my mythical world

After the disaster, the light is seen again, everyone is full of smiles after the catastrophe, the whole land is glowing with new vitality, and there are strong people running in the city that is constantly being built.

And when the Volcanic Dwarf Clan led by Ning Tianjiao arrived, it caused a sensation in the courtyard, and many people welcomed it warmly.

He is the god of casting who forged many artifacts, even the savior was forged by him, this achievement alone is enough to make him famous in history books.

In the warm welcome of the crowd, Ning Tianjiao led the dwarves to the Volcanic Union and was responsible for forging various livelihood tools in the atrium. After the war was over, various technologies would naturally improve life.

Ning Tianjiao also saw a tall statue of Locke on the square in the center of the city. He was wearing a savior armor and stood in the center of the earth. The helmet of the armor was held in his hands, and his eyes were looking forward, as if he was looking forward to the future of freedom.

On the side of the street, there was the laughter and chasing sounds of children, and other teenagers began to approach the school to learn various interesting skills.

"Lock, Hill will never forget you. Your story will be passed down everywhere." Ning Tianjiao seemed to think of the fearless young man he saw back then in the kingdom of giants. Although the heroes passed away, history will remember them.

Tick-tock-tick, someone on the forum chatted privately with him, Ning Tianjiao went offline in an instant, and the only person who added his friend to chat privately was Obi.

In the tavern, cups of wine were mixed, and a grand celebration was being held. Rough men were raising their glasses high and drinking muddy ale. In a corner of the tavern, two men were talking.

"Your body?" Ning Tianjiao looked curiously at Obi who was not like a human, but very similar to an elf.

"The last time I failed to snipe the God King, the Green Jade Meteor God Bow saved me once, but my body also collapsed. I have long wanted to be reincarnated as an elf. This time just strengthened my determination. From now on, I will be an elf." Bee replied with a smile.

Ning Tianjiao's face was a little weird. If this is really a game, Obi is probably changing jobs, but I don't know if there is any gain.

In any case, he still survived the catastrophe, but Haruka Kusaka, who was a war reporter, has not been found yet.

Thinking of this, Ning Tianjiao asked: "How is Yaoyao?"

Obi's face was a little heavy, "It's at stake, there are only a few days left."

Hearing the news of another companion, Ning Tianjiao's joy was overshadowed, the rabbit died and the fox was sad, the top ten players of the year died and were injured, and if Rixia Yao left the stage, only the two of them would be left.

Obi looked around the festive surroundings, and suddenly said: "I'm afraid you will soon become a god."

Ning Tianjiao nodded, not surprised that he could guess it.

There are dangers and opportunities in the catastrophe, otherwise there would not be so many strong people actively participating in it. Obi also gained feedback from the world, as well as the belief and blessings of all living beings.

Obi looked at Ning Tianjiao meaningfully, and said with emotion:

"A long, long time ago, I was in the City Lord's Mansion of Boulder City, and I had a conversation with the No.1 player at that time, the powerful Xilin. At that time, you were the most inconspicuous of us.

Who would have thought that after a thousand years, you would be the one who has gone the furthest. This time, I am afraid that you will be able to compete for the position of Lord God, and your path will be cleared. "

Ning Tianjiao was noncommittal, just picked up the wine glass and drank. His success also had an element of luck, which cannot be separated from his decision back then and hundreds of years of dormancy in the dark.

He once doubted himself, working so hard in the game was even harder than in reality, was it all worth it?

It's better to choose to go back to the atrium and become a rich businessman, which can be regarded as living up to the secret of Second Life.

However, seeing the joyful face of the dwarf friend beside him, and other companions struggling hard, trying to win the secret in the world tree, he still gritted his teeth and chose to persevere.

Baojianfeng comes from the sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold.

Today, master blacksmith Ning Tianjiao is famous in the five worlds. The savior he forged has made great contributions and is admired by everyone in the courtyard. Among the most popular gifts for children is his small savior toy.

There is a special chapter in Hill's calendar to record his story, praising the blacksmith's silent contribution in the rear during the Battle of the Three Realms. He has not slept for a month and is urgently maintaining various artifacts.

