I woke up after 300 million years

Bell tower, top floor, secret room.

In the dark space, a row of candles lit blue fireworks. Two desks were filled with various books and parchment drawings. Many obscure symbols were written on the whiteboard in front of them.

In the middle of the secret room, a coffin made of crystal was placed, emitting a cold air.

"The devil only likes souls that die in despair and pain."

A thin man stared at the surveillance monitor, monitoring all aspects of the park.

"There is not enough time. We must complete the sacrifice before three o'clock in the morning." There was a woman standing in front of the crystal coffin, wearing a red dress and a red hood.

She stretched out her hand to touch the coffin and suggested, "Let me go. I have a way to make them despair."

"No, this is too risky. Look, this is a scene of a battle between the Sword Sect. The man leading it is very strong. I have no confidence in defeating you in a head-on confrontation, let alone you." The man bit his thumbnail and quickly analyzed the situation in his mind. , "You can send the dolls you made to attack them first. The bell tower has seven floors in total, and there are countless traps and mechanisms on each floor. We just need to push them forward."

Click, click, footsteps came from the spiral stone staircase outside the secret room.

The clown in a black windbreaker, black top hat, half mask, and holding a ruby ​​staff smiled slowly:

"Mr. Hao Ren, you seem to have forgotten that man. He is unplanned and a god!"

Before the surveillance, Song Haoren was indifferent and said in a calm tone:

"God? I don't believe in the existence of gods. Let's take a step back and say, he is a god. What can I do? Resist a god? Don't be kidding. The gods want to destroy my plan. It's easy. If it's not a god, then it's easy. Let nature take its course. I was deceived by you before, but now that I think about it, your so-called god is just one-sided words and has extremely low credibility."

Beside the crystal coffin, Jiamuyan asked:

"It doesn't matter whether he is a god or not. I just want to know if sacrificing the souls of 660 six people to the devil can really resurrect my daughter?"

The clown took off his top hat and said meaningfully:

"Ms. Mu Yan, this is the seventh time your No. 30 has asked me the same question. My answer is still that the devil is omnipotent, but it requires equal exchange."

"Equal value? Haha." Song Haoren smiled sarcastically, "660 souls of six people are exchanged for the resurrection of one person. Is this called an exchange of equal value? You are really a clown!"

Turning the chair, he clasped his fingers together, stared into the clown's eyes, and emphasized:

"The matter has reached this point. My wife and I have no way out. I want to know, who is behind you?"

The black windbreaker covered his body, and the clown grinned, revealing sharp fangs, and said:

"Leaving a little mystery to each other is also a sign of respect for each other."

"I wish you both a pleasant evening."

As soon as he finished speaking, the clown disappeared on the spot.

......

Advisor Xin pushed open the door of the bell tower. In a dark space, the stone pillars on both sides lit up with fireworks.

What comes into view is a red carpet, with stone statues placed on the left and right sides, precious oil paintings from all over the world hung on the walls, and in the deepest part of the transparent glass, gears more than ten meters wide are turning.

"Is there any danger?" Jian Xuan hid behind consultant Xin and stuck out her cute head.

After observing silently for three seconds, the consultant shook his head and said, "I can't tell. It's too quiet and there are no dolls."

Immediately afterwards, the group of people followed the trend and entered the bell tower hall.

It is very spacious, not to mention more than 500 people, but even 3000 or [-] people will not be crowded.

Yan Fan stood by the door, did not go deep, glanced at the ceiling, and murmured to himself:

"It's quite secretive. Doesn't this thing look like it was made by a puppet master or a tailor?"

Many people wandered in the hall, curious about the things inside and reaching out to touch it. After all, the bell tower had never been opened in the three years since the Wonderland was established.

Someone breathed a sigh of relief, "Is it safe now?"

Someone stared at the oil painting with golden eyes, "Brother, I know this painting. It was bought by a mysterious man at an auction a few years ago for 5000 million. If we win it, you will know!"

Someone listened and said, "Holy shit, 5000 million? Real or fake? Add me and let's work together, I'm going crazy with poverty!"

The three of them conspired, and the tall man stood on tiptoes, preparing to take away the oil painting.

The main theme is one who dares to speak, one who dares to do, and one who dares to believe.

The moment he touched the oil painting, the floor of the hall shook suddenly, and the stone statues on both sides came to life. There were twelve statues in total, five meters high and grotesque in appearance.

"Come again!" Meng Xiaoxin was about to cry without tears, and hugged Luo Die tightly with both hands.

