it has made great progress.

  Cultivators in this period can no longer need to eat the fairy grass directly, but can enter the rich spiritual energy condensed in the "Xiancao Pond", where they can sense the "breath" to get started.

  Every year, a large number of six or seven-year-old children are brought here to check whether they have the qualifications to practice "qi".

  Although this is far from the huge benefits of directly eating grass, the victory lies in perseverance.

  As long as the fairy grass here maintains a certain amount, it is enough to ensure that the aura here is strong enough, the human race will inevitably be prosperous, and there will be a steady stream of breath-eaters.

   "Humanity is flourishing, the ancestral witch era, this is only a few short years."

  Zhu Zhengwei couldn’t help but sigh, “It’s like the big explosion of civilization, it’s like human beings broke through the shackles in a short time and entered the steam age instantly.”

   "It's just that the qi here is different. It's just another steam age."

  The new era has always burst out all of a sudden, and often the great masters of the era push open that door.

  "Shi Guangzhizheng, my superman."

Zhu Zhengwei was a little excited, "He initiated a change, so that the breath-eater is no longer the mythical emperor of the three kingdoms, and really let the world live, everyone is like a dragon, can eat breath, can live forever, and create saint writings. Announce the world."

  "The method of appetizing energy, cultivating powerful mental power, is enough to understand the mysteries of the world, and even in reality, I can become the only supernatural person in novels, movies, and myths!"

  Zhu Zhengwei feels that the times have completely set sail.

  It's cool!

  With its own promotion and the development of time, this place is becoming a huge, vast and extraordinary world.

  He observes everywhere all the way, looking at the surrounding scenery.

  At this time, the practitioners who accompany the swallowing wind and eating energy gradually became popular, and stone houses began to stand up, completely from the era of primitive tribal civilization, and entered the era of prosperity.

  Cities, buildings, began to spread across the earth.

   "This is my country."

  While Zhu Zhengwei walked, he felt a great sense of accomplishment in his heart.

  This kind of feeling is probably like playing sandbox building games like Minecraft and looking at the buildings and mountains and rivers that I have built that full of accomplishment.

  In the distance, in the square of the City of Hundred Rocks.

  Under the early morning sun, a monk was leading a group of children across the building, pointing to a heroic and elegant statue on the central high platform. In his eyes, there was an endless and bold statue of a handsome middle-aged man:

   "Today is the third anniversary of the death of the Saint Chongdao."

   "You can be brought to the royal capital, feel aura, test your aptitude, all because of this gift of existence."

   "In an earlier period, but only the three masters of the Bronze Kingdom, the Seaside You Kingdom, and the Slave Dynasty were qualified to cultivate Qi. You have caught up with the best era!"

   "This is a great mortal hero!"

   Under the leadership of this monk, a group of children were extremely enthusiastic, longing, looking at the golden statue of the saint, and each presented a white wreath.

  Almost every year, children from various counties, cities, and cities will be brought here after hearing the primary selections, and after local recommendations, the greatest city of mankind with a hundred stones, the legendary "land of witchcraft."

  This is already a holy land for mankind.

  The apprentices here are all human beings who are eager to master the truth, know the world, and explore the wonderful and magnificent world.

  "There is really a new generation of newcomers to replace the old. The statue that was originally sitting there is a saint."

  Zhu Zhengwei has weird words on his face.

   However, it is also a matter of course.

  Although Zhang Zhi is an old saint, it is a long time ago, and few deeds have been passed on. Generally, the bronze country believes in it, and the attitude of the remaining two countries is relatively average.

  There is a new saint in front of me, no need to say who to believe.

   "Even, I have a deep suspicion that Zhang Zhi is deliberately playing down his own existence."

   "But I can also understand that I was confessed to it, and I feel weird every time I pass by."

"And it's not convenient to do things. For example, when he wants to be a slave again, when he is lashed with a whip by the head of the slave, the head of the slave may be a little bit like a saint, and some can't handle it. It also lost the experience."

  Zhu Zheng secretly figured it out, and said with approval: “I can understand this. After all, I have also played a wombat before. After putting on a holster, others can’t recognize me before I can let myself go.”

  Zhu Zhengwei cruised around and found that the system was completely established.

  Even children’s qualifications are divided into qualifications, with upper, middle and lower qualifications

  Almost every year, geniuses are discovered, and some people return disappointed.

   "It seems that as there are more people who can cultivate, the problem of cultivating qualifications still arises. Although this is a necessity, it is like in modern society, teachers also talk about aptitude talents."

   "But I always feel that after thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, the road to not deceive young people is still coming."

  The path of practice has also been completely divided into the system, which is currently divided into seven realms.

  The division of witchcraft from one to seven levels can be described as simple and straightforward. Shi Guangzhi Zhengdi was originally a pragmatic faction and did not engage in any fancy.

  But there is nothing to divide.

  Because the real world is not a game, how can it be so absolute?

  This is even more true for the witchcraft system. A 7th-level witchcraft who is known to be extremely powerful, swallows the wind and eats energy, can defeat a thousand troops, and may also be stabbed to death by a mortal with a dagger.

  The power of God, the body of a mortal, is destined to be so deformed.

   "However, I still don't know how to practice cultivation until now, what is my qualifications for cultivation?"

  Night.

  Zhu Zhengwei easily got into the Shiqi Temple.

  He is more or less an immortal, and his combat power is not that ordinary guards can find. Naturally, he is in an uninhabited state. In the darkness, he saw the instrument for testing aptitude: the head relic.

  Crystal skull witchcraft.

  It was a skull with some crystal clear appearance, as flawless as white jade, exuding a gentle and soft luster.

  "This is the test instrument, a powerful head of Witchcraft. You can test your own aptitude by stroking the head and injecting Qi."

  Zhu Zhengwei is still very interested in things that can test his qualifications.

  As for who owns this head?

   is said to belong to the second generation of slave dynasty emperor Shiguang Changshou Emperor.

  Every year, he is stroked by the serious-looking children who came here, which is indeed immortal in a certain sense.

  And this head is extremely hard.

  As we all know, the most powerful thing about a "Witch Witch" is his head, which many people call, the skull of a god.

  Sneak attack on the heads of these powerful men is the most stupid choice.

  Zhu Zhengwei gently stroked this head with his hand.

  Wow!

   A slight white light flashed.

  Well, inferior qualifications.

  The next second, the light is rich and turns into a creamy white light.

   has reached the intermediate level of qualification.

  And the next second, it turned into a golden white light.

   Soaring to the top aptitude.

  Then something more terrifying happened. The whole head seemed to be unable to withstand the energy very quickly and began to crack.

  Boom! !

  The head shattered, like a firework exploded.

   "It split in an instant?"

  Zhu Zhengwei was a little shocked, "My qualifications seem to be a bit against the sky."

  But it reacted quickly.

  Other "servers" are radiating a steady stream of anger, what about yourself?

  You are the core primary server. They are all secondary servers. They are the fairy grass that everyone desires. There is nothing wrong with it, but you are the biggest human-shaped fairy grass!

  Thinking about it this way, oneself is the ultimate source of the “qi” of the whole world, and it is understandable that he has such a degree of aptitude.

  "I may indeed be the supreme **** in a certain sense, because I have the only true **** qualification in the entire world." Zhu Zhengwei seems to have a little more understanding of the structure of this four-dimensional world.

"who?"

   Click.

  The lights were lit, and a team of guards walked in quickly.

  (End of this chapter)