Prehistoric Calendar

Chapter 538 , Struggling and Earning
(PS: Three more, today there is another update to make up yesterday's, by the way, today's Spring Festival is really sad, seeing Wuhan, seeing the whole country, I guess this is the most sad one since I was born It's Spring Festival.)
Wu Ming's body is broken, Wu Ming's mind is broken, Wu Ming's true spirit...

Wu Ming's true spirit still maintains the final sobriety, which is a kind of final obsession, the so-called unwillingness, which is actually useless.

Are we humans just pests?

Shouldn't we humans exist in this world?
Are we human beings an invading virus to this universe?
If this is the case, so many deaths, so many sacrifices, so many expectations, so many expectations and longings... What is the point of doing this?

God, if there is a transcendent, truly supreme god, please tell me, please tell us, what is the meaning of our human... existence?

Maybe... it doesn't make sense...

Wu Ming has seen all the information, the information left on the body of the first person, saw the secrets of the past, and seen the origin of human beings. He finally knew why when he went from the Great Desolate Continent to the outer plane, he would The countless scenes of broken civilizations I have seen are not the future human civilization... but the human civilization that was so many billions of years ago...

Humans... shouldn't have appeared...

At this moment, Wu Ming seemed to have such a cognition, and as soon as this cognition appeared, a layer of light that he couldn't see, that others couldn't see, and even almost everyone couldn't see, came from him. The body began to detach, and with the detachment of this layer of light, the space of the first-generation main god in Wu Ming's mind began to tremble, became unstable, and began...to detach...

This immediately affected the beam of light that was repairing Wu Ming. The beam of light began to appear unstable, with some flickering, and even a situation similar to peeling off...

As a result, Wu Ming's body began to gradually dissipate under the attacks of many saints...

At this moment, a writing brush appeared out of thin air from Wu Ming's eyebrows. The moment the writing brush appeared, it began to dissipate. It defended Wu Ming against the attacks of the surrounding saints. It's just that the ink on this brush is not black, but bloody, boundless bloody...

There seemed to be some light in Wu Ming's eyes, it was blood, boundless blood...

wait, wait...

Wu Ming suddenly thought of something, bloody, boundless bloody... the bloody luck of human beings! ? ?
Wait a minute, there seems to be something wrong, yes, the first man, the origin of human beings, human beings with original sin, human beings are ancient invaders from the last era, all of these can get reasonable answers from the first man, the only one The unsolvable... The bloody fate of human beings! ! !
That's right, in the orthodox theory of cultivation that Wu Ming knows, there are actually similar assumptions and explanations. In the orthodox theory of cultivation, the birth and death of a multiverse is defined as an era. A much longer time factor is even immeasurably long. Some non-orthodox cultivators believe that an infinite calamity is an era, but this kind of counting is not recognized in orthodox cultivation.

There are many factors that determine the length of a multiverse era. The first is naturally the quality and quantity of the multiverse itself. The volume is actually one of the most critical factors. The second is the smooth development of the multiverse and the strength against negative multiverse Speed, etc., in the calculations of orthodox cultivators, the most unfavorable and weakest multiverse may not even have an immeasurable kalpa in an era, but if it is a powerful multiverse that develops the most smoothly, its The duration may be ten or hundreds of immeasurable kalpas.

Of course, all of this is just a theoretical value. After all, it is impossible for orthodox cultivators to survive the number of epochs, or in other words, no life can survive the number of epochs, even the theoretical ultimate is impossible, because in theory The ultimate is that its own volume is equal to the multiverse itself. This is the limit theoretical value of quality and quantity, and it is impossible to survive even the ultimate. Therefore, these are only theoretical values, and there is no way to verify the theoretical values.

In the orthodox cultivator’s model of the multiverse, there is almost no way to make anything span epochs, including a single byte of information, because the birth and death of the multiverse is the ultimate annihilation that cannot even survive the ultimate, and If we cross the era, in the multiverse model of orthodox cultivators, there is only one possibility, and that is transcendence...

Detachment above the ultimate, detachment above everything, detachment out, beyond the other side and other adjectives... But these are still theories, and they are the most arrogant theories.

Of course, it does not mean that the multiverse model of orthodox cultivators is the absolute truth. When he saw the vision of the original man before, he did not doubt that human beings did not come from the previous era, because this is the answer given by the multiverse itself.

