Wait for him to die early, so that he can plant a tree in his grave.

But after waiting for many years, he is still alive and kicking. Zhou Sheng had to wonder if his feelings were accurate.

It's always good that there aren't dead people, there are really few familiar people around, and most of them are buried in the past and lost.

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In a few days, it will be the Shangyuan Festival, no matter how much civilization develops to that level, festivals are always indispensable. Without festivals, there would be no revelry, and people's lives would have become a stagnant water. On those sand-like continents in the Holy Land of the Flood Desolation, there lived a group of ordinary beings. They don't know what the world really looks like, and naturally they don't know that the place where they live has actually shifted a long distance.

It's always good to only see the sky in front of you.

The Holy Land of Tallinn, the mainland where the Tang Dynasty is located, Chang'an City.

Strings of red lanterns hang on the streets, and the curfew at night has been lifted, so even if you come out and hang out until the early hours of the morning, there will be no fierce officers and soldiers who will trouble you.

Standing on the Gan terrace, looking at the thousands of lights, I was very happy.

No matter how the world changes, the lives of the people at the bottom will continue like this, maintaining the old habits.

The sky is falling, just endure it. Anyway, there are tall people on top, so they don't need to come out.

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Slowly walked to a remote courtyard in the palace, which was very desolate, and there was no lively atmosphere on the streets of Chang'an, which was ghostly.

The little eunuchs tiptoed and stood on tiptoe when they walked, not daring to make too much noise.

In this courtyard full of fallen leaves lived an old widow, whose husband had died, and her son had been killed by herself. The woman who ruled the Tang Dynasty finally ended her glorious reign, and in her later years she was also very helpless, and the new prince who was surrounded by the remnants of the Li family was imprisoned here, lonely and desolate.

When I took off my heavy makeup, it turned out that my temples were also full of gray hair.

The populace is always forgetful. When her time passed, she would say it for two days at most, and then forget it in her mind. Forget the deeds of this legendary empress, firewood, rice, oil and salt are all they think about.

"Beans. It's a little cold here, move a few stoves another day, look at the air conditioning, like a ghost nest, I don't know and think I've walked into Beibi Mountain......"

Red Bean followed behind, stepping on his shadow reflected in the dim light. With a lunch box on his arm, the meal was just cooked. It's still hot.

"Uncle, I guess I won't need it, this yard will be sealed tomorrow......"

"Oh~~"

A little lost, that woman can't survive tomorrow.

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Barren yards. The woman with a full head of hair sat on a wicker chair, still wearing her favorite imperial robe, but her hair was already messy.

She was holding a snow-white civet cat in her arms, the hair was too white, and the white was a little bewitching.

"You're here. Hmm~~, the meal is fragrant".

She gobbled up, ate her last meal, and left with a smile. Only the big tanuki accompanied her, licking her cheeks.

"Buried it~~"

Zhou Sheng was even more lonely. He felt that he was a mourning star, and he was mourning these familiar people.

There is a limit to life, no matter how rebellious it is, you will die in the end. He is not omnipotent, otherwise he would not be so embarrassed and unable to return to the world he likes.

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"Meow, meow~~"

The snow-white tanuki watched its owner ignore him, and still meowed.

Zhou Sheng picked up the cat, looked into its eyes, and felt weird.

"Meow~~"

The tanuki meowed and struggled to jump out of his arms, the cat's paws slashing at the back of his hand, a few bloody marks.

"This cat is ominous, let's bury it with it."

"Cats have nine lives, so if you bury them like this, it is estimated that they will become ghosts, so let's burn them to ashes and bury them......"

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Walking out of the palace, pacing in the wide square in front of the Xuanwu Gate.

The moonlight covered him with a silver veil, and his eyebrows were a little frosty. Stepping on pieces of bluestone slabs, jumping grids, and recalling his life, it seems that it is not bad, God still loves him very much.

It's just that he walked in a hurry, and the people on the road left too fast, so he didn't be impressed.

Tonight another old man is gone, and he will build another grave.

As he walked, he came to the mouth of the well and jumped in. He felt something inside calling to him. His feeling has always been very accurate, I don't know if it will be accurate this time.

Soon, he came into contact with the cold well water. At night, the well water resembles a silvery white silver soup.

There is a moon in the well, but there is no monkey to catch the moon.

The ripples wrinkled the moon, and the moon shattered.