All the surviving heroes and kings pay respects to him.

"Success is hard to come by, but I don't know if you will be rewarded in the game on the day you become a god." Obi said curiously.

"Who can say for sure, it all depends on the producer's mood." Ning Tianjiao picked up the wine glass and said strangely.

"I had a conversation with Cillin about whether he took this game as real life, and he said yes.

After a hundred years of vicissitudes, now I have long regarded the stay on the earth as a post station, and maybe the forest of elves is my final destination. "Obi said with a sip of sake.

"Haha, me too."

Ning Tianjiao smiled without any affectation: "No matter who has been in another world for hundreds of years, they will definitely regard it as the real world. Earth and Hill are intertwined and do not conflict. We can choose two go hand in hand."

"You are very open-minded." Obi drank his glass, and the two walked out of the lively tavern, intending to send their companions off for the last time.

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The grass is green, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. From time to time, there are Fengmo rabbits jumping and jumping. Under a lush tree, a pale girl is leaning against the tree. On her lap, only the hilt and scabbard remain. Excalibur.

The two people walking towards her greeted her, and Haruka Kisses turned her head and smiled at them.

"How about it?"

"What else can I do, I'm about to leave."

Haruka Haruka smiled back, with a trace of regret on Qingling's face.

"Originally, I just wanted to be a pure witness to history, but I couldn't help but draw my sword in critical moments. I think this should be the spirit engraved deep in my soul.

In the face of a strong enemy, it is one thing to die or not, but it is another thing to dare to use the sword.It's just a pity that when the new era came, I died on the eve of my death. Life is always full of regrets. "

"You see it very openly." Ning Tianjiao laughed for a moment.

Obi, standing upright on the other side, also nodded in agreement. Most people lose such a secret, and their mentality has collapsed long ago, but it is not ordinary people who can enter here.

"Anyway, I have earned a few hundred years of life experience, so I just go back to inherit the dojo and train those little bastards well." Haruka Nishika raised her eyebrows and said.

The two suddenly burst into laughter. It seemed that this was a bad game, so they went home to inherit the family property.

Amidst the laughter, the three of them looked at the bustling crowd in the distance, and suddenly fell silent for a while.

The breeze blew the corners of their clothes, Obi and Ning Tianjiao looked back, the girl under the tree was gone, leaving only the broken sword.

Obi put away Ri Xiayao's clothes in a complicated mood, and the two dug a hole under the tree, buried it, and Ning Tianjiao pointed to the engraving on the stone tablet, "Tomb of the Unknown Female Sword Saint".

pat.

Aobi and Ning Tianjiao clapped their hands, and dust flew in the air. They turned their backs and left in opposite directions, and waved their hands coolly towards the back.

One is going to continue to reincarnate as an elf in the forest of elves, and wants to become the god of elves, and the other wants to participate in the construction of a new era, and wants to become a god of craftsmanship.

Rumble.

With the advent of a new era, the glory of the once invincible gods has been buried, and now the incomplete old gods are fleeing like stray dogs, and the forces of the old gods headed by the god of fire, Hephas, are stirring up wind and rain, trying to become the gods of the new era again.

However, the surviving heroes and the darlings of the new era began to encircle and suppress without the Supreme God himself taking action.

In the city, there are dwarves, treants, and even psychic monsters communicating peacefully and fulfilling the law. There are also outstanding people who have begun to walk out of their own paths of practice.

Major events happen every day on the mainland. The church’s rule collapses, and mankind falls into division again.Everyone knows that the king hero who can reunify all mankind will surely be able to become a god.

The heroes rubbed their hands one by one and began to fight for hegemony, but this time, unlike the previous era, there was no game where the gods used all living beings as pawns.

The earth, the neon country, the girl woke up from the bed in vain, feeling a little lost for a moment, moved her lower body bones, creaking like rusty iron.

The girl clenched her fists tightly, her clear water-like eyes were firm, and she planned not to be affected by the experience in another world.

She opened the door, happily picked up her favorite wooden knife, said hello to her mother, put on her shoes and ran to grandpa's dojo

"This time the harvest is not small."

