Powerful lifeforms with hoes and pegs are digging through the mud here.

The bottom of the sea, which created the ocean, was very hard, and only by their own hands could they dig deep wells.

They have different gods, and some of them are still in the form of monsters. No matter what kind of god it is, you have to work hard here. After all, it's also for yourself.

Most of the lifeforms have a combat power of around four or five million, at least three hundred thousand.

Terror, the existence of more than 300,000 combat power in four or five million, is already a lot. There are only twenty puppets on the Brilliant spaceship with a combat power of four million, and they are all idle because there is no energy to urge them, and they have been in the warehouse for a long time.

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A humanoid life of millions of kilometers of divine body sweated, and the hoe in his hand was forged from the rarest metal in time and space, Sea Sky Blue, and each blow would collide with the seabed silt, creating large sparks.

With his full six million combat power, he can dig a bucket of mud in one day's work.

Looking at the blood blisters grinding out of the palms of my hands, I can't look back. I forgot all about magic and supernatural powers. Day after day, year after year, just know to dig the silt here. Now the Excalibur is not as good as a hoe in the hand.

He looked up at the old man who was lying on the wicker chair under the big tree, lazily recuperating, and he was angry.

The old man was holding two very fat cats in his arms, and the meat was just two ordinary stray cats. The only difference is that the fat is a little abnormal, the small eyes are squinted in, and if you don't look carefully, you think it's an eyeless cat.

The humanoid gods and demons threw away their hoes, and drops of golden sweat fell to the ground on the god's body, rolling down into golden crystals, these were all rich divine powers.

"Old Wangtou, you have gone too far. We're all working, and you're there teasing the cat!"

This god and demon is very terrifying, and his divine power is surging, and he must not be underestimated because he has just cleaned up the mud like a farmer. This is the source of the creation of the ocean, the source of creation, and there are no idle people who can come here to dig the mud.

The old man opened his eyes, and a trace of disdain appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Ulaki. Do you have an opinion......"

"Yes, I believe there are opinions on the existence here!"

The god and demon looked around left and right, but saw that those powerful beings were all digging with their heads down, and they did not respond to his existence at all.

"It's a bunch of unplanted things......"

"You have a kind, then let me play with it......"

The old man stretched out a finger, and soon, as big as a mountain, with a flick of it, the whole body of the god and demon named Wu Laqi cracked. At least more than three hundred trillion light-years were ejected, lying there, convulsing all over, and not even having the strength to stand up.

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The old man continued to serve the two fat cats, and used his old fingers to comb their tender cat hair. The fat cats enjoyed this kind of service very much, and rolled lazily a few times. Find a comfortable position, put your belly up, and bask in the sun that is not too strong.

The old man's fingers pinched the fat cat's belly. Massage them, the simple cat naturally doesn't know, this finger just poked a god with a combat power of six million half to death. I'm afraid that with a little effort, their nine cat lives will be over.

A big white tanuki jumped out of the old man's arms, walked behind a tree, dug a hole with its claws, and the hard mud was dug up by this seemingly ordinary cat, and then urinated in it, covered it with dirt, and finally yawned. Licked the paws clean, washed his face with wet paws by the way, and returned to the arms of the old man. Keep having a good time.

These two fat cats, naturally, are not so simple.

But it's not too complicated, cats have a very short lifespan, since the old man likes these two big fat cats so much, they naturally have to take care of them. casually ignite, and become a Buddha without standing up, becoming a nine-tailed cat demon.

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"Dabai, Erhua, let's go, go to greet the guests, my grandson seems to be here......"

The old man muttered, and the next moment, the City of Legends came to this area.

The old man stepped into the legendary city, and those defensive attack arrays did not work on him at all, as if they were transparent. Not to mention, above the city there is the full defense system of the Brilliant, the nanomechanical battle group.

He came to the Taoist temple, looked at the old jujube tree planted by himself, and sighed for a long time.

The blind Taoist felt his breath and wept bitterly.

Zhou Sheng appeared beside the old man, and naturally felt the rich divine power in his divine body, and even felt the terrifying origin in the divine body of the two fat cats. These are two cats, these are simply two big monsters with strong origins.

