my universe in a bottle.

Chapter 199 Why is he not dead yet?
"It's a fact that you're half dead, but death is still a long way off."

Li Qing shook his head.

But what interests Li Qing is that today's martial arts civilization really covers everything and is a big framework.

Any blood race can become a martial arts cheat book.

The potential in it is enough to surprise Li Qing.

He had a premonition that this race would last forever, and would never be eliminated with the version, but would always go down with him and reach eternity.

"It seems that the sea is inclusive of all rivers, and this is also a trend of civilization development."

Li Qing was thinking about it.

"When a family with super potential has huge potential, it can cover a huge system, and it will radiate the surrounding world and accommodate and absorb all races!"

The gods who created the world created each race, and the essence is that the big clan eats the small clan.

You are so useless, for the sake of your future, you even take the initiative to be compatible with others.

It is not surprising that even the Doomsday World next door has taken the initiative to devote itself to the path of martial arts.

It was originally a temporary sand table, without its own real background.

Using Ning Guochang's memory to pluck wool by myself is a forced birth. Everything I have is a castle in the air. It is also correct to choose this path now.

As for the world of wizards, they did not join the world of martial arts.

It seems that he still wants to go out of his own future.

However, the wizard system is the original version of the early civilization, and it will not be too fast to improve it now.

"The demigod age, such a development is just right."

"The sub-space is a hundred years a day. If it goes on like this, it won't be too slow. Of course, I want to ensure that it doesn't collapse. A decision in the general direction is a must."

"It's better to create some crises."

"There is no crisis, and there are no various boss enemies. After all, it is not enough. The pressure of the external map is necessary."

Li Qing pondered in his heart, carefully pondering his strategy.

Along the way, I am expanding the map.

Show them the "wider" world, give them hope, and a measure of despair.

I am a sand table builder, constantly opening up higher maps and greater crises.

He suddenly looked forward to it.

This martial arts civilization has reached its true peak, how shocking will it be to walk on the earth and shatter the void?
"As for the wizarding world, I hope you don't get eliminated, fall behind in the end, and disappear in the long river of history." Li Qing murmured softly.

Civilizations come and go.

When you are on the chess table or in the multiverse, you have to abide by the rules.

Even in the world of wizards who accompany me all the way, if I really don't live up to it, I won't give much help.

Because now they have paid a lot of dividends.

After working so hard to create the doomsday world, isn't it just for you to find the next way to advance?
"Ah, I lost again!"

At this time, Xi Wei suddenly yelled, this girl is more and more yelling when playing chess, and she is startled.

"You have little background, it's normal to lose." Li Qing came back to his senses.

For example, on the chessboard of Go, each transparent square is a small subspace, with a flow rate of hundreds of years, and each has its own environment of mountains and rivers.

The two sides start the game, each evolves the life structure, moves one square, stays in that land, and evolves for one year.

There are many ways to play.

Often you run after me.

A person moves one square, and the moving square will leave his own race, occupy the square, and gradually form a mutual encirclement and suppression on the chessboard.

For an existence of their level, the so-called Go game with the most changes is nothing. On the contrary, "Fighting Beast Chess" can never get tired of it.

Creation and evolution all the way, endless, no one can understand.

And Xi Wei seems to be playing chess, but she is also practicing the art of creating races. After all, she must be inseparable from creating creatures if she wants to take the road of dream clothes.

Why dream?

If you don't pinch people, how can you dream?

Xi Wei is practicing her own kung fu silently, but she has been working hard recently.

"Go on, let's get down with Aurora!" Li Qing stood up.

Xi Wei howled, "Aurora, come and play chess!"

"Oh." A voice came from inside the room.

In fact, recently Aurora wanted to move.

Leaving the original Ning Guochang's ruined residence, with three bedrooms and one living room, abandoning his body, his soul traveled to this world, wanting to be with Xi Wei.

But still hesitating.

Martial arts world.

Martial God Calendar, seven hundred and three years,
Another 100 years passed.

The Son of Heaven has almost never appeared, and only every 50 years, he sends a message to the outside world to let the world study some new martial arts.

Everyone in the world said that the Son of Heaven would go mad and die.

Some even said that the emperor had long since died.

It was the giant god general who concealed the cause of death of the other party, swallowed the treasure of the emperor, and the ultimate secret code of skills: Tianxin Jue.

This is a book covering all martial arts in the world.

All the exercises are recorded on it.

Even if you don't study all of them like the emperor, you can definitely reach the top by studying some of the martial arts chapters.

"Perhaps he is passing on the order of the Son of Heaven, we must stop him from stealing the treasure!"

Even so, no one dared to do it.

Still no one dared to plunder his edge, and could only quietly wait for the other party's death, and the undercurrent began to surge.

Everyone knew that after the fall of this one, an unprecedented era of slaughter would usher in, and the martial arts demigods would start to plunder each other's martial arts destiny map fragments.

Among them, Beishengmen is one of the best.

Beishengmen has a wide network of contacts in the land here, with tens of thousands of people in the family, talent and blood are divided into classes, and it is very strict. Only the direct descendants can learn the top skills.

The master of Beisheng Gate secretly deduced and said:
"Son of Heaven, he may be dead. Why can he live for 700 years? It's because he practiced all kinds of life-prolonging martial arts and buffered various skills in his body, but now he can't hold it anymore."

"We let a demigod who has a clean background and has nothing to do with us, just go and test it."

This one is a hero, even if he sacrifices a confidant demigod, he still has to find out the scene of the holy mountain.