But there is the only unexplainable situation... blood luck! ! !
That's right, on the surface, human beings don't have any luck, that's why they are marked by heaven and earth, and that's why they are guilty of killing creatures of this era. Let's not talk about those aliens, do they count? It is normal to say that human beings do not have any luck, because if human beings are really beings of the previous era, then they will not be recognized by all things in the world.

What is luck?Luck is actually a possibility, or absolute, that arises from the contact between life and the world. In other words, all luck must rely on the world to be feasible. For example, if a life is the protagonist of a plane, then his Luck actually comes from this plane, and if a life is a parent and child of the multiverse, then his luck comes from the multiverse itself, and so on.

And human beings should not have luck. If human beings are really beings of the last era, then human beings themselves will not be recognized by the multiverse. In other words, unless human beings come to this era together with the plane or world of the previous era , and then the luck is provided by that plane or world, otherwise human beings will be exterminated like a virus in essence, and then there will be no luck at all. Of course, even if there is a plane or world in the last era, from Theoretically speaking, unless the multiverse of the previous era is brought in as a whole, it will also be killed by the multiverse of this era, because the difference in size is too great.

That being the case, how did the bloody luck of human beings come about! ?

Don't talk about the accumulation of endless human deaths, even if they can be accumulated, where is the accumulation?

Cumulatively in this multiverse?It was immediately wiped out.

Accumulated on the Great Desolate Continent?It's as if the Great Desolate Continent is not within the scope of the multiverse...

Then the question arises, bloody luck... What is going on! ?

Wu Ming supported his body, his eyes gradually became radiant, and the main god of the first generation also stabilized, and the beam of light that healed him also stabilized, and as Wu Ming stood up, the brush stopped waving blood, it He nodded slightly at Wu Ming, and then rushed towards the concentrated fire attack of the saint. The writing brush waved it one last time before disappearing, engraving a complex rune in nothingness.

When Wu Ming saw this rune, he immediately knew its meaning.

"open!"

In an instant, all the concentrated fire attacks of all the saints immediately opened up, and Wu Ming saw Kong Xuan's five-color divine light sweeping in the air, and he himself turned into a huge peacock flying in the sky. Around it, fear gods alone One person was besieged by more than a dozen saints, and it seemed that he was already in danger.

On the ground, several Holy Thrones are cleaning up Wu Ming's troops, and millions of people have already died under the clearing of the Holy Thrones.

"Ha ha……"

Wu Ming sneered, and directly manipulated the first generation of the main god to destroy the Holy Way of the Goddess of Wealth and other holy places engraved on it. Just at this moment, the Goddess of Wealth and other holy places immediately penetrated from the space. Taking a look at Wu Ming, he rushed directly to the saints who cleared the field.

"Leave your lives for now." Wu Ming sneered, and then he shouted loudly: "Li Ming, set up the Zhuxian Sword Formation to protect the formation, the personnel of the formation..."

"Attack!!! Kill, not our army, kill all!!!"

When Wu Ming's voice appeared, the bewildered legions immediately cheered up. Wu Ming was their backbone. Just now Wu Ming was attacked by concentrated fire, and everyone was stunned. At this time, Wu Ming had nothing to do. When the incident came out, everyone cheered up and started to fight back.

"Fear God, return to the formation!!!"

Wu Ming continued to shout: "Kong Xuan, follow me into Buzhou Mountain!!!"

While talking and roaring, Wu Ming was already the first to charge towards the Buzhou Mountain. Following him, Kong Xuan didn't care about any attacks, but just flashed the five-color divine light randomly, and protecting Wu Ming, he rushed towards the rapidly shrinking Buzhou Mountain. Zhou Shan.

Wu Ming can't sense Buzhou Mountain anymore. Obviously, his opportunity to Buzhou Mountain has been taken away. Not only was he taken away, but the human named Gan also threw him a lot of negative thoughts, letting him know that human beings It's the pest of the world...

"What the hell about vermin!??"

"So what if I'm the descendants of humans from the last era!??"

"This world hates us humans, this world wants to kill us humans, well, just break this world and subdue this diversity!!!"

"It is said that Pangu opened the world, but now that there is no Pangu, then I will open the world!!!"

