My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

Earth.

The immortal civilization on Mars has developed for more than 300 years, which is nearly a year in reality. Counting all kinds of things before, it has been two years on Earth now.

It's been a wonderful two years.

A year and a half ago, if there was a world crisis like a doomsday novel, the entire dark fog covering the earth was dispelled.

People were rescued and rebuilt their homes on the ruins, but they lived on this planet as a great witch.

The entire planet is developing rapidly and has become a paradise.

Going to the interstellar, various spaceships, stepping into the existence of the void, began to leave the earth, and space colonization began.

The rapid development, even for most people, all this is still very unreal.

The ancient mythical civilization revived, and mortals the size of ants ruled the entire earth.

The era of civilization explosion.

Under their stunned eyes, mortals are like those alien natural disaster creatures in those sci-fi movies, multiplying crazily and colonizing space, just like locusts.

Fu Qingjun was walking on the street.

Looking at the same shops, all kinds of bicycles and motorcycles, it seems that nothing has changed, and it has been re-established.

For two years, as if I didn't have any sense of reality, my sense of time has become more and more indifferent. His expression changed slightly,

Next to him, Fu Qingjun vaguely saw a few old friends in a milk tea shop on the corner of a university.

Alas, it's like the plot of a sci-fi movie.

Hey, in the blink of an eye, in just two years, we were in the third year of high school, and now we are in college.

That's right, back then, he and Senior Tang Meng shouted to save the whole world, the miracle reappeared, and witnessed the tragic song of the times... Now, Senior Tang Meng is completely superior, and has no chance with us little people.

There is no way. If we had learned love skills at that time, we would have taken down Senior Tang Meng. They were talking nonsense.

A few people whose appearance has hardly changed,

The originally green face has become extremely mature, sitting in the milk tea shop next to him and chatting.

They were Fu Qingjun's classmates back then.

They are top class in themselves, coupled with revolutionary friendship, most of them applied for the same school after the disaster, and even many male and female students have achieved positive results.

Although Fu Qingjun, the squad leader, did not expect this pair of underground parties at all, he also sent his sincere blessings.

The TV broadcast the news.

[In the 572nd year of the Immortal Dao Civilization, today's ancestor Hongqi celebrated his 600th birthday, and all the people in the world celebrated, and the Heavenly Court ordered people to send congratulatory gifts...]

[The cultivation of the great witch is expected. We, senior Tang Meng, contacted the mechanical species, and wanted to take the technological route, establish a nutrition cultivation room, and artificial gods in it. 】

A few students are still drinking milk tea,

Two years, the years of our great witches, is actually just a blink of an eye, and the speed of cultivation is too slow... However, it is said that senior Tang Meng contacted the mechanical species and wanted to take the route of scientific and technological civilization, using nutritional potions, nutritional cabins , forcibly help break through the realm, and then create a fourth realm first, and infect some people with the blood of the gods.

This is a hot topic.

The big witch's cultivation speed is slow, so he must find a way to solve it.

On the extraordinary side, it is purely physical training.

The technology side is to use technology to transform the body.

The essence of both is the self-evolution of life.

The technology side is to use various gene medicines and nutrition cabins to forcibly transform the body, so that you don't practice muscle weight, weigh bones, and stimulate the limit of life with torture, but also allow muscles and bones to achieve huge transformation.

There is even a spiritual training room, in which you will continue to hone in the virtual dream, and finally let you know who I am.

In the technological civilization they imagined, as long as they have money, they can improve their realm.

Although the strong people obtained in this way have no realm and are vulnerable to a single blow, the technology side itself is not a barbarian's melee combat.

They are from the perspective of ordinary people from the beginning to the end, but they use technology to improve the life span, nerve reflex and soul strength, so that the population of their own society can live for hundreds or thousands of years.

The big shots above said, no matter how we step into it first, go to the technology side first, pull out a batch of fourth realms with empty realms, and then infect a large number of divine blood, let us also enter that realm day by day.

That's right, otherwise I won't be able to keep up at all, the rise of the great witch, wait for the year of the monkey?

The big witch is really a cleanser, working as a coolie for the heaven, and now even the Dragon King looks down on us.

That's right. Recently, I heard that a child of a few years old skinned her at the beach. I suspect it's Nezha's reincarnation.

On the technology side, it is said that our Dawu is going to cooperate deeply with the mechanical species. Our Dawu fourth realm, after the action and nerve response reach the speed of sound, we can study and build mechas, spaceships, and act as pilots... Otherwise, Ordinary people operate in the mecha, and the seven orifices bleed instantly.

You say, in two years, will the mecha master appear?

The fourth-level mecha is against the fourth-level Nascent Soul, and the fifth-level mecha is against the Huashen?

It's cool to think about it. The end is here. It's a disaster, so why not an opportunity? We all have the possibility of longevity. How can this level of civilization be advanced thousands of years?

It's almost like a movie novel.

...

They chatted constantly.

Suddenly, someone said: Do you still remember the monitor? I heard that his parents live in a nearby building.

The pain of bereavement. Another student was silent for a while, But there is no way to do it. Too many people died at that time. We can survive because the Mayan civilization quickly discovered us...

The sound gradually faded away.

A cup of original milk tea.

good.

Holding the milk tea in his hand, Fu Qingjun stayed away from this milk tea shop, and did not say hello to his former friends.

When he became Miao Chuntang's Fu gang leader, stepped on a small bench, and secretly communicated with Li Mo outside the door, the Fu Qingjun back then was already dead.

I saved them, but do I need to tell them?

People are no longer in the same world.

Hey, look at that man, he looks a bit like a monitor.

It's not like, how could I forget Fu Papi's back?

The sound gradually moved away.

Fu Qingjun's figure flitted past a residential building, came to the community, and looked at a pair of parents from the window of a high-rise building. They were holding a baby in the living room and laughing happily.

Fu Qingjun's expression remained calm.

In fact, some time after the apocalypse, Fu Qingjun found the location of his parents by means, but he only secretly protected them without any action.

I also investigated their qualifications for them, they are very ordinary, so I just continue to live as real ordinary people, even though I have this ability to give opportunities, is it useful?

Heroes who are at the forefront of civilization know their risks best.

It is enough for them to follow the development of the earth, technology and civilization to gain longevity and other benefits. The happiness of ordinary people is protected by heroes, and being willing to be mediocre may be one of the good ways of life.

And as the past two years passed, they finally got rid of the shadows and entered a new life during the period of time after they died in the misty doomsday. They also had a younger brother.

Wait, go back to Miao Chuntang to eat noodles.

Holding the milk tea in his hand, Fu Qingjun suddenly raised his head, as if he sensed something, he returned to business, silently observing the vast blue sky, Huh? Almost, that guy is going to explode completely and start eating people?