Soon, this demigod went up the mountain and found that there was only a pool of thick blood left on the ground, which gushed out the entire Wushen Mountain and was dyed blood red.

A bright red handkerchief was quietly placed on the chair with an incredible sense of oppression.

At this time, it was fully confirmed that:

The emperor is dead!

"Holy Heaven shall stand!"

"Northern Holy Gate should take over the entire era!"

Shouts resounded through the entire earth.

The entire Martial Dao Continent was in complete chaos.

At this time, it was basically confirmed that the Son of Heaven was dead, he had practiced thousands of martial arts, and he was no longer human. No one believed that he would survive.

All holy gates began to fight.

However, people couldn't find the existence of the "Heavenly Heart Art", and they all believed that a giant god stole Angelet, and everyone was wanted.

"Obtain the Heavenly Heart Secret Art, you can win the world!"

A message came.

It records everyone's martial arts cheats, and whoever gets it means that he knows the details of other strong men.

"Is he really dead?"

The world of wizards, Minnis secretly observed, but shook his head.

If the emperor is dead, he will act.

Some mediocrity takes time to bloom, and his time has come.

However, he felt that he might not be dead.

"Wait a little longer."

Minnis sighed softly, "However, even if the emperor is still alive, there should not be such a large intelligence network to perceive the internal turmoil in the land. I can take the opportunity to enter and promote the development of my wizard civilization."

Today's martial arts land is divided into eight states in the world.

In the endless void farther away, there are basically no space fragments to be seen, and they have all been collected.

But not without further afield.

Farther away, just far, far away.

"It's just right, let's take a walk, go further, see if there is civilization over there, use these fragmented worlds, improve the potential of the wizard world, and find some possibilities."

His Kingdom of God is too small, it is his destiny, so naturally he would not use it for such a thing.

In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

There have been many changes in the whole earth.

Some sects were directly annihilated by the change of dynasty and became history.

As for the demigods that survived, most of them hunted down two or three demigods, their backgrounds were terrifying, and the other party's ability to escape was very strong, so it was difficult to kill them completely.

During the era, there were eight warriors left, each occupying a state.

They start to converge.

"The dispute between us and others will not bear fruit in the short term, so it is better to develop independently."

"We should eliminate history and cut off the past! Let the world not know the dangers of the demigod path, trick them into cultivating demigods, and be absorbed by us."

"Very good."

"Heavenly Demon Illusory Dance Mysterious Art can do this."

Before practicing, those geniuses who were raised by them didn't want to practice, and no one wanted to be raised as pigs. When they grew up and became demigods, they would eat them and become the nourishment of others.

But to mobilize their active cultivation, they have to create a deception.

Conceal the cultivation path of the demigod.

As a result, this land was precarious, and a different era of burning books and burying scholars began.

"Damn it, the emperor is dead, and you guys monopolize the era like this?"

"You villains, the emperor spread martial arts, not to make you so selfish!"

Countless people shouted, but their memory was cleaned.

"It's just the winner and the loser. If you win, you will be like us."

Their eyes are stern, with an eternal indifference.

Soon, the eight first-rank top sects began to recruit disciples to build scripture pavilions, to practice martial arts for the world, and strive to break through demigods.

Historical records.

In the third year of the Martial God Calendar 810, the emperor passed away, the eight emperors ruled the world, and the era of the Eight Desolation Martial Arts began.

At the same time, it is also a dark age, where the eight black hands monopolize the era, herd all beings, and harvest all spirits.

And, a grand sacrifice was held for this one.

"This is a martyr who thought he could reign for ten thousand years and live forever."

"I still remember that day when that sickly man came and enlightened our family. It was the beginning of a great era. We were born because of him, and the era was bright and prosperous. Unexpectedly, he died suddenly!"

"This giant of the era is destined to be recorded in the annals of history forever."

"He didn't look like he died violently, but died suddenly, but he was a legend all his life."

These eight demigods saw him off, and kept reforming to deepen their rule, fooling them into taking the emperor as an example:

As you hear the news, you can die in the evening.

Spread the spirit of sacrifice.

In order to see the Dao, one must break through the demigod. When giving oneself nourishment, one thinks that one is destined to transcend this era by tens of thousands of years.

The Martial God calendar is 850 years.

On Wushen Mountain, the figure of the emperor appeared again, and the order of the emperor was passed down again.

"He's still alive?"

"What, what??"

"This is impossible!"

Seeing the reappearance of the sick emperor, these eight demigods of martial arts, with the courage to shake a land, have ruled the entire era, domineering, and fell into stupidity.

"Why are there so few people today?"

The sick emperor still coughed twice, his handkerchief was covered with blood, he stumbled onto his seat,
"The body is really getting worse and worse. According to this research, how is the effect of the last 50-year emperor's decree? Let's take a look."

The expressions of the eight and a half gods were extremely stiff, and they knelt down on the ground, sweating uncontrollably!
There were bursts of churning in my heart.

Your health is only getting worse and worse, why aren't you dead?

We went up to the mountain to see, and found that you sprayed the blood of Wushen Mountain all over the place, even if a healthy demigod sprayed so much, he would have died long ago.

Besides, of course there are fewer people, don't you know that the world is in chaos? ?
In the civil and military dynasties, only these eight treacherous ministers are left!
What scares them the most is that the eight of us all think you are dead, so who will help you, a fool, continue to study those messy and unconstrained martial arts skills.

(End of this chapter)