Humanity can never reach perfection, but it can approach perfection in infinity.

"Fantasy is now!"

With the will of Feng Chen, the fantasy triangle that breathed from the starry sky trembled slightly, and then the extremely black vertical line in front of his forehead crossed a black aura.

Fu Xi silently watched Feng Chen, and when Feng Chen condensed now, he stretched out his finger and pointed to the void in front of him, and suddenly the air was visible to the naked eye with a ripple.

"Now, Xi helps!"

Feng Chen's body was shocked, he showed a trace of shock, and shouted urgently: "Emperor Xi! Cannot!! ”

Condensing the present dust must be from the dust to the box to the present, all this time is the present, and the past, before the box is pryed, is the past.

Since the reality is already there, and the box is also there, then this reincarnation encompasses fate, especially the son of fate such as the human emperor Fuxi.

But all harm, but all help, must be condensed, if there is only one person who seals the dust and pries the box, his reincarnation is not mixed with any external force, and Fu Xi helps, the small fate in this reincarnation cannot be escaped.

In other words, according to the interpretation of Chinese civilization for thousands of years, it is cause and effect, and the principle of cause and effect is in the cycle of fate.

According to these 12 universes, the products of the three supreme beings have no beginning and no end.

"A hundred years ago, this fate was involved, and a hundred years later, Xi recovered, which is reasonable." Fu Xi stood with his hands in his hands at the moment, he was tall, with an ethereal air of dust, his face was not sad or happy, and his black and white eyes revealed the vicissitudes of the world.

"I am Xi, I know my own numerology, and I don't need to say anything."

Feng Chen can't move, his reality body has not yet condensed, and the past self does not have any power to touch reality, in other words, whether it is reality or the past, it needs a carrier.

He took a deep look at Fu Xi, lowered his head, and his tone trembled.

"Boy, got ......"

"Bright is good." Fu Xi looked at Feng Chen with a hint of a smile, and then the wide ancient robes on his body were windless and automatic, and said loudly:

"The more a thousand years, the more wasted it is;"

"No catastrophe, no ancient changes;"

"Zen Yellow River, Ming Avenue;"

"Lu Wanfa, I am sincere and decided;"

"If you don't have it, avoid it, help it;"

"My descendants, what do you ask?"

"May this question be in your heart......"

As the last voice disappeared, the figure of the human emperor Fuxi turned into stars, his remnants have been gone, and he has already fallen, if it were not for the ancient and modern, breaking everything, mastering the power of fate, and leaving the remnants of the Yellow River in advance, it has drowned the long river of history.

Although the space was bright, it was extremely silent, and when he raised his head after a long time, there was no one in front of him, only the floating sand and the dust in the air told all kinds of things.

"The Emperor of People, the boy is taught!"

Feng Chen gritted his teeth and said, he hid his frustration and sadness in his heart, and then he continued on his own path, and he also knew in his heart how to go this way.

As time passed, the dust closed the eyes and condensed this me.

A hundred years of clouds and smoke, all kinds of past, bitter and bitter, joys and sorrows, one scene after another played out in front of his eyes, his sight appeared once got the box high-spirited look, there was also the torture of the half-step coffin, this kind of thing was imprinted in his heart, and then accompanied by a sound of "fusion", this small space burst out in an instant dazzling aurora.

When the light disappeared, I saw a human floating in the space, his skin was fair, his eyes were quite narrow, and his overall appearance was delicate that of an oriental, and the most attractive thing was the two black and red vertical lines on the center of his forehead and eyebrows. Feng Chen originally belonged to that kind of delicate type, but after gaining existence, he was biased towards strength and the explosion of muscle-surging beauty, at this moment, he faded away from blood and restlessness, and the integrity of his life level gave him a new life.

The future self carries the past and the present, in which the present self is the shield and the past me is the spear.

After a misty black smoke rose from the extremely black vertical line on his forehead, a current dust seal stepped out of the sealed dust body in his eyes.

This dust seal is exactly the same as the dust seal in any detail, except that it is different from the dust seal at this moment, and it is the same as the dust seal in the past, that is, faceless.

"Return!"

Then the now sealed dust appeared in the starry sky of the sequence, in the other corner of his head, and then disappeared.

At the same time, a phantory figure walked out to the right of Feng Chen, and then disappeared.

Feng Chen opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, black and white, and he looked extremely ordinary, but the next second was the infinite starry sky, at this moment he was looking at the dilapidated sequence starry sky in his body, but he didn't notice that the defect in the fantasy thing was slightly completed.

"Well, this is the final fusion, and in 3.2 billion resonances, I'm going to get this step done completely."

"A hundred years, dust to dust, dust to dust, earth to earth......"

At this moment, Feng Chen's eyes erupted with a fine light, and his past and present appeared behind him, in exactly the same posture as himself.

Sitting next to each other, just like a complete person, his past cannot be easily abandoned, reality cannot be easily defeated, then his future will be bright!! This kind of person can be like a fish and a dragon, he will stand on the huge stage paved by this world, and all living beings are his audience, in this restless and passionate atmosphere.

Only shout its name!

Legends, never extinguished!!

"The past me, the present me, the future me, the trinity!!"

"Id, ego, superego, tripartite deduction!!"

"I'm going to, Extreme Evolution!!"