Wu Ming roared loudly, extremely unwilling, and rushed forward with all his strength, and in front of him, a huge blue dragon and a golden phoenix were fighting, an extremely huge strange-looking insect and several high-ranking saints were fighting. In the entanglement, there are many high-level saints rushing towards Buzhou Mountain, but they are all entangled with each other. If you look up, you can see an ancient clock fighting with a pair of tragic green swords. Knowing what it is, space and time are rotten and destroyed in a single stroke. Just seeing it makes people feel cold all over, but they are still being beaten by this ancient clock.

There is also a jade book and a tortoise shell, which are being attacked by four colors: one red, one white, one green, and one black. I don't know the origin of these four colors, but they are actually pressing on the jade book and the tortoise shell.

"... Sure enough, you all secretly resurrected, wait until now? And why didn't Na Luo come out!? Could it be that you still want to sneak attack?"

There was a sound coming from the zenith, and the sound resounded through the heavens and the earth, like thunder. Wu Ming just heard it and his eardrums burst, and he had to be repaired by the Lord God.

No one answered the voice, and the battles were still going on everywhere. Suddenly, from the core of Buzhou Mountain, a day and a month rose up. As the sun and moon rose, suddenly there was a giant who never Standing up from the bottom of the mountain, this giant is so huge that it seems to be able to stand up to the sky, and the muscles all over his body are tangled. As soon as it rises up, the giant immediately grabs the hand to the sun and the moon.

"Dare you!!!"

At this time, the ancient clock suddenly threw away the two swords, and rushed towards the giant. Afterwards, the two swords quickly chased after. At the same time, a small oil lamp appeared in front of the ancient clock, and the oil lamp was lit with black and white. The flame collided violently with the ancient clock, and the world trembled violently. The ancient clock was blocked for a moment, and then the two swords rushed forward, cutting the world into two colors of tragic defeat and green, like a net. The ancient clock is shrouded in it.

This ancient clock kept ringing, one after another, no longer any melodious sound, but as if it had become a warning alarm clock, the sound of thud, everyone who heard it felt hazy in their minds, together with the oil lamp, that The two swords, the four-color creatures, and all the high-level saints and innate saints who rushed towards Buzhou Mountain all fell silent and stood still.

Even the giant who was catching the sun and the moon stopped, only the ancient clock moved. It broke free from the pale and green two-color net, and hit the giant's chest with a loud bang.

And here everything came to a halt, the ancient clock crashed into the giant, the giant grabbed the sun, the moon and the stars, the four colors besieged the jade book tortoise shell, many innate saints and high-level saints rushed to Buzhou Mountain, and Wu Ming watched helplessly. Looking at all this, it is also at a standstill.

Under the projection of Buzhou Mountain, in the labyrinth of layers of low-latitude gaps, a blindfolded man is walking in it. He seems not to be affected by the stop of time, and is heading towards his goal...

A palm-sized black yellow body, like a stone, also seems to be as thick as a mountain. Although it is only the size of a palm, just looking at it gives people a sense of endless and huge heaviness.

The man stretched out his hand to take it, but at this moment, a beautiful woman stepped in front of him. This woman came from nowhere, just as where she should have been. Nor is it affected by this stillness.

"...I found you, but I am very strange. Why do you think that I will be blocked by the stillness of time? Even if time is still, this is still a part of time..."

The woman murmured, but she didn't go to pick up the readily available yellow body, but just looked at the blindfolded man and said, "This is not your goal, is it? Although I don't see what you are going to do next, your That's not the goal, you want something else... something else?"

The blindfolded man withdrew his outstretched palm, looked at the woman who suddenly appeared, and said, "Kunpeng... guess."

While speaking, the blindfolded man who withdrew his palm suddenly snapped his fingers, and the mysterious yellow body behind Kunpeng soared into the air, turning into a gigantic mountain, and flew towards the sky. Break through everything around.

The corrosion of the low latitude, the gap plane formed by the low latitude and the real world, the barrier between the real world and the high latitude, together with the boundary of the stillness emitted by the ancient clock, this Buzhou Mountain is really like a giant mountain supporting the world, All the obstacles were smashed, and he rushed straight towards Tianwaitian.

