Fu Qingjun watched the birth and fall of the entire demon civilization.

Their seemingly long more than 20 civilizations are, in my eyes, just a few moments, just going out and bragging about the trumpet, spending a few days studying the pattern of this new world...

But for the life within, it is already all.

Fu Qingjun sat at the table, overlooking Jiaxia with tears streaming down his face on the blazing flames, somewhat emotionally complicated.

At this moment, the god-killing and upheaval in the desktop sand table world made him completely realize:

Raised on a wooden table, it's not a simple petri dish of an ant's nest...

Since I gave these ants a higher soul and a true intelligent life, it is far from that simple.

Raised on a pear blossom wood table...

It is a wise civilization.

They develop in such a small tabletop sand table, but they have their own spirit and courage!

From the perspective of the history of the development of intelligent life, there is no essential difference between the ant creatures here and the primitive humans on this earth 5,000 years ago.

Fu Qingjun suddenly thought of the battle between Chiyou and the Yellow Emperor, and even the myths and stories of various other ancient primitive tribes.

"Now I am not high in the sky, as an eternal and vast ancient god, overlooking and witnessing.... The ancient history of the ant civilization, the tribal myth?"

"An epic of vast waves. ”

Fu Qingjun hesitated for a few seconds, looking down at Jiaxia, his expression gradually becoming solemn.

Back then, the timid and cowardly thin red ant told the whole land of ancient miracles, but was questioned by the sentient beings to besiege and kill, and then he crawled alone on the earth, even if he learned that the gods no longer blessed the people of the earth, he did not cry and despair so much, he still decided to save the people who besieged him...

Without a god, he became a god himself.

Without a future, he creates it himself.

The boy who wrote the blasphemy slate once again ruled the people on the earth in another way, and created glory through countless sufferings, but after all, it was the second time that he was besieged and killed by all beings.

"It's like a great horror of fate. ”

Fu Qingjun was shocked in his heart, he was a teenager after all.

For a while, facing this lonely old man who was lonely and vicissitudes, he lived as a great existence of a mythical epic, a great hero king who should have lived in a myth and led people forward in public, admired in his heart, but he didn't know what to say.

"It's the second time, Jiaxia. ”

Fu Qingjun's voice pierced through the vast mist and landed on the entire shattered land of flames.

"yes, it's the second time..."

Jiaxia's voice was hoarse, looking at the vast unknowable beings in the sky.

For the first time, he had a distant line of sight, and although it was still hazy, he could already see the outline clearly.

Majestic, majestic, magnificent, vast, all-encompassing, as huge as the whole world... No word in the world can describe it all!!

Three ancient gods descended at the same time.

The white vortex of the countless fine-grained labyrinths swirling in the mist is the one that contains all the truths of the world, the god of knowledge, Hommons!

The endless black cylinder that floats in the mist and pierces the endless time and space is the god of creation, Amiro, who contains all things and life in the entire world!

The last huge face that is difficult to see the outline of, formless and substantial, I am afraid that it is the legendary nameless god of wisdom!

Three in one!

Three of the oldest beings are coming at the same time!

Jiaxia should have revered and revealed enough etiquette, but at this moment, looking at the vast existence that seemed to have passed through the eternal times, he couldn't help but cry loudly.

His cry was heartbreaking.

Perhaps the majestic gods who are forever absent outside can only expose their weakness here.

Fu Qingjun was also silent, he dragged his cheeks with one hand, his hair was flying, he looked at the burning table half a meter away, and hesitated, "Jiaxia, you are not a real god, and you have no obligation to protect the people on the earth. ”

Jiaxia burst into tears, but slowly raised her head, and said with great seriousness: "It is precisely because I am not a god that I protect the people on the earth." ”

"Because only you can protect yourself. ”

At this moment, he seemed to be the young man back then, and suddenly pointed to the earth, the remains of Odyssel and all the warriors, and said somewhat lonely: "In this world, there are still people with good hearts, and this is enough." ”

Fu Qingjun was silent.