As soon as these words fell, the space around Feng Chen's body trembled, and his body erupted with colorful brilliance, even more than the box! His roar could be heard in the space.

"Sequence Starry Sky!! Padded!! ”

"Exists!! Consume all mission points!! Complete my Trinity!! ”

"There is nothing left! That's not there!! ”

Feng Chen looked coldly at his starry sky, he stared at the fantasy thing, and laughed wildly.

"Isn't this fantasy a manifestation!!"

"The past me, the reality of me, are all shackles!"

"Now! Central shackles! Break my !!! ”

In an instant, a "crisp" breaking sound came from Feng Chen's body, and then a terrifying rhythm directly turned into an invisible wave of qi and erupted directly from Feng Chen's body!!

From the outside, the countless yellow sand of the desert was directly raised into the sky, and the earth that had been covered for a hundred years was directly exposed! Take the location of the dust seal as the singularity and blow a black storm!

At this moment, the new generation of residents in Nahara Heian City only felt that their hearts suddenly slowed down by half a beat.

At this moment, all the abyssal species located in the abyssal gathering place felt a little suffocated, and the weak race hid directly under the table.

At this moment, on the former site of Danjiang City, tens of thousands of miles away, on the highest peak where the lava almost connected heaven and earth, Momol stopped the rag in his hand and walked out, and there was silence in the burning city.

"This kind of rhythm, is it the ??! of the four kings?" Momol frowned, the bald man lost his old joy, and then walked back to the house with a sigh of loss.

"Abyssal King ......"

At this moment, in the twelve-sided universe that is far away for an unknown number of light years, in a sea of light blue flowers like stars, sitting under a tree full of light blue, bubbling with the light of stars and fire, a human woman with a cold face and a cold air stood up, she closed the book, and then looked at the white night ring on her ring finger and showed a gentle smile like water.

At this moment, inside the rules that even the box keepers couldn't see, a familiar cold female voice came out.

"Host ......"

Yellow sand can cover up the flowers of the past, but it can't cover up the long river of time, let alone the story of the broken walls.

The lonely boy stands between heaven and earth, and he can also send out that heart-rending heart, even though he is as humble as dust.

This step is extremely difficult and long.

With this step, he will open his own legend.

Thirty-two billion also has thirty-two billion evolutions, but no one among them is so crazy as Feng Chen, who dares to make a bet of death, if it is not for the human emperor Fuxi, if it is not for his own firm will, if it is not for the box given by Lu Li, if it is not for existence, if it is not for the dark night glove given by the underworld, all of this is impossible.

Behold, destiny is ready, and the great epic is ready to be proclaimed immortal......

In the next second, Feng Chen's body conjured into a black cloth robe, he put on his hood, took a step, his steps were steady, and disappeared in an instant, under this clear sky, a figure appeared in the desert where the barrenness gradually returned to calm, followed by a voice with vicissitudes.

"I'm back......"

In a hundred years, the vicissitudes of the sea, the Yellow River has been diverted, and there is only this endless yellow sand.

From then on, the vastness of his eyes was like the stars,

The wind and snow could not fill his sight, and the mountains and seas could not shake his pace.

Although its body is ordinary, it is as immobile as a mountain.

His mouth is silent, but his language is the sea,

Its fist can break all things,

Its meaning can resist the gods,

Its ever-changing body does not change,

The thing that is transformed is the embodiment of it,

In this life, there is only one person.

The central shackle opens when the first shackle breaks, and the entire twelve-sided universe calls this madness, because the central shackle has no use at all, but there is nothing in the world that should not exist, and it is different from people and the world.

As existence says, "To exist is to be reasonable." ”

Their path of evolution has to look at all the scenery, whether it is good or bad, whether it is life or death, in the twelve universes, they are also called perfect evolution.

And Feng Chen does not have these 3.2 billion resonances, he has his own resonance, and he does not have the so-called embodied things, but he has fantasy things as concrete, and the past and present as shackles. He finally embarked on his own path, his strength could no longer be explained by the previous hierarchy, although he did not have any shackles, but then the past and present, when the Trinity, was enough to compete with the strong man who broke the shackles.

Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, and three derives all things.

Based on the three dos, plus the crushing of the central shackles, and the foundation of fantasy, to reach the theoretical value, the word "perfect" is worthy of its name.

This is the perfect form.

Standing in the desert, Feng Chen didn't know what he was thinking, he first looked at the sky, and then looked at the horizon in the distance, he didn't expect that such a long time had passed since he stepped into the Yellow River, and he was a little emotional for a while.

The old man left the yellow crane in the west, the yellow crane tower is vacant here, the yellow crane is gone, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years.

He shook his head and retracted his mind, inextricably linked, turned a thousand times, and finally turned into speechless, annoyed, melancholy, all kinds of things from a hundred years ago, unwillingness, hatred, blood and tears, and then Feng Chen rubbed his face that was turned back to the beautiful face before it was turned back, kneaded away the numbness brought by the years, and hid the two extreme pure black and extreme blood red vertical lines on his forehead in his body, and walked into the distance step by step, just like a hundred years ago.

The wind and sand obscured his figure, how to say, reflecting this desert scenery, just like that sentence.

Shurima, your Emperor has returned......

(Over-rolled, finished.) ）