The woman looked at the blindfolded man in surprise and said, "You actually detonated your own belief in Buzhou Mountain? Is your purpose to make Buzhou Mountain a hidden existence similar to the reincarnation disk?"

"...There are still seven seconds before you can see my past, present, and future, so you have seven seconds to guess, or seven seconds to look at my purpose, by the way, there are still two seconds at most If not, this Buzhou Mountain will break free from all shackles, and by then, no one will be able to restrain it..."

This conversation seems to be very long, but between the blindfolded man and Kunpeng, not even a tenth of a second passed. There was nothingness, and in front of the masked man, the sun and the moon rose again, and at this moment, the sun and the moon went straight to Buzhou Mountain.

"...five, four..."

The blindfolded man didn't move at all, and was still counting down the countdown. When he counted to three, his body sank sharply. Below that, where everyone was standing, except for Zha, everyone else stood there. here it is.

After the blindfolded man arrived, a total of 12 people, including 11 of the blindfolded man, surrounded the bone in the center, and the skin surface of the bone was cracked inch by inch, exposing the mechanical body inside. Appearance seems to trigger a certain kind of resonance, and this resonance erupted at the core of the entire silver land. From the bottom up, the layers of space boiled, and the interstitial spaces layer by layer were stripped away, and then at the bottom, It revealed a pure white, humanoid body with no facial features, limbs that were constantly changing, a long gun stuck in its chest, and a completely dead body...

"The first person..."

"And... the core of the world..."

"reason……"

In the outside world, Kunpeng turned into a double star of the sun and the moon, rose from the core of the silver earth, and shrouded Buzhou Mountain.

At the same time, more than a dozen congenital saints, almost all high-ranking saints, they all grabbed Nabuzhou Mountain, the giant palm stretched out from time, the giant hand that fell from the zenith, and even more The giant claws that break through the space, the unimaginable figures that appear, and the huge strange shadows that emerge from the minds of mortals...

All of a sudden, various auras emerged one by one, and in the sun and moon that enveloped Buzhou Mountain, a figure that looked like a man, a woman, a bird and a fish also began to emerge, and this figure was reaching out to grab that Buzhou Mountain, And hundreds of various attacks were thrown at this figure. The first one was a stern young man holding a pair of pale green swords, and a black and white lamp holding a black and white lamp. After that, the four colors followed, and things began to emerge from these four colors.

It was an unimaginably huge cyan dragon, only its tail covered the entire sky, and an equally huge cyan dragon claw was grabbed from the east.

There was also a huge metallic white tiger, which was also unimaginably huge. It came from the west, walked on the air of metal, and everywhere it walked was full of swords and soldiers. Amidst the roar, wars broke out in all parts of the Great Desolate Continent.

There is also a giant black tortoise, this tortoise's four legs are like pillars of the sky, only the feet are visible, but its figure is not visible, its head is stretching out from the north, and it is about to bite the Buzhou Mountain.

At the end is a phoenix-shaped Suzaku, which came from the south and burned the flames towards the Great Desolate Continent. The sea of ​​flames destroyed countless lives, and it also headed towards Buzhou Mountain.

And at the Donghuang Bell and Hetu Luoshu in the sky, both Tai Yi and Di Jun emerged. The two looked at each other, and there was an incomparably terrifying power bursting out from each of them. Trembling, I saw Taiyi throwing the Eastern Emperor Bell upwards, the sky suddenly darkened, turning from daytime to the wilderness, and then the stars in the sky were as big as buckets, a total of 360 five celestial circles, the central one was purple, and the east The emperor's body rushed upwards and joined with it. Immediately, three to sixty-five stars shone brightly.

"Big Luo Star Dou Hongmeng Formation!!!"

With a loud noise, all five superstars of 360 fell, and each of them hit the holy seat below. The ordinary holy seat was smashed into a pulp on the spot. Of course, there were also high-level holy seats to block it, but the high-level holy seat As long as one or two is hit, he will still vomit blood and retreat.

Only the innate holy position can barely support it, but in the number of Zhou Tian, ​​which is like a net, he can only escape with his body, and he can no longer rush to the Bu Zhou Mountain.