Jiang Ping let out a good mouthful of turbid air, and got up from the bed. At this time, his face was radiant and full of energy, and his eyes shot out from time to time.

Hill's catastrophe came to an end, the achievements accumulated over ten thousand years were harvested, and another batch of energy was fed back to the account. Jiang Ping, who had been hungry for a long time, was full, and all the cells in his body were jumping for joy.

He could feel that his primordial spirit was full, and he had already been able to divide the second primordial spirit. With the assistance of Genesis, he had already made plans.

The project of "The God of Creation of Light" can be put on the agenda, and it would be fine to forcibly cut out the clone of the God of Creation now.

However, Jiang Ping saw that the Great Tribulation of Conferred Gods was becoming more and more popular, so he simply waited for the Great Tribulation of Conferred Gods to end, and then he could harvest a batch of energy and points to break through in the best state.And if you have enough points, you will be more confident in creating a new world when the time comes. It is not as stretched as before, and it is a shuttle every time.

Chapter 294 Killing the evil thief, immeasurable merit

While the construction of Hill was in full swing, the prehistoric Conferred God Tribulation was also in full swing. Some ancient immortals came out of the mountain and joined the bloody battlefield in an attempt to gain some merit, so as to cultivate quietly in the mountain.

In the terrible battle of Jiuqu Yellow River, the disciples of the second generation of Chanjiao suffered heavy losses. Some of them died, some of them were injured, and even two of their own disciples were reduced to the mounts of Jiejiao. The heart of a saint is wrathful.

Chengtang's million-strong army was wiped out in one day, but the power of the high-end immortals was not much lost. It is said that after Zhao Gongming and Sanxiao returned to the palace, the leader of Tongtian personally ordered that their calamity was over and they could not go out of the mountain. Sanxian Island was sealed and measured. The end appears.

The surviving Guangchengzi, Taiyi, Cihang, and Huanglong also had their three flowers cut off, their five qi blocked, and their Taoism and conduct was abolished throughout their lives.

Huang Long made up the numbers, but the other three were outstanding, and it was Laojun who re-refined the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir to restore their morality.

However, the setbacks of the second-generation disciples made the third-generation disciples shine, especially Nezha and Yang Jian, who were the best among them. Originally, Yang Jian's injury was not trivial, but this time it was a coincidence that he was given an elixir to heal him.

Yang Jian, who has been in the dust for a long time, beheaded several generals as soon as he recovered from his injuries, and restrained the heretic immortals, making King Wu happy.

"My dear friends, the grand master is dead, and the fate is in my hands. King Zhou has lost his virtue. Come and drink three cups today."

In the camp, the blushing King Wu toasted and invited them. The four immortals who explained the teachings went to Qingxiu early, and they didn't give King Wu any face at all. Li Jing, who had a good reputation and was the best at management, was the first to stand up and toast.

Nezha next to him frowned, but he frowned again when he thought of his master's hateful exhortation to him recently, asking him to kill the Immortal Jiejiao by all means.

Li Jing has a natural magic weapon to restrain him, but Nezha doesn't deal with him all the time. Instead, he is the master, and he is the most convinced, after all, he is a reborn parent.

Nezha didn't want to pay attention to the troubles of the world, he walked out of the tent, Yang Jian saw this, and bid farewell to everyone to appease Nezha.

"Nezha, why do you seem to be preoccupied? Now our army's momentum is like a rainbow, Chengtang's strength is exhausted, and the situation is very good." The tall and powerful Yang Jian raised his glass and invited the moon.

Erlang God has recovered from his injuries recently, beheaded seven generals, Yu Hua and his master, and he is highly regarded.

Nezha looks like an immature boy who has not opened his eyes. He looked up at the 365 stars in the sky and asked:

"Brother Yang, you are my only close friend in Zhou Ying. Do you think what we are doing now can be regarded as a teacher of justice?"

"Then what is justice and evil? The world is not black and white. Most of them are gray. In the prehistoric land, whoever has the hardest fist is justice. The sky is big and the earth is big, and the fist is the biggest.

If you don't believe me, ask the masters of the Three Religions and see what they say. "

Yang Jian may have seen it early because of his complicated background.