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Landing, landing, and landing, until you reach that shallow layer of subterranean water.

It's shallow, but it's for ordinary life. Of course, it is very shallow for Zhou Sheng.

This reservoir stores seawater, and the surrounding sea water is constantly pouring into the well, spewing out like a volcanic eruption.

In the midst of that sea there is a book called Genesis, an ancient book that was born of the creation of the sea.

It's this book that is calling him, and when he takes it to see, it's a wordless book.

A wordless book is not really wordless, and it needs a carrier to read the words it records. It may not be called words, but what is born in the ocean of creation does not have to be in the form of words.

Absorbed into the body, the combat power suddenly increased wildly.

As for how much he has improved, it's no longer what he pays attention to, it's just clear, it's very strong.

Books disappear, and what opens up is the real abandoned world. This book of creation is only a key.

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This world is an ancient temple, a bronze lamp.

The lights are lit up, and an immortal ladder is opened.

Legend has it that when you walk up to the ladder of heaven, you can touch the last void and emptiness, and you can also touch the end of everything.

Zhou Sheng walked up slowly, as for what he saw, only he knew it.

I was bored, so I went back to the well and continued to catch fish.

As soon as he came back, he got the news that he was dead, which made him cry and laugh, this guy's feeling is really accurate.

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She was killed by Jagana, but Jagana was also badly injured, and the Temple of Civilization was still there, but it was red with blood.

There were no corpses left, so I had to make a clothed grave.

He was buried on a continent with only a lonely grave. Soon, the god of flowers also died, and if he didn't want to live, he naturally had to die. Another grave.

The small bag of sycamore seeds was finally sprinkled on the nutrient-rich land, watering a mixture of dew, snow and well water to thrive.

The sycamore saplings slowly grew up under the moisture of the sun, supporting the canopy.

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Looking at the sycamore trees, he was very happy, this sycamore tree is really good, it has time connotation.

When the tree was planted, the mud was washed from the hands, and the tree sat down to rest, then he turned his gaze to the creatures who created the ocean beyond.

The three big guys are still not gone, they are recuperating from their injuries, and they are staring at the creation ocean.

He felt that the soil should be moistened with their blood, after all, the rain could no longer regain the dust, so use blood rain.

In the penultimate era of the destruction calendar, Zhou Sheng killed the demon lord, and his own combat power exceeded 30 million.

In the penultimate era of the Destruction Calendar, Jagana, who had been eyeing her, had no choice but to retreat, just because the opponent's strength had reached 40 million.

Carrying the last civilization, carrying the last glory of hundreds of millions of civilizations, he has the most powerful combat power. No one is his opponent except to destroy the original meaning.

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Time and space are getting less and less, more and more time and space are turning into nothingness, and the starry world is finally slowly coming, giving people a feeling of Mount Tai pressing the top.

The creation of the ocean is like a stone ball, suspended alone in the sky surrounded by stars.

The ears rumble every moment, this is the destruction of the ocean is pouring divine power.

The Ocean of Destruction is no longer the ocean when time and space were just born, as the Ocean of Creation slowly decreases, the power of creation is transformed into the power of destruction through the carrier of civilization, and this behemoth is even stronger, accumulating the energy of countless eras to open the floodgates and release water, and there are crazy divine powers pouring down every moment.

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Lao Wang teased the two fat cats, just staring at the sea of stars outside, very scared in his heart.

The withered old hand subconsciously pinched it, and suddenly the big white meow jumped up.

He pinched a handful of snow-white cat hair in his hand.

The big white cat's eyes looked at him in fear, I don't know if he was afraid of the big grave outside, or afraid of this guy who pulled his own hair.

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Hou Yi is wiping his bow and arrows, and Ji Chen is sorting out the memories of his previous life. The water is born in the degree, and the water flows eastward in front of the gaze of the Yellow River.

Li Bai was singing and praising that the water of the Yellow River came up from the sky and flowed to the sea and never returned.

Fan Zhong is worried about the country and the people, Du Fu scolds Zhumen for wine and meat, Bai Juyi reads at night, and Ouyang Xiu loves his niece......

This day has finally come, and all beings are either singing or crying.

Either way, destruction still came on time. All the time and space together were swallowed up by the sea of stars, and only the ocean of creation remained.

The well, there is no more water flowing out of the well, and the groundwater has dried up.

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PS: All night tonight until the end!