PS: Codewords feel like paying off a mortgage. When I first embarked on this road of no return, on the one hand, I loved it, and on the other hand, I had no money, and I needed money. But now there is only the second thing left, and the original intention is slowly changed by reality.

In the blink of an eye, it's a million words! A whole million words, what concept? More than 300 essays! If you change it to a junior high school student's essay, it's more than 1,000. That's a really big number for me. I can't imagine how I managed to stick with it for a few months. At the very least, I sit in front of my computer for three or four hours a day.

Getting out of the Jade Gate and entering the depths of darkness is a helpless choice, and it is also the only choice.

Always find a way to avoid trouble.

At least, it's a good way.

The depths of darkness, the way this ancient migration beyond, are almost entirely shrouded in a dark fog that cannot be explored or unveiled.

But when you stand here, you realize that it's no different.

The air still smells like that, full of gloom and desolation. Most of the regions of this world have this taste, and it is the same everywhere. The hell where the creatures live is so small that large areas are desolate and uninhabited.

It's still the same pitch black sky, if, overhead...... If there really is a sky.

It was pitch black when I looked up, and the Dark Realm was not a round place, and I couldn't see the edge when I looked up. There seems to be more mystery there.

Zhou Sheng had been imagining it before. If the Great Realm of Darkness is layered on top of each other. Then the creatures in the upper layer will stand on the edge, overlooking the dark continent below, will they pee......

There has been a lot of rain in these years, and of course it's not that someone peed. Because if a living creature can run into the dark sky, then it can't be called a living creature.

The reason why living beings are called living beings is because living beings are not omnipotent, and there are things that they cannot do.

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The time is not counted in the year.

This ancient road is not without living creatures, and there are many people outside the Saiwai.

At the beginning, the Hitomi clan walked this ancient road. They also have to eat, and they also have to drive livestock, so it is impossible not to leave some traces.

These lives are born from these traces.

For example, when some livestock died, the meat was eaten, and the bones were thrown on the side of the road. Then the living creatures crawled out of the marrow, and civilization was born out of ignorance.

For that mysterious and ancient people, anything is possible.

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Walking, walking, passing by a melon field.

The melon is a watermelon, and the gourd is a sand pulp. A melon farmer is a melon farmer.

The melon farmer enjoyed the cool under the big tree, and the mat hat was used as a fan in his hand. Pu fanned the wind.

crossed Erlang's legs and hummed a little song.

The watermelon is almost ripe, so watch it too. lest they be spoiled by the storks, wild boars, mountain rats, and the like.

The watermelon vines are still verdant, but the size of the watermelon is not small. The big black-skinned watermelon, flicked with his fingernails, and the low sound of a thump was obviously ripe.

If you are thirsty on the road, you naturally have to eat a few pieces of watermelon to quench your thirst.

How can you not entertain those who come in the dust?

The melon farmer invited him to eat watermelon, picked a large one, split a crack with one palm, and then broke it vigorously, and the watermelon juice flowed down, staining the watermelon skin with dirt.

The watermelon is warm and a little not brittle, which is inevitable, after all, the sun has been shining for many days and has not gone down.

It is best to ice it with cold well water.

The two of them buried themselves in watermelon, and now it would be better to have some roast duck and some soju, which would be even more wonderful.

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Melon farmers have grown watermelons all their lives, and their ancestors have been doing so for generations.

Since he was a child, he would catch storks and snakes in the melon fields. By now, he is also old, and his children and grandchildren also grow watermelons.

These hundreds of acres of watermelon fields produce a stubble of watermelons. Every year, the watermelons are big and round.

In recent years, the soil in the melon field has not been very fertile.

The old melon farmers mixed the grass ash with manure to improve the cracked soil, but it still didn't have much use.

Everyone who goes into the dark depths will come here to eat a watermelon, wipe their mouth, and then continue walking.

Not only the two camps, but also those more distant platforms, they also converged on the front.

The meaning of life is to keep exploring.

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After eating the watermelon, the melon farmer patted the basket next to him and motioned for him to put the watermelon money in.

Zhou Sheng touched the whole body, and only then did he find three copper plates. The copper plate was sewn into the seams of the clothes, which was a habit developed back then. When I walked, I pinched the copper plate between the corners of my clothes, and my heart was steady, this is a big bowl of beef noodles!

didn't want to spend these three copper plates, but pinched a gold ingot and threw it into it generously.

"Your watermelon is sweet. Hopefully, when I come back, I'll be able to eat this watermelon......"

The melon farmer leaned on the tree, leaned against the rough bark and rubbed it left and right, tickling it in this way. The bark of the great tree had been polished by him.

"There is no watermelon to eat, my children and grandchildren all think that watermelons can't sell for much money, they are tired and bitter, digging watermelon ditches, planting seedlings, and watering. I'm too tired, and sometimes I don't have a good temper, and I leave after eating, and I don't pay at all. So, they all did other things, and growing watermelons became a side business......"

"If you don't care about planting, the watermelon you grow will also change its taste. When I'm dead, you passers-by won't be able to eat this big, sweet watermelon......

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The melon farmer giggled a few times and thumped his back.

I looked at the gold ingots in the basket and felt the weight. There was a hint of cunning in his eyes, and he seemed quite satisfied with the composition of the gold.

