Vicious Youkai Just Want To Farm [Quick Transmigration]

He remembered.

I remembered who I was, and remembered all my previous experiences.

He went to the bottom of the lake and found the egg.

The soul inside has come out, and the egg has completely changed its appearance at this moment.

The dusty, unremarkable stone has disappeared, replaced by crystal clear fragments that have been divided into two halves.

And in the two halves of the transparent and crystal-clear "eggshells", there is a little bit of light shining, and the brilliance of various colors is full of brilliance.

That is the only trace left in this world by those ancient gods and demons.

Fuxi did not make a mistake in his calculation, he was the lifeline.

Because he had never been born, and had never been involved in any cause and effect, he escaped alone under the doomed fate of the gods.

But now, it's time for the backhand to work.

All options are left to him.

Jiang Lin bent down and picked up the "eggshell" which was full of light.

A little blood, a little soul.

As long as he has a thought, he can slowly "resurrect" them.

The timing is also within the predictions of these gods.

Now is the end.

The world is at stake, humanity is at stake.

As long as they appear, they will take on the cause and effect of "saving the world" and win such a merit.All weakness will disappear, and the gods will be resurrected on this land.

His "companion" will be resurrected, and the planet will be saved from the haze of zombies.

Everything is so natural.

Jiang Lin lowered his eyes.

He can't contact anyone at the moment, the system, Qing Luo, Zong Yu.

No one can advise him, let alone make decisions for him.

Looking at the gray hazy sky, he asked softly, "Is it really that simple?"

He lowered his head, looked at the "eggshell" in his hand that carried the vitality of countless gods, and asked, "Fuxi, Shaohao, what are you trying to tell me by arranging that 'system' to take me on missions?"

He closed his eyes and suddenly exerted force in his hands.

The light but extremely heavy thing was turned into thousands of fragments in Jiang Lin's hands.

He spread his hands, and they floated away to the corner of this world.

At the same moment, Jiang Lin's body glowed, and countless green light spots overflowed from his body, and along with the fragments, they floated to unknown places.

His complexion suddenly turned pale, and he slid down without strength. He had to support the ground with his hands to avoid falling down directly.

The vast divine power in the body was scattered, protecting those fragments and disappearing.

He couldn't use any of his strength right now.

"This world doesn't need a god anymore," he whispered.

There was a sudden pain in the palm of my hand.

He raised his hand in a daze, turned over, a small fragment stuck in his palm, and the wound soon overflowed with bright red blood.

A bit of soft green light flew out from the fragments, floating in mid-air, turning into a familiar phantom.

"Qingdi..." Jiang Lin looked at him.

The Qingjuan man had a smile on his face, looked around, and slightly sighed: "Has the world become like this now?"

He looked into the distance and returned to his eyes.

He looked at Jiang Lin with a smile: "I'm very happy to meet you like this."

He was just a faint phantom floating in midair at the moment, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.But all the living plants and trees in this world bowed down at this moment to welcome their gods.

Jiang Lin was exhausted, so he simply sat down on the ground and looked up at the other party slightly: "You tried your best to imply to me that the gods will eventually be annihilated, and the future belongs to the human race. Isn't that what you want?"

Qingdi smiled.

Jiang Lin asked, "Don't you regret it?"

"I can resurrect you. With your strength, even one in ten million, these so-called zombies can be destroyed with a flick of a finger. With this merit of saving the world, it is enough for you to restore your strength and faith."

"And then?" Qing Di asked back.

"Then repeat history again, and finally disappear in this world?"

Emperor Qing said with a relaxed smile: "We old fellows who have lived for tens of thousands of years, do we care about this little time?"

He looked down at Jiang Lin: "Didn't you also make the same choice? My companion? Or, before this moment, the only... God in this world?"

"We are the same."

What is a god?

When the world first opened, they were a tree, a flower, a cloud, or even a gust of wind.

They are a part of this world, and because of their intelligence, they have become separate individuals.

"We used to pursue the same longevity of heaven and earth, and pursuit of immortality. Later, I discussed with Fuxi for tens of thousands of years, what is immortality?" Emperor Qing smiled softly, "I am the vitality between the heaven and the earth, and I am the life of the universe every year. In some springs, I have this shell and I am called Qingdi, and I don’t have this shell and become a ray of spring breeze, what is the difference?"

His body gradually became transparent and was about to dissipate.

"My friend, if someone is destined to inherit some of my strength and will in the future, I hope that when I can choose on my own, I will choose someone who is pleasing to the eye."

Jiang Lin realized something, and the wound on his palm began to feel hot.

"You choose to be an ordinary person, but I think this miserable world still needs people to save it."

Qingdi's figure was no longer visible, leaving only the last sentence in the void:

"We guys just go ahead and enjoy the comfort. Please, the 'youngest' little guy, take more responsibility."

The green light spots in the fragments entered Jiang Lin's body, and the exhausted strength began to slowly recover.

Jiang Lin took a deep breath and smiled slightly: "I will fulfill my mission."

On September [-]th, the eighth year of the end of the world, at the survivor base of the Chinese Imperial Capital, a woman suddenly had a high fever and fell into a coma. That night, a huge and gorgeous fiery red divine bird phantom rose into the sky with raging fire, and the light broke through the long night.

This female survivor who later changed her name to "Suzaku" has a strong ability to control fire after she wakes up.

In the early morning of the same day, in a small town in South China, countless people saw the giant blue dragon hovering in the sky, and the sound of the dragon's chant shook the world.

At the end of September, in the east, a phantom of a white mythical beast appeared. A seven-year-old boy, Mu Mu, possessed the special ability to purify viruses.

In October, in the barren northwest desert base, countless green shoots suddenly appeared, and an old medical expert who was seriously ill opened his eyes sharply.

……

In the later planetary history, the day of September [-]th was called "New Birthday".

From this day on, the first human with magical power appeared on the earth.

They have all kinds of incredible special powers described in myths and legends, and even when fighting, the figures of those legendary gods will appear behind them.

But they are not gods.

They will be injured, old, and die, and their strength, after death, will be inherited by the next "lucky" warrior who no one knows.

These powerful fighters led the ordinary survivor fighters of the human race to wipe out all the zombies.

The crisis is lifted and mankind enters a new era.

"Grandpa, so, are those myths that have been passed down from ancient times true?" The little girl with her two wombs tilted her head and asked.

Beside her, the white-haired old man said cheerfully: "It's true, these gods, in the peaceful age, no one can find them. But when human beings are in the most danger, they are the ones who show up to save us." It's us."

"Then can I ask the gods to give me a big bag of candies after I wake up?" The little girl looked forward to it, "The story says that the gods will fulfill our wishes."

The old man smiled and shook his head: "It's nothing. The gods guard this world. What we humans want, we still have to work hard on our own."

He patted his granddaughter's head: "Little girl, it's time to go to bed!"