Naturally, he also saw the helplessness in the cat's eyes.

The monster with a strong and noble body is now like this cat, and it's pitiful to think about.

"Tens of millions of combat power, there are really people who have reached this level!"

Zhou Sheng was amazed, he had collected so many immortal flames in the Hall of Civilization, and he had carried the last glory of hundreds of millions of civilizations, but he still couldn't break through 10 million divine powers, but he was only vertical and horizontal on more than 9 million divine powers.

This created the ocean, which deserves to be the gathering place of the elite of various civilizations after the defeat of hundreds of millions of civilizations.

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"It's just that I just made 10 million, it's nothing. In this ocean of creation, there is endless creation, and you have carried the last civilization, and I believe that it will soon be increased to tens of millions of combat power!"

Feeling the breath of civilization, all life stopped and came to the palace of civilization to watch the unquenchable flame of their civilization. They were sent away as babies and had not yet seen what their civilization was like.

"Why is there no civilization of mine, why is there no unquenchable flame of civilization of Lothar......"

A god and demon roared and wept bitterly.

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In the distance, an elegant blue-robed middle-aged man walked over, looked at the palace of civilization, waved his hand, and lit the largest bronze lamp in the center.

This unquenchable flame has long been obtained by the blue-robed people, and his name is Xuanyi, he is the most powerful leader here, and he is also the only clansman left over from the Xuanyi civilization.

His own combat power definitely exceeded 10 million, much more than this old man surnamed Wang.

In the hall of civilization, the sparse candle flame has been lit, but this is only a small half, and the other half of the bronze lamp is still empty.

"Everyone. Take out all the unquenchable flames, it's not much use to keep them yourself, even if you increase your combat power for a short time, you will still die in the final era of destruction. Now, the last glory of concentrating hundreds of millions of ethnic groups may be able to form a long river of civilization. Survive the ...... of the Great Disruption"

It has a strong appeal, and these lives are not hidden at all, useless, useless. The creatures in the ocean of creation spend their days digging the bottom of the sea, and rarely practice......

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In the distance, another lifeform with a combat power of more than 10 million walked over, a woman in a pale yellow robe.

She came from the civilization of flowers and brought the fire of flowers.

Create the ocean, three existences with a combat power of more than 10 million. It's these three people.

The middle-aged man in the blue robe is the one who is the god of flowers, and finally the old man surnamed Wang.

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The Lord of the Iceberg had already walked out of the city and came to the Creation Ocean when everyone watched the temple of civilization.

He stepped on the dirt with the soles of his feet, enjoying the moment of stability.

Bend down and pick up a handful of dust. The hard seabed in front of him is just a supple desert.

He is a wisp of consciousness of creation, or rather. Creation has been destroyed, and the moment the ocean of creation dries up, creation is dead. He is the reincarnation of creation.

When I came here, I came to the body of my previous life.

This ocean that bears it is its old friend.

Creation, which represents only the seawater, and reports includes the seabed.

"Past and present lives, all pasts, everything dissipates, everything passes away. The long flow of time is irresistible. Only time can wear it down. When the river of time comes to an end, we tide makers will pass away......"

His cultivation is no longer the same, and all kinds of past and present lives flow in his heart. A smile of satisfaction gradually appeared.

There are all kinds of memories in my eyes, memories of this life.

"Goodbye, Dark Realm, two lives, the most reluctant thing is still there......"

Haunted by dreams, the world full of darkness, the world with few light sources, is the hometown of midnight dreams.

Whose tears soaked the pillow, who was crying out and recalling the beautiful past.

Everything has to say goodbye.

This legendary man, who has always accompanied Zhou Sheng's growth, chose to sacrifice himself at the moment of returning here.

The Lord of the Iceberg, this man with a frosty complexion, turned into a spring......

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A spring, which can also be called a well.

Both mean the same thing, and it's nothing more than drawing water from the ground.

This well that he turned into is deep under the sea. There, there is a thin layer of creative seawater, and even the combat power cannot enter it. Only he can get here.