And Di Jun also threw the Hetu Luoshu in his hand towards Kunpeng, and suddenly these two things evolved into an infinite number of vast runes, densely packed, innumerable, and gradually, these runes began again and again, forming a trend of unity and endlessness, turning into infinity Asylum was blocked between Kunpeng, the ancestor Minghe and the others, even though these extremely strong men attacked wildly, the formation remained motionless, without even a single wave.

"Hetu Luoshu Hunyuan Formation!!!"

Taking advantage of this moment, Kunpeng's hand was about to fall towards Buzhou Mountain.

Wu Ming saw from the beginning to the end, he was weak and powerless, the mere Linsheng, even with the Four Swords of Jade Immortals, could kill high-ranking saints, but on this battlefield, he was too weak to do anything, and with the loss of The chance of Bu Zhoushan, he now seems to be unable to think about it anymore, he can only wait for the judgment of fate... that is almost certain to fall...

But...how could he be willing...

All planning, all efforts, all sacrifices...

It's all for this moment, how could he be willing! ?
Could it be that he traveled back to this moment from the future just to be an audience?

So he planned to fight and earn...

What is fought for is life, what is earned is life...

"Kong Xuan, brush the five-color divine light on me with all your strength, and speed up for me!!!"

"Li Ming, attack me with all your strength with the Four Swords of Zhu Xian!!!"

Wu Ming violently crushed the plane on his palm, and in an instant, a vast inspiration surged, and all the Taoist rhymes in the cave turned into inspiration and exploded. Wu Ming didn't wait for anyone's response, and almost burned everything in himself, From the body, to the soul, to the true spirit, from his basic intelligence to his cultivation skills...

Coupled with the reward points of the first generation of the main god, the branch plot, and even a possibility exploded at the same time...

Kong Xuan only had time to brush out a five-color divine light, and Li Ming also gritted his teeth and rushed at him with the Four Swords of Zhu Xian. The beam of light on Wu Ming's body suddenly became intensely bright, restoring him, and at the same time squeezing his full potential... …

At the same time, from Wu Mingmei's heart, heart, gear, apple...

When all the objects burst out, each object exploded with inconceivable and boundless power in an instant. It was the burning of the source, almost a high-level holy place, and even the innate holy place exploded with life, bursting out far beyond The power of the high-level holy position and the innate holy position.

All these objects were burned up, turned into a torrent and rushed upwards, piercing Wu Ming's broken body into the Great Luo Star Dou Hongmeng formation, a series of stars exploded, leaving three-quarters of Wu Ming's body colliding with it. On the Hetu Luoshu Hunyuan formation, and the Hetu Luoshu Hunyuan formation trembled for a while, but it was still tenacious, as if it hadn't changed in any way.

At this moment, from Wu Ming's body, the projection of a young son of the innate demon god penetrated, and Kunpeng, who was in the formation, was slightly taken aback. At the same time, from Wu Ming's eyebrows, the last thing appeared on the spot, which was A piece of roulette, with an endless sea of ​​souls, and an aura that could rival Donghuangzhong and Hetu Luoshu, this roulette hit the Hetu Luoshu Hunyuan Formation, and exploded at the same time. This self-explosion caused a slight gap in the flawless Hetu Luoshu Hunyuan Formation, and then Wu Ming's body exploded, and his soul exploded, with only a little true spirit standing against a seemingly virtual mirror, The moment the mirror surface appeared, infinite calculations and analysis immediately started, and this calculation and analysis found the almost non-existent trembling gap, allowing Wu Ming to penetrate the almost non-existent tiny spot with the last breath of life. In the gap, he waved and grabbed Buzhou Mountain with his last strength.

And Kunpeng also held Buzhou Mountain at the same time...

The mysterious yellow breath exploded violently, and the people around could no longer see everything in between. When they came back to their senses, everyone looked at Kunpeng fiercely, and sure enough, they saw that Kunpeng was holding a piece of mysterious yellow body in his hand. , in the shape of a mountain, the sun, the moon, and the stars resonate with it, and even if you just hold it, people around you will feel as if Kunpeng is holding the entire multiverse.

And Wu Ming...

Only Wu Ming, the true spirit, is left, transparent and weak, he has not dissipated yet, and he...

He was staring blankly at the thing on his palm. He didn't catch Bu Zhoushan just now, but caught this thing...

A small pagoda the size of a palm...

(End of this chapter)