Some people turned around and tried to escape without saying a word.

bang!

The door closed automatically. Even if six or seven burly men tried hard, they could not open a crack. Seeing a stone statue approaching, the crowd gathered at the door rushed forward, panicking and choosing their own way.

Screams, cries, and shouts resounded.

"Grandpa! It's so scary!" Jian Xuan jumped to the back of the consultant's heart, trembling.

Liu Feng held an iron rod in his hand and his eyes were thunderous, "Such a little trick is not worth mentioning."

"Swordsmanship, second level, Tomb of Hundred Swords!"

The iron rod flew up, changed a hundred times in an instant, and attacked the stone statue with awe-inspiring righteousness.

The twelve stone statues moved slowly, almost like living targets, and were beaten to pieces.

"Oh?" Yan Fan was a little surprised, "Use the Qi in the body to control the flight of iron rods, and then the Qi changes into a hundred iron rods. The power these people have is quite unique."

The hall was silent, everyone was stunned and in a state of downtime.

"Fuck! Wan, Wan Jian returns to the clan?"

"Oudi God, is this special meow the art of sword control? Immortal cultivation? Isn't it because I've read too many novels?"

"Dreaming! I must be dreaming. It's about flying dolls and cultivating immortals. Alas, I've been under too much pressure recently."

Killing the stone statue instantly with one move, the whole audience was shocked!

What kind of paradise, what dangers, and what dolls are all nothing compared to cultivating immortals. People seemed to be waking up from a dream, surrounding Liu Feng, with eyes full of admiration and chattering.

Yan Fan was still standing in the corner of the gate, holding his hands in front of his chest, watching Luo Die's reaction:

"There's something wrong with this girl's eyes. Could it be that she also worships some kind of immortal?"

"If Luo Pingan knew that his daughter was in love, he would probably be pissed to death."

Suddenly, the advisor noticed the danger and shouted loudly:

"Liu Feng! Get out of the way!"

A pair of deep red eyes lit up on the ceiling, and a huge creature fell from the sky.

Boom! The ground was sunk and strong winds were blowing, and some of the nearest people were shaken until their ears bled.

"Can't help it?" Yan Fan looked at the monster levelly.

It's not accurate to say it's a monster. It's a three-meter-tall stuffed bear. Different from normal stuffed bears, this bear is colorful. Its arms, thighs, abdomen, head, etc. are sewn together with thin threads, making it look like a zombie. , with a huge baseball bat strapped to his back.

"Sage, help me!"

Wails echoed, and when people were helpless, they could only place their hope on the gods.

Liu Feng kept his pace, fearless, "No matter how many times you come, it's useless, justice will prevail!"

"Justice will prevail?" Zombie Bear said with a distinctly female voice, "You are wrong. Only the winner is justice."

The two sides were at war with each other, and with one glance, the battle was about to break out.

"Sword control, instant slash!" Liu Feng burst out at the fastest speed and appeared behind the doll in an instant.

In front of everyone, the zombie bear was split into two, the baseball bat fell, and the cotton and feathers in his body flew all over the sky, as beautiful as snow.

"Handsome!" Meng Xiaoxin jumped up with excitement.

Liu Feng's posture was chic and he had the temperament of a savior coming. He said to everyone:

"Don't panic, my sword..."

Thunder resounded through the hall, and the willow wind flew out like a cannonball, smashing into the stone pillars, spitting out blood.

Tiny threads sewed the zombie bear together, and said coldly, "What are you trying to do? A mere swordsman in the soul-burning realm, really think he can beat me?"

The realm of monasticism: controlling spirits, burning souls, and magical powers.

Jia Muyan, who controls the zombie bear, is a tailor of Feifan III, and his strength far exceeds that of the soul-burning sword cultivator.

"It's over. Handsome brother can't win. We're doomed!" Meng Xiaoxin looked frustrated.

Luo Die: "..."

"This is a big deal." Jian Xuan hurriedly pushed the elder brother, "Don't let it sew together. Once it sews together, it will definitely use the ultimate move!"

Whoosh! A breeze blew by.

Chen Sleep, who had a strong accent, took the lead, picked up the iron rod, and said sternly:

"The sharp edge of the sword comes from the sharpening! The plum blossoms are fragrant and come from the bitter cold! Sword plum blossoms!"

With a thrust of the sword, the sword energy turned into a huge plum blossom, suppressing the zombie bear.

