Fu Qingjun looked at himself in the mirror in surprise, and his hair fell out again.

Then there was the itching of the whole scalp, as if something indescribable was breaking through the ground, giving him a very uncomfortable feeling.

"Again?"

Fu Qingjun suddenly sensed something.

Sure enough, the hair grew up directly, and a short fluff appeared, and then it was so weird that it seemed to have eaten a growth agent, and the fluff began to grow rapidly, gradually becoming a short flat head, and then becoming two or three centimeters, and then gradually began to slow down the growth rate...

"Is my hair a problem?"

Fu Qingjun was startled, and suddenly tried to hold up a pen with a hair.

Crash.

As a result, the pen turned out to be wobbly lifted ...

"One stroke!" he was directly startled, and his hair barely lifted a piece of paper, is the power of hair so terrifying now?

He tried to hold the pen high with this hair, only to feel like his scalp was torn.

Pain, pain, pain!

The sharp pain caused his hair to let go of the pen in an instant, and the pen fell to the ground.

He vaguely sensed something, and his heart suddenly swelled, "I have already transformed the Sun Sacred Scripture into the prototype of my martial arts exercises. ”

"It's also a martial art for cultivating power, and it's also about the souls of the dead, like the place of hell and death, maybe it can be called... Long-haired Prison Strength?"

Fu Qingjun was secretly speechless.

A hair can lift a pen, in fact, it is already a qualitative horror.

A big bunch of hair, already able to lift a lot of heavy things!

But the problem is that it is not a matter of how much you can lift, but what you can do with your scalp.

The hair may have the strength to lift an iron sword, but the scalp will be torn apart by the massive weight in an instant...

"That's outrageous!"

Fu Qingjun felt that this was too incredible, and said, "But how can you cultivate your fragile scalp? Could it be that you use the way of an iron sand palm, soak your head in an iron pot and keep polishing it?"

It's so hard!

You have to find a way to improve this problem, after all, you have to find your own way.

Fu Qingjun looked at the hair that was gradually growing and said softly: "However, the second transformation of the hair.... This should have something to do with the fact that I absorbed almost the entire Sun Dynasty's gods and demons. ”

After all, except for Jiaxia, the Great Grandmaster of the Essence and Spirit of the entire Demon Kingdom, the strongest creature on the ground, has already been absorbed by himself!!

It's the strongest creature on earth!

If you are in the realm of light wheel rather than body type, each one is comparable to your own Jiang Yang!

"It's obvious that I'm in the second realm, and my hair is getting stronger. ”

"In other words, I'm like using my hair, sowing and spreading it, and then when it's ripe and developing, I reap it... This can strengthen my soul, which is equivalent to superimposing my own soul strength!"

Fu Qingjun had already vaguely understood something.

It's a way of its own ascension: develop civilization, and then reap.

He put down the liquor that had been drained of his soul, "The soul level has been drunk, and the physical level can be drunk again, and there is still unimaginable nourishment." ”

But he wasn't going to drink it, his body was too fragile, and he had just started cultivating martial arts, and his weakness was not replenished.

Fu Qingjun himself sorted out his thoughts, and after finishing all these miscellaneous matters, he began to study the other side.

Sent Jiaxia into the tunnel.

"It's true that there's nuclear radiation over there, but Jiaxia is already an extraordinary creature... He shouldn't be killed. Fu Qingjun took a deep breath and reopened the tunnel.

There was a faint amount of radiation coming from there.

"I don't know what Jiaxia has become?" Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, "When he left, he brought a few biological races with him..."

This is your own SSR card.

Your own strongest workhorse.

As for Jiaxia running away, Fu Qingjun was not worried.

Because after trying, he found that these are his dependents, and he can control their life and death, as long as they are not far away, he can sense his location and existence.

They may be able to break free from their own shackles, but their souls must be strong and crush themselves far to break free... Although he can't beat them, his soul is still very confident.

Bang la blah.

Fu Qingjun expertly tentatively reached into his hair, sensing the entrance over there.

But in a trance, Fu Qingjun suddenly noticed something, "Wait, it seems that something is wrong, the tunnel I opened for Jiaxia at that time does not seem to have nuclear radiation..."