"Stains, natural bull head gold. Yes, you can pick two more and save them for the ...... on the road."

"Good~~"

Zhou Sheng's head that had been lowered raised slightly, he would not refuse this kind of thing. Don't want to say no either!

He carefully selects in the melon fields. Gently rub the skin of each watermelon. Feel how rough it is, how much light it receives.

Even with the watermelon vines, I looked at it carefully, those with thick rhizomes are more nutritious, and the sweeter this watermelon is.

Not far away, a melon farmer who was lying under a big tree and sleeping with his head tilted shouted at him: Boy, look at it, don't play. If you play too much, it won't taste good, it's all cooked, one flavor, just pick two.

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Zhou Sheng just didn't hear it, and continued to knock around there, looking for the sweetest watermelon.

The melon farmer muttered and snorted and fell asleep, not worrying at all about someone stealing his watermelons, because those who did so were now turned into fertilizer.

Holding two large black-skinned watermelons, he continued to walk along the ancient road. A dog's tail grass in his mouth. A faint smell of grass fills the mouth.

As the sun sets, the heartbroken man is really at the end of the world.

The melon fields and melon farmers are gradually moving away. The canopy of the big tree was also soon out of sight.

He sat on a large bluestone on the side of the road and waved his hand to cut two large watermelons, a red melon pulp and a black watermelon seed.

If anything, the second cut watermelon has a hide in it. Gently opened, there is a map of the ancient road that twists and turns.

His luck was clearly good.

Growing watermelons on the ancient road is not a job that ordinary people can do. At least this hand is not easy to grow a map in a watermelon.

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The cut watermelon was put into the realm of the body, so that the wife and children could also taste it, this watermelon was very sweet......

At the very least, the corpse of a half-step master-level person is used as fertilizer to grow watermelons, which is not comparable to other watermelons.

In the melon field just now, there were at least hundreds of half-step master corpses buried under the soil, and the watermelon roots were deeply rooted in it, absorbing nutrients. In this way, these greedy watermelons still think the soil is poor. It is estimated that someone is unlucky again, and perhaps, it will be turned into fertilizer.

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"Ahead is the Eagle's Beak Cliff, which is also the closest stop here. After this platform, more than ten platforms, you will arrive at the most prosperous platform of this ancient road, creating a sea ......"

The Creation Sea is the most prosperous stop on the migration road, and the Hitomi clan encountered a great crisis here, losing nearly 2,000 people.

Eight old and weak women and children have spawned two camps, nearly 2,000 young and middle-aged, and the essence in the corpses is so vast that it is no longer imaginable.

At least, the dominant figure of the Creation Sea, not to mention a lot, is also a big handful.

The Domination level is divided into thirty-three levels.

The first and weakest order. The thirty-third order is the highest first order.

The weakest first-order master also has a thought range of more than a billion.

As for the main demon Li Taibai and the others in the two camps, I don't know what level of existence they are. As for Emperor Yu, maybe he was wiped out by a high-level master.

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Step by step, to become the master, it is not all beings that are in control, but oneself.

Only when you first become the master of yourself can you talk about mastering sentient beings. It's a sequential relationship.

As for the dominant, is there a hierarchy?

Maybe there is, or maybe not, that's not something that living beings should understand.

If you want to become a master, you can only turn everything about yourself: body, inner realm, vitality, mind, etc., into the master ice heart.

An ice heart, cold and thorough, returns to the innate and is reborn in Nirvana.

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Shaking his head, he stopped thinking about these things.

Now that the cause and effect of the past have almost been cut off, the only thing left is Xutian and the others, his body comes from his bloodline, and there must be a cause and effect in it, and he must also take the time to cut it off.

The location of the void sky, now may be trapped somewhere and can't get out, this is inevitable, the bustling platform also means infinite mystery, infinite masters, infinite danger zone.

The Creation Sea is also where Li Taibai now lives, where he established the Taibai Sword Sect, which is also a well-known sect.

The clansmen left by Emperor Yu, the Yuhuang Gate established there, are just ordinary small sects, and it is really difficult to develop without a dominant-level figure.

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Only by becoming the master can you master yourself.

The Dominant, there he is called the Dominator. Wield the Sword of the Ruler.

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"Drive, drive~~"

While he was thinking, a team of high-headed horses rushed out of the fork in the ancient road, and swept away all the people who went to the market, daring to be angry but not daring to speak.

The men on the horse were richly dressed and arrogant.

Especially the girl who was the leader, pedaling white jade boots, inlaid with beautiful jade. Dressed in an emerald dress, his face is as proud as a peacock.

She held a long red whip, full of barbs, and when she went down with a whip, everyone who was hit was picked up with a large piece of flesh.

"Hey, kid in front, why don't you get out of the way?"

As soon as the girl whipped it up, she was about to be hit on the head and flowered, and it shattered like a rotten watermelon.

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Zhou Sheng raised his eyebrows, thinking in his heart, there was such a weak creature on this ancient road, could it be that he was about to reach the Eagle's Beak Cliff.

In this group of people, the girl with the highest cultivation turned out to be just a low-ranking true god! The rest of the people were not even true gods, they could only be regarded as reckless. (To be continued......)