Jianxuan wiped cold sweat and found that Liu Feng's injury was not serious, so she pouted to her senior brother:

"You idiot, why are you standing there?"

"Shh!" Consultant Xin made a silent gesture, his face as sharp as a knife, "There are things approaching, a lot of them, in... the wall!"

Suddenly, the surrounding walls rose, and seven zombie bears of the same style walked out.

It's cold, the body is cold, and the heart is even colder. The people present are desperate. Just now, one zombie bear could knock away the immortal in their eyes, and now there are seven! No solution!

Advisor Xin Chang's hair flicked, he lifted Jian Xuan with one hand, and warned, "Hold my neck tightly and don't move it. Chen Sleep, go suppress one more, Liu Feng, don't be careless, you are responsible for two, and the remaining four give it to me!"

"Understood!" The two responded in unison.

The fireworks on the stone wall were shaking, and the three brothers took action to fight with the zombie bear to avoid causing innocent casualties.

However, the consultant still underestimated the extraordinary people's methods. This kind of zombie bear could not be killed at all. Even if it was cut into more than a dozen pieces, it could still be recovered with the sutures of thin threads.

"Little bastard, don't run! If I master the fire spell, I will burn you to death!" Chen sleeps in a trance, and a zombie bear breaks free from the restraints of plum blossoms and rushes towards the crowd.

Faced with zombie bears, ordinary people are like lambs to be slaughtered.

"Nah! Ma! What bastard pushed me!"

"Fuck! Get out of the way, don't block the road!"

"Ouch, don't squeeze, my child is only three years old, don't squeeze!"

The crowd was in chaos, being chased by zombie bears in a limited space.

Jiang Yuxi saw the right opportunity and quietly stretched out his right foot, tripping Luo Die to the ground.

"Xiaodie!" She pretended to exclaim without stopping.

Luo Die's arm stung and was scratched by the gravel on the ground. He staggered to his feet and saw the zombie bear close at hand.

"I'm going to choke you, I can't catch up!" Chen Suiye was anxious. While trying to suppress the zombie bear just now, he also had to chase the other one. The two senior brothers were unable to help him for the time being.

"Xiaodie!" Meng Xiaoxin ran back, took her best friend's hand, and wanted to escape.

Unexpectedly, the baseball bat in the Zombie Bear's hand hit the ground hard, causing vibrations at close range. The two women were unable to stabilize their bodies and fell to the ground.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu It's really over!" Meng Xiaoxin cried loudly, her heart was filled with despair.

Luo Die's eyes were complicated, "You shouldn't have come back to save me."

Sniffing, Meng Xiaoxin was obviously timid, but ambitious:

"We are sleeping partners, best friends!"

"Sleeping companion?" Luo Die didn't understand.

The cinnabar bracelet broke. Meng Xiaoxin had given up resistance and cried with a silly smile, "We had a sleeping partnership, called sleeping partners for short."

The huge baseball bat came, Luo Die hugged Meng Xiaoxin's head and closed her eyes.

"Have you given up?"

"Is this giving up?"

"You kind of let me down."

Time seemed to stand still, and Yan Fan's voice sounded in Luo Die's mind.

Godfather!

"You are Luo Pingan's daughter, the daughter of a demigod!"

"Stand up, clench your fists, and fight back!"

Yan Fan's voice echoed again, and some memories emerged in Luo Die's mind.

[Ugh, you bad dad, I want to go out and play, I don’t want to practice this! 】

[Little girl, don’t be lazy. This breathing method was created by your godfather. Once upon a time, I saw with my own eyes that your godfather could shake the gods with just the breathing method. You must practice it! 】

[Liar, I am not a three-year-old child, I am five years old. The teacher said that there are no gods in the world. You are a big bad guy and bully your own daughter. I want to tell my mother. 】

【Yohe! Dare to threaten me? Do you think I'm afraid of her? 】

[The surname is Luo, I count to three...]

......

[Take a deep breath, feel the breath of nature, control the breath in your body, listen to the breath of all things, and experience the power of nature, do you understand? 】

[I don’t understand. I only know that it’s seven o’clock and I will be late for school. 】

[Damn it, you didn’t tell me earlier, grab your schoolbag and get out of the way! 】

......

His thoughts returned and Luo Die opened his eyes.

"Stand up, clench your fists, and fight back!"

Yan Fan's voice echoed like magic and lingered for a long time.

call! Luo Die exhaled, clenched his fists, and shouted out the moves taught by his father:

"Breathing method. Power. Collapse!"