"I've always been puzzled by my mother's warning to me before my death." Nezha asked.

Hearing this, Yang Jian stopped pouring wine with his head up, and he remembered the complex eyes that Master Yu Ding looked at him in those days, which was a look of love and reluctance.

Through his secret investigations and guesses from reading ancient books, he also learned what is meant by the "substitute to respond to catastrophe", but the master has fallen unexpectedly, and even the enemy who killed him was personally destroyed by the leader of the Renjiao. How much more can he do now? What do you say?

The past is like dust, and people are like the wind, drifting with the tide.

"You are paranoid by nature, and it is easy to trust others. Don't blame me for provoking your master-student friendship. Your master is very scheming. Sometimes you should be careful."

Yang Jian patted Nezha on the shoulder meaningfully, and re-entered the tent.

Little Nezha raised his head with a complex expression, what else is there to believe in the world?The father regards himself as a rebellious son, and borrows the golden pagoda, using his own as a tool to climb up.

The master cultivated and indulged all the way, I am afraid it was intentional, he wanted to use himself, now he has lost even the body of the spirit pearl, only the body of the lotus root is left, the combat power is stronger for a short time, but the spirituality has been lost, and the cultivation base in the future limited.

Little Nezha, very troubled.

For some reason, Nezha thought of another little friend on the coast of the East China Sea. Maybe after the catastrophe, without the shackles of the sect, he could swim in the East China Sea without any worries.

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On the other side of the bonfire, in the Chengtang camp, there is Yu Xiang'er holding a demon sword to enforce the military law. On the side is an angry and pretty girl, and Shen Gongbao who is begging for mercy.

"I'm talking about Fairy Yu. Just because Tu Xingsun committed the first crime, you spared him once. In addition, Junior Brother Hong Jin didn't make a big mistake, so he was arrested together."

There are two pale men tied up below, one is dwarf in stature, unusually wretched, the other is tall and handsome, but his perverted eyes always want toads to eat swan meat.

"Fuck, I even dare to take advantage of my old lady."

Without waiting for others to continue to persuade, Yu Xiang'er directly slashed Hong Jin with a demon sword in his hand, blood was splashed all over in an instant, and Hong Jin died badly.

The wretched earth boy on the other side was so frightened that his hair stood on end, and he quickly resorted to his housekeeping skills to escape to the land. Unexpectedly, as soon as he used the earth escape, he was greeted by the evil Black Demon Tower.

Yu Xiang'er sneered and pinched Fa Jue, directly turning Tu Xingsun into ashes.

Two lecherous souls escaped into the list of demons, and their merits are immeasurable.

"Ugh."

Shen Gongbao, who cherishes talents, heaved a long sigh, feeling that he had lost two generals, and even gave birth to him, "Could it be that Shenji Taishi has fallen, and no one in the sect can restrain her, so she took the opportunity to eliminate dissidents."

Yu Xiang'er swung the blood-dropping demon sword, and between her pretty brows, she saw other strange-looking Jujiao Immortals and General Chengtang. After all, they were also afraid of being hacked for unwarranted charges.

"Everyone, you don't know that these two are rebellious. As long as Xiqi uses a "beauty trick", they will rebel against our army in the future. If they are not eliminated today, there will be disasters in the future."

These two, one is a disciple who is afraid of leaving grandchildren, and the evil spirit of the educating immortal has ruined Deng Chanyu, a beautiful young girl, and forcibly betrothed to the short and wretched Tuxing grandson.

A young general, Hong Jin, can do whatever he can. He eats swan meat No.1. In the original book, he was defeated by Princess Longji of Heaven. Soup.

Dao Xin is not firm at all, and it is very easy to be instigated by others.

This time, I don't know if there was a change due to the appearance of the player. Princess Longji did not appear, but Hong Jin actually set his mind on Yu Xianger, the spokesperson of the devil world.

Who is Yu Xiang'er?He was undefeated in thousands of wine bars, and his lame mind could see it at a glance, so he simply chopped off the two big thieves at once, and he also cleared his mind.

No, because Yu Xiang'er beheaded two lewd thieves with blood, local tyrants offered rewards on the forum, and they said sourly: