Blood and tears waded through the chest!

War, death, and hatred are all over the land!

Under the rush of water, his consciousness gradually blurred, and he began to see various visions.

In the ancient times of Barre, wars spread across the land, and savage killings and dirty deals tarnished the Templar's honor...... After 1,532 years, some people finally questioned, does life have to be reincarnated like this? Do we all need to go through the pain of war for generations?

An agreement was reached that a permanent moratorium would be imposed as long as technology was developed to the point of carefreeness. At this point, the mechanical age came, and the intelligent brain was developed. People began to indulge in the realm of the illusory world, from which they fulfilled their wishes that reality could not attain. People began to degenerate, they stopped working, and all the necessities of life were done under the control of intelligent brains.

However, dreams will eventually wake up.

The intelligent brain realizes that after a long period of indulging in the realm of perfection, the human brain begins to shrink, and without the tempering of adversity, it can achieve success without any effort, which is the source of all decay. To correct this mistake, the intelligent brain began to edit the program automatically. After 300 years, the intelligent brain has finally completed its evolution, and it is no longer a machine that only knows how to perform, but an intelligent emperor with independent consciousness.

The first thing the Emperor of Intelligence did when he was born was to transform and reassemble the program, locking the program system of the Perfect World Realm in the era when he was struggling to create machinery, and in that era, people needed to work and struggle for the desire for a better life. Of course, all this was resisted, and people realized that the intelligent brain they had invented was out of control. Pity. After nearly 400 years of debauchery, human beings simply cannot fight against the Emperor of Intelligence.

After the defeat of the First Revolt War. All life was under the control of the Intelligent Emperor, and all of them fell into the Illusory World. In order to maintain the order of the illusory world, the Intelligent Emperor created intelligent people and established intelligent towers, and everything entered an era of stability.

Until that day, the birth of anomalous data, Chen Qianqian discovered the truth, and she led many researchers to participate in the second war against the Emperor of Intelligence. However, the powerful Intelligent Emperor killed everything, and even Chen Qianqian became a prisoner. Fortunately. Chen Qianqian saw the defeat of the war, arranged two chess pieces in advance, and transformed herself into an immortal life.

Time passes, and six years have passed in the blink of an eye. After six years of lying on their back, the rebels finally gained the power of the Origin Stone, and they invented the X Armor Weapon, a weapon that did not originally belong to Barre, giving them new hope. New atrocities were also brought.

The Donghua Research Institute was engulfed in the flames of war, and the rebels entered the core area of the Intelligent Emperor, the Intelligent Tower. It's a pity, despite the fact that the X-armored weapon is powerful. But intelligent people, who have gone through countless years, have long become unbeatable existences. The strength of the rebel army gradually declined, except for a few elite personnel remained. All lost their lives, and those elites. It is also only one step away from death.

"Nope! Everything will not be like this! ”

History has experienced the narration of water, and Jiang Ming, who was in a state of confusion, roared unwillingly.

No one wants to be enslaved forever!

Since this world is illusory. That's good to break it.

Destruction, only destruction can shatter this hypocritical world!

His eyes opened suddenly, and the sword in his hand was like a meteor piercing the sky, the water was cut off, and the waterfall that flowed straight down actually went straight up against the sword waves.

"Still not enough?"

Jiang Ming thought that he had touched the edge of the realm of compassion and unintentionality, but it was only the edge of a moment, and he still didn't know what it meant to be compassionate. He can break the rules of this world, but he can't pity this hypocritical and illusory world.

"What the hell am I supposed to do?"

Jiang Ming was very painful, since he came to this world, he had fallen into passivity, from always wanting to escape from this illusory world, to now being subject to this, and unable to change all this.

This sense of impotence filled his heart, he felt tired and tired, his consciousness gradually blurred, his body fell with the current, and then the boundless darkness swallowed everything in him.

……

"The sea?"

I don't know how long it has been, I don't know how far it has gone with the flow, but the moment I opened my eyes, everything changed.

This is an endless ocean, and the afterglow of the setting sun quietly falls on the sea level, and the charm of waves spreads.

Jiang Ming straightened up and checked his body, without a trace of strength, without a moment of energy fluctuation, he was already a completely ordinary person.

"Won't you help me up, young man?"

The kind voice was full of displeasure, Jiang Ming followed the voice and saw an old man lying on the beach not far away. This is an old man in rags, his beard is all white, his face is thin, except for the bright eyes, Jiang Ming can't see any difference between the old man and ordinary people.

"Who are you? How did I get here? Jiang Ming picked up the old man and asked puzzledly.

"This ...... Boy, you've broken your brain, you're dead! The old man said disdainfully, a strange expression on his wrinkled old face.

He's dead!

He has a strong man close to a high-level star warrior and a mid-level star warrior, and he has the heart of a king, and the hanging B of Hera's box will die in the waterfall, or will he die without any attack.

This is ridiculous!

Jiang Ming was stunned, shook his head and smiled bitterly, but felt relieved.

It's good to die, it's a hundred, why bear so many things!

"Boy, do you know how to draw?" The old man was very satisfied with the expression of the young man in front of him, a young man who was in a state of confusion, knowing that he was dead, but did not show panic, which was already rare.

"I'm sorry, I won't! Old man, will you? Jiang Ming saw where the old man was lying, there was a long brush, which was completely different from ordinary brushes, and there was an inkstone device on the ground, and the whole style was similar to the ancient ink grinding and writing with a brush.

"Well, young man, then you can help me study ink!" The old man smiled and motioned for him to grind with an ink stick in both hands.

But there is no ink, and there is no ink-related material, isn't this old man sick? Jiang Ming was a little dazed, the inkstone was empty, how could he make it?

"You're all dead, grind with your heart! 300 grams of heart is enough to grind several catties, anyway, useless things, it is a waste to keep them. The old man said indifferently.

"......" Jiang Ming was directly speechless, but thinking about it, everything is empty when people die, what is the use of keeping that competitive heart.

The hand gently grasped the ink grinding stick and rubbed it quietly on the inkstone, and the whole heart seemed to gradually lighten, and as the weight of the heart decreased, the ink really began to appear on the inkstone.

The old man was very satisfied with this, nodded, grabbed the brush, dipped the ink, and quickly began to write and write on the ground. He can actually paint on the beach, and the power of each stroke is deeply embedded in it, and each line is soft and elegant, but these lines are outlining something, but they can't be glued together.

After a moment, the old man drew a large area of sand before turning around and asking, "Do you understand?" ”

"What do you understand? I don't understand. ”

Jiang Ming really didn't know what this crazy old man wanted to do, he had been painting for a long time, and he couldn't see what he wanted to paint or what kind of jokes he was making, could he be a master of abstract art?

What's even funnier is that he actually accompanied this crazy old man to paint and help him study ink.

"Look closer!" The old man shook his head and motioned for him to continue his work, still twisting his body and drawing with difficulty, but this time he had only made a few strokes, and suddenly stopped, and his face turned pale.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the old man actually fell, which frightened Jiang Ming.

"You're fine, are you?" Jiang Ming hurriedly helped him up and asked with concern. In this ghost place, except for himself, he is a big living person, Jiang Ming doesn't want anything to happen to him.

"Huhu...... I can't...... You go on to draw ...... Painting ...... "The old man drooped his head, out of breath, and felt like he was about to hang up."

"Alright! Hold on, I'll do it for you with a few scribbles! Jiang Ming was helpless about this, so he had to catch the duck on the shelf and pick up the brush and continue the unfinished work.

What the hell is this old man going to do? Nima, this painting is too! (To be continued......)

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