Jiaxia's breath is languishing, decaying, and depleted.

His figure was getting old, as if the oil had run out.

There is no jade tree in the wind, there is no invincible domineering, and the heroic spirit of the dragon and tiger, like a twilight old man...

His realm...

Fell.

This world-shattering hero barely broke through the fourth realm of the mysterious martial arts in human history, which has no record at all, but instantly regressed back...

Even, the third realm of martial arts began to collapse...

Fu Qingjun knew that he was in pain in his heart, his face was hideous, this had become a demon, the will of martial arts was completely unstable, and Jiaxia was going to become a completely wasted person...

Jiaxia's heart was broken.

The heart is dead.

And the man died.

There is no greater mourning than the death of the heart.

Although Fu Qingjun has only only cultivated martial arts, he also knows that if a person collapses the faith in his heart, then he will be completely decadent, live in fear, and it will be difficult to rise again.

Fu Qingjun was silent for a few seconds, not knowing how to help the other party and redeem the collapse of his martial arts faith.

Suddenly, Fu Qingjun opened his mouth and said coldly:

"Jiaxia, you are the greatest hypocrite in this world. ”

Jiaxia was stunned, wiped her tears, and suddenly asked, "Dare to ask the god of wisdom, what is true and good?"

He seemed to have some guesses that it might be the god of wisdom who was talking to him, and only wisdom could communicate.

Fu Qingjun said lightly: "There is a child named Jiaxia in the life created by God, as long as he sees people who are in pain and sorrow, he will also suffer, so he tries to help those people."

At the same time, if God created a copy of Jiaxia, he would have no consciousness and would only imitate the actions of the boy to help the people on earth. God gave each of them a name, one called Truth and Truth, and the other Hypocrisy. ”

"Say, 'Who is true and good, and who is hypocritical?'

When Jiaxia heard this, she was stunned, and suddenly smiled without thinking: "Of course it's that copied life, it's pseudo...."

His expression suddenly froze, and his pupils dilated.

Wrong..

Wrong..

His expression froze completely, as if he had turned into a statue.

"I see!

"There is no truth and goodness in this world, all of them are hypocrisy!"

Jiaxia suddenly laughed wantonly, "I seem to help them, what I want is only my own inner comfort and their gratitude to repay the favor, which is not really good..."

It's an invisible deal!

A terrible thought flashed through Jiaxia's heart.

He remembered the words of God after the first time the people besieged him:

[Worship, offerings, killing, sacrificing fellow soldiers, all the cumbersome and superficial rituals of worship are taken for granted by you, not so much as a belief in God, but a desire to make constant deals with God.] ]

I'm also making a deal.

It's the god who makes the deal in reverse... That side.

He is eager to make a deal with the people of the earth, their worship, their worship, their respect, their faith... He took it for granted as a trading chip for mortals.

"I, after all, am not the true god of wisdom, and I help the people of the earth only for the sake of inner satisfaction, longing for their worship and becoming their leader. Jiaxia said hoarsely: "If I didn't think like this in my heart, I wouldn't be so troubled by gains and losses." ”

"This is a deal! That's why I'm so angry!" He suddenly had a kind of dark aura in his whole person, completely breaking free, no longer obsessed with the attitude of the common people towards him, and his expression was free and easy.

Hahahaha!!

"If it is the true God of the world, it is my business to help the common people on the earth, what does their worship and hatred of me have to do with me?"

He burst out laughing, and the laughter grew louder and louder, passing through the entire burning tabletop, and the whole abyssal creatures hiding beneath the earth heard the wild laughter.

Rumble...

Rumble!

In an instant, a huge spirit enveloped the entire heaven and earth, with an inexplicable sacredness.

As if ****, the huge spirit spirit shrouded his head and a vast huge spiritual figure lingered, which was his own face, the martial arts spirit of the true god.

At this moment, Jiaxia returned to the third realm and went straight to the fourth realm.