At this time, on Ke Xiaoliang's data panel, the total balance of the magic value has reached more than four million.

As more and more people enter the Huzhong Realm, and as the world's backstory gradually unfolds, even if Ke Xiaoliang doesn't do anything, every minute is a beating of thousands or tens of thousands of magic points.

Sometimes, with a little twists and turns, a large harvest will be ushered in.

Suddenly, like an autumn wind, the 'crops' all over the ground are full.

"I sent Yin Feiyang into the scene of the church before the destruction of the world before, and got an important 'plot', I thought it was just for him to get some information. But in the end, Matthew glanced at Yin Feiyang... It's kind of interesting. It seems that the real world is really different from the false world that I set up personally. The latter is rigid and stiff, while the former is full of variations and details that even I can't fully grasp. Thinking of this, Ke Xiaoliang didn't feel any unhappiness.

This change was actually something he had expected a long time ago.

As expressed in the flood novels that I often read in my previous life, the way of heaven cannot be changed, and the small trend can be changed.

It means that the great direction and process set by the way of heaven cannot be changed or violated. And the small details that happen in these big processes can be changed and changed.

For example, the war of gods is necessary, but the specific people who are on the god list are not necessarily fixed.

This is the difference between the big trend and the small knot.

In this post-nuclear wasteland world, Ke Xiaoliang represents the way of heaven.

He set the general direction and process of the world.

As for the details of this, it is not entirely through his hands.

Of course, Ke Xiaoliang can use his own authority to interfere in some details strongly.

You can do this... But it is not necessary.

To be a Taoist ancestor, you must have the style of being a Taoist ancestor.

Macro-control is sufficient, as long as the details are no different from the overall interests, why do you need to meddle in everything and be imprisoned everywhere?

Of the more than four million magic points harvested, Ke Xiaoliang left one million as a backup.

The remaining three million are again put into the world, generating large areas of oceans and creating new terrestrial frameworks outside of the existing continental plates.

Although the overall area of the world is not small now, it is still necessary to open up the map and expand the world area as soon as possible for the sake of long-term development and harvesting more crops for a longer time.

Otherwise, when those cultivators who came to this world became powerful to a certain extent, and were able to travel around the entire world, discover the size and level of the entire world, and then expand the world, there would inevitably be many flaws.

While generating a new continent, Ke Xiaoliang also set out to build the ruins of the City of God.

It will be the most central and terrifying place in the whole world.

Tens of millions of people have died here, and God has been mortally wounded and shed His blood here.

Such a place should be different.

Of course, the ruins of the City of God could not have been completely built for a while.

Only a contour and tone can be set temporarily.

On the other side, the conflict between the two realms of righteousness and demons has become more and more intense in this different world.

Song Qingwen and Murong Yunting glanced at each other.

They are innocent and know that they can't continue to be in such a stalemate.

Leaving the righteous monks behind had their intentions.

Moreover, Yin Feiyang, the master of the Dragon Sword, has exploded in strength and combat effectiveness in reality, completely offending such a righteous bigwig-level character, although he is not afraid of it... But it doesn't do any good.

Hearing the hint in Song Qingwen's eyes, Murong Yun opened his mouth and shouted, "Elder Xue! A figure like Yin Jian Master, if we can make him succumb by means of a few threats, then he will not make the world's demons and side door monks hate and hate him so much, but he will always be helpless. ”

These words greatly alleviated the extremely strong tragic atmosphere on the scene.

Xue Wuliang also planned to continue to show off his 'majesty', but found that Song Qingwen was staring at him with a cold gaze, and the little madness above him cooled down in an instant.

Within the Demon Sect, even the elders are divided into three, six, nine and so on.

And Song Qingwen... Undoubtedly, standing close to the pinnacle.

Not to mention, since this otherworldly adventure, Song Qingwen has had many 'opportunities', and his cultivation has faintly improved.

As for Xue Wuliang, he is a relatively low-level elder, although he is nominally equivalent to everyone, but in fact he is far inferior.

Xue Wuliang, who was convinced in his heart, but unconvinced on his lips, continued to look at Yin Feiyang with contemptuous eyes: "Yin Sword Master! You are always a defeated soldier at the feet of Lao Tzu. Don't care how majestic you used to be, I can trample you into the mud and eat at any time! ！”

After saying that, there was a long series of rampant laughter, which really attracted a lot of hatred.

Yin Feiyang stood up from the ground in pain, and patted the dust on his body with his twisted palm casually.

Then he stretched out his fleshy palm to Xue Wuliang's eyes.

"Come back!"

"What?" Xue Wuliang was stunned.

"Cross! Come back!" Yin Feiyang said.

Xue Wuliang laughed, pointed at Yin Feiyang and said, "Are you crazy?

Yin Feiyang just said lightly: "If you break my arm, I will remember you with a sword." You destroy the arms of my disciples, and I will remember your two swords. In this world, there is no one who can withstand my three swords unharmed. I don't know if you, Elder Xue, can withstand my fourth sword. ”

As soon as these words came out, although Xue Wuliang was fearless on the surface, he unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Obviously, the Demon Sect Monk's plan failed.

They thought that they could defeat Yin Feiyang's pride.

But it seems to have backfired.

"This still needs to be coordinated with the action or specific words before it can be opened!" Song Qingwen took the cross in Xue Wuliang's hand, shook it in front of his eyes, and looked at it carefully.

He had also collected some crosses and even read the entire Bible.

Judging from the material, this is just an ordinary silver cross, and there is nothing unusual or special.

Therefore, Song Qingwen guessed that if he wanted to use it, he needed other conditions to cooperate.

In the face of Song Qingwen's temptation, Yin Feiyang did not answer.

Just use the other hand to break back some of the bones that are just misaligned, section by section.

The whole process was expressionless, and it was clearly a matter of severe pain, but he did not frown.

"I can tell you that I have learned an important message through time travel. You can also try to see if you can force the answer out of my mouth. ”

As he spoke, he turned to the many righteous monks and said, "Disciples, if you feel that you can't help it, you will withdraw from the world first. I, Yin Feiyang, will never blame you, and if I stay, I will not be blamed for being ruthless. Later, these demon cubs, if they use any means on you, I will write them down for you. I will return it a thousand times another day. ”

"Do you trust me?"