"Jiaxia..."

Fu Qingjun looked at Xia Di.

Seeing this tall and majestic existence, his gaze is like an eagle, and the figure stands firm and straight, quietly towering in front of him.

Even he couldn't help but sigh. The weak young ant boy who was sitting at the desk and holding the corpse in pain had grown to this point.

"On the desk again..."

Fu Qingjun slightly raised his head and looked around.

It is a war world of light and fire.

The four columns are rooted straight on the wall of the universe. The world of square desks, which has just been built, has ignited a raging fire, the space of the earth has collapsed, the people are crying in the world, and countless people are praying in the disaster.

Hundreds of millions of common people died in despair.

And he... turned out to be the "God in Heaven" and "Devil in the Underground" on the desk that year.

"It seems that history is repeating itself, and I have entered the world of the desk back then and became a part of it."

At this time, Fu Qingjun's body, sitting in the future Miao Chuntang room, looking at the sun flowerpot on this desk, and looking at the scenery outside the window, suddenly felt such emotions.

"The distant past, the mythical flood era..."

Fu Qingjun looked under the window sill, while the little horn was standing on the street blowing his trumpet. He also saw Fu Qingjun upstairs, shouting alive, "Brother Fu, come down to eat, our planet Shu has come to this new world, Li Sister Mo said to talk about our new business and the rise of Miao Chuntang."

"You go first." Fu Qingjun ignored her, reaching out to stroke the texture of the desk.

That young boy who stood on his desk in the ancient coffin of the sun, who was determined to guard the people of his tribe, has come to this day.

His blood and that stubborn look had already covered hundreds of thousands of years of vicissitudes, but in his eyes, it seemed that only a few years had passed.

Is the power of time?

In the end he just sighed, "Is this time traveling through the distant past and the future? My gains are too great. I reached this height from the weak in an instant, and it can be considered as a complete entry into that threshold... It's a pity. , I still have to go back and cannot stay in this era anymore."

At this time, he had vaguely guessed the truth of the flood of this era.

When he recovered and looked at Jiaxia again, Jiaxia was also quietly looking at herself.

"This scene seems to be familiar."

Emperor Xia looked calm, looking at the God in front of him.

In the sea of ​​blood in the corpse mountain, he noticed the whole world of the desk, and looked around and suddenly said, "Is this fate? The fate of the flood."

"This is destiny." God said softly.

Jiaxia nodded, "There is also a sense of insight."

"Today, the battle between you and me is also destiny. If I seize your rules and authority, you will naturally regain it." God looked at the other party, moved his mind, and said indifferently:

"Jiaxia, you are very smart. You have formed a vortex with a few rules, rearranged your personality in a perfect way, and governed the rules by your personality, forming a huge world of real rules in the sword... Break through the flaws."

"In a sense, this is already a rule. It has strong resistance. Even if it is a higher-level rule, it is difficult to easily affect you."

"But, is this your battle?"

Fu Qingjun's expression was indifferent, without joy or sorrow, "If this is the case, it is still not my opponent."

"Just give it a try."

Jiaxia held the Wufeng Ancient Sword in her hand and stepped forward.

Jiaxia holds a long sword, which contains a world of saints, with various common rules, mysterious and profound, and swiftly swings, "Wind, fire, thunder, electricity, Vientiane..."

At this moment, he completely perfected the "Wan Hua Zhen Jing" developed by Xian Zu. Xian Zu used the soil as his life, splitting countless clones. At this time, the improvement of Emperor Xia, each personality clone, is an independent saint's life. They have their own rules and live in the world of Xuanyuanjian...

He alone, mastered all the rules of personality, can be called an unprecedented creature.

boom!

The war broke out instantly.

Almost no one can see the central scene clearly.

"We have a chance! Xia Di, who has integrated common rules and mastered mutual cooperation perfectly, has been able to resist the erosion of that conceptual rule." Someone snarled loudly: "The lower rank counterattacks the upper rank rule!"

The sky seemed to be torn apart.

All the powerhouses merged into Xuanyuan Sword, and the creatures on the scene were outside, unable to see the battle clearly.

Bang!

Throughout the summer, the courtyard tilted instantly, like a desk with a broken leg.

The desk outside the universe began to tilt and collapse, and along the hole where the column was missing, the endless material sand turned into a torrent and poured into the universe.

"The sky has fallen!"

Everyone on the planet looked at the huge hole dumbfounded.

"What a joke!"

"Help!"

"The end of the world, the flood has come!"

Despair, fear, madness, everyone stared blankly at the gravel material ground crushed by the endless planet, like a mudslide collapsed, rushing to the endless planetary river system.

Countless planets were submerged and the stars were extinguished.

It was like a earth-shattering giant carrying a bucket of sand and falling to the ground. Numerous marble-sized planets were quickly washed away and flooded by the sand.

Rumble!

In front of the huge material torrent, the suns are like red iron beads soaking in the water to burn red, but after struggling a part of the fire, they extinguished and turned into black spheres.

A flash of anger flashed across Xia Di's expression.

"The common people die, this is fate."

Fu Qingjun looked devoid of joy or sadness. He kept shaking his fists and his figure flickered, "If you want to reverse something, you have to abandon something. If a civilization wants to develop into the future, there must be a certain era of this civilization and the martyrdom... There is no civilization in the world, and it is not marching forward with the blood of predecessors.

"Like yesterday." Xia Di looked like he had returned to the original era, "You really took my rules, and I vaguely felt that something was hidden."

"Huh?" God looked indifferently.

boom!

The two hit from the sky to the ground ~lightnovelpub.net~ from the ground to collapse.

Everyone couldn't see the truth of the war, but they could only stare at the direction of Emperor Xia, anxiously waiting for the result.

"Prehistoric, this is prehistoric..."

"Wait! We can't go back anymore..."

Tang Meng and others watched this scene anxiously.

God sent them here, I am afraid that there is no chance to return to the future.

In other words, they can only fall in this distant past and be buried with Emperor Xia?

Everyone looked at the sky nervously, knowing that this was the last moment.

Bang!

In the next second, Emperor Xia instantly fell from the sky, piercing the universe with spurting blood, and the ancient sword in his hand shattered vaguely, and cracks appeared.