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When he felt that the breath of the Lord of the Iceberg disappeared like a scorching sun, he soon lost the light in his mind, and Zhou Sheng finally lost his temper.

"No~~"

His heart ached, and his heart bleed.

The person who has been with him is gone, and the lovely teacher is gone, never to appear in the world again. Never again with him, back to the familiar world of ripples.

Loneliness pervades my heart at this moment.

He flew out and saw the Iceberg Lord's divine body gradually disappear, turning into a handful of light sand, which gradually dissipated with the wind.

"This is my destiny, sentient beings need to create seawater, and this ocean cannot be dried up. In this way, we can resist the destruction ......"

He smiled, and there was no trace of it.

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There, a quaint well, the mouth of which is moist with moss.

Zhou Sheng wept, tears dripping into the well, and a cloud of silver light condensed at the bottom of the dry well. The tears became a primer, a primer to the groundwater.

Without an introduction, there is no well, how can we let those precious seawater gush up?

No, it's no longer bitter and astringent seawater, but well water, sweet and thirst-quenching cool well water.

Just like a well, it needs to be guided by a scoop of water in order to draw continuous groundwater.

Every living being rejoiced and wept with joy. The spirit of self-sacrifice has infected every life, the endless civilizations born from the ocean of creation, and the hundreds of millions of unquenchable fires in the temple of civilization.

All beings wept, bit by bit, tears from the fire, tears from red candles, tears from lamp oil, tears from all existences, falling on the dry seabed.

One person weeps for drips, ten people cry for water stains, 10,000 people cry for streams, 100 million people cry for rivers and seas, and all living beings cry for ...... Ocean.

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For a powerful life like Zhou Sheng, tears are the condensation of feelings and the essence of the origin of the divine body, and tears are actually an act of losing the origin. But when they feel lonely, they feel hopeless and dead, and they will also cry helplessly.

Rivers of tears poured into the well, like silver-white rivers flowing into the sea.

Tears fell at the bottom of the well, wetting the soil and turning into a seed of water, attracting the groundwater deep underground.

Seawater gushed up and filtered through the well to become drinkable water.

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The water from the well gushed up, and people rejoiced, jumping, crying, laughing......

Zhou Sheng washed his face with cool well water, washed away the tear stains, his head was very light, and everything was clear.

Moistened his throat with well water.

He was proud and proud of his teacher's choice. and a little unwilling, why did he leave him alone, what did he do?

Why are they all so selfish, they all choose a simple death, leaving everything to him to bear?

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Sitting by the well and pondering, the water of the well will not be cut off, because this is a well, and a dry well cannot be called a well, and a well without water cannot be called a well. The wells of the iceberg must be endless, must!

The sentient beings looked at him in a daze, and they all drew well water from a wooden barrel from a distance, not daring to disturb him.

As for people, they always have to be stupid for a while.

Is it rare to be confused, or is it really confused? I can't tell the difference. When he looked back, he found that the familiar scenery on the road had quietly left him at some point.

Two fat cats chase and fight by the well.

Da Bai is the queen's sister, with white hair. Erhua is a cowardly younger brother, and he only knows that he was chased and beaten by his sister.

No matter how noble monsters they once were, they were raised as cats from birth, so naturally they really became cats.

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"Meow Meow~~"

"Meow, meow~~"

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ps: Why do you type the word cat, I always type cats, this lazy cat, wahaha, lazy cat. Meow, meow, I'm a cat~~

Well~~

It's over in two days.,After all, it's my debut.,It's still a little excited.。

Write essays, play different roles in the stories you create, and sing big plays on stage. Everyone is a dramatist. I'm going to play all the roles and put on all the masks. However, after all, it is jerky, I started writing in June last year, and I completed this novel of nearly 1.8 million words in June this year, and I can't play all kinds of lives and faces.

After thinking about it, I only played one person, only one protagonist.

Well, I'll explain these nagging words in detail in the afterword.

Hey, I've been suffering from insomnia lately, I go to bed at three or four o'clock in the morning every night, and I wake up with two dark circles under my eyes. However, I won't be unfinished, if it's an appendix, then I can't bear to cut it......