Sent to the wrong place?

He thought about it before he noticed something unusual.

At that time, death and extinction caused my thinking to not be on this at all, and the tunnel opened at that time did not have the breath of nuclear radiation at all.

That is, to open an unknown tunnel yourself?

His whole person was not good, and sure enough, when he sensed that on the other side of the earth tunnel, except for the breath of nuclear radiation, there was no trace of Jiaxia at all.

He took another look at the entire broken ancient ship, and the main sail was inexplicably and permanently broken, and he was nowhere to be found.

"The ship is completely broken again?"

"Wait, how come the ship has other functions, and I accidentally hit and turned it on?"

"Also, if a permanent part of the ship is sacrificed, where will Jiaxia be sent?"

Fu Qingjun was a little dumbfounded.

Then the mysterious ancient ship against the sky, it is obvious that a mysterious existence from an unknown dimension has descended on the earth, and now it has lost a part of it forever... How terrible it is.

This is the strongest SSR card that I have worked so hard to cultivate, Kasa of God.

Turned out to be missing?

Where did he go with his respect for the three ancient gods?

Fu Qingjun was in a trance, but there was really no way, so he slowly fell asleep in the middle of the night.

....

Early the next morning.

The sky was gray and not yet completely bright.

"It's more than five o'clock. ”

Fu Qingjun woke up from the bed, washing his face and brushing his teeth in a bit of a daze.

After one night, the ants did their job so well that they even made a pocket watch that could no longer be called a pocket watch, only a coin was slightly larger.

Fu Qingjun tried adjusting it and found that it was not very accurate.

But it doesn't matter, it's just the first time you make it, and you can be proficient later.

"Let's go out for a walk and buy a table by the way. Fu Qingjun thought about it, and he didn't keep the money for lunch today, so he planned to go out directly.

Pocket watches were a luxury item for the aristocracy in this era, and they were sure to fetch a high price.

He thought for a moment, put on his coat, picked up the pot of sunflowers that had withered and died from the fire, and walked out of the room.

He walked out and came to a garden cemetery, in front of which there were all kinds of flowers.

The morning fog was gray and there were dewdrops everywhere.

Very early in the morning, there were already many pedestrians who came to sweep the grave because it was a death day.

"Jiaxia, I don't know where you went, but with your ability, you won't fall anywhere. Fu Qingjun squatted down, dug a pit in front of a marginal forest, and buried the flower pot in the soil with the sunflower.

"Erecting a monument for you, here is your ancient coffin and dynasty, and it can be regarded as the end of the spirit of the times. ”

Fu Qingjun did not hesitate, buried the tombstone and left.

The withered sunflowers, flower pots, flowers, melon seeds, buried in the cemetery behind him... Who knew that there was once a great civilization buried on it, a vast epic hymn?

Just as he walked outside again, suddenly there was a blonde and blue-eyed foreign woman next to him, pulling the child to sit on the chair next to him.

The child is holding a book and reading.

"Westerners?"

Fu Qingjun felt that it was rare, after all, this was an autonomous region, and foreigners had to register when they came in, after all, this era of the industrial revolution was independent of the history he knew.

In this world, looking at the corner of martial arts, and the self-driving cars passing by, you know that there is obviously a mysterious and unknown power... It cannot be speculated on the basis of normal history.

He walked slowly.

The child was still reading in the morning and spoke a fluent foreign language, "The legendary ancient god, the Anunnaki, arrived on the ancient Nibiru and handed it over to the earth..."

Fu Qingjun has been studying for many years in the third year of high school, and his reading comprehension is naturally full and he can understand it.

"Kids. The blonde woman smiled gently, sat down on a bench in the park by the roadside, pointed to his book, and said, "Do you know what Anunnaki and Nibiru mean?"

The child said crisply: "Nibiru, in Sumerian mythology for thousands of years, means 'ferry'. ”

"The meaning of Anunnaki, in Sumerian, Anunnaki refers to a person who falls from the sky, but in this ancient land, Indian mythology also records this ancient and mysterious god, Anu is an ant, Naki is a friend, Anunnaki means.... Ant friends. ”

Fu Qingjun turned around, his expression changing.