deltrittennovels 225. A Hundred Schools Of Thought Were Conferred Sages With Their Literary Spirit, And Since Then Th
225. A Hundred Schools Of Thought Were Conferred Sages With Their Literary Spirit, And Since Then Th
Speaking of this, Yi Zi raised his head again, and said in a concentrated voice: "I am here to open up a big world of Wenhua, and use this big world as a chessboard.
"Hehe." Gu Chensha's heart turned, but he also smiled leisurely: "Yi Zi, this world is opened up by you, you and even the God of Creation, life and death, do as you like. A game for me It's really unfair."
"But I am in an infinite world, don't I just want to face the whole world?"
"This is the real game."
"Yes." Yi Zi nodded leisurely on the golden bridge.
He also knows that he is only one of them in this game.
There will be more in the future.
No matter what, he must be right for this splendor.
And in Yi Zi's interpretation, what did Gu Chensha see?
From the source of the River of Life in the Infinite World, a projection that belongs exclusively to Blue Star's history was stripped out by Zhao Zhigao and directly thrown into this cultural world.
After extracting the historical projection of the Blue Star from the River of Life and blending it into it, one of the mighty planets is naturally evolving towards ten kinds of literary and fantasy worlds.
Time and time, the river of history, suddenly surged and surged, and it was transformed into thousands of years in a flash.
I saw that on that planet, the heavens and the earth had just opened, and countless pure-blood monsters were condensing energy and blood on the planet, playing with the galaxy, roaring across the universe, magnificent and magnificent!
But in the meantime, the human race is extremely ordinary, with no benefits other than rapid reproduction and a large population.
In terms of noble blood, it is not as good as the innate dragon and phoenix, the stars of the sky, in terms of physical strength, it is not as good as the Poor Desolate Monster Race, and in terms of magnificence and blood, it is not as good as the Great Barbarian God.
Therefore, in the era when all kinds of frosts compete for freedom, they have been in absolute inferiority since the beginning.
In this era of rampant wild beasts and savagery, the human race had to rely on those powerful races that were more friendly to humans to survive, relying on this weak symbiotic relationship
We have passed through the prehistoric era of constant battles and the rampage of the strong.
In the evolution of the world, Suiren, Youchao, Ziyi, Fuxi, Shennong, Xuanyuan, Chiyou, Dijun, Dihong, Diyao, Dishun, Diyu, Cangjie and other Yanhuang sages are the prototypes of generations of human saints .
These sages, going forward one after another, overcoming thorns and thorns, pouring their hearts and blood, guiding the human race to survive in the cracks, eventually slowly expanding the human race.
He even explored a simple, rough, and ancient new path among the cultivation systems of all spirits, all races, and all monsters.
Natural selection, survival of the fittest!
Now that the human race has been forced to the corner of extinction, there is no choice but to give it a go.
"What a performance, what a literary way, what a Yizi."
Beyond the long years, Yi Zi, who seems to be doing nothing, has actually done too much.
With a slight movement of the fingertips, on the star in the universe in an instant, the brilliance of Wen Dao was unprecedentedly bright.
King Wen of Zhou came to the world again, watched Wenqu Tianxing and wrote the ancient and wonderful book "Book of Changes".
Confucius carried on the past and ushered in the future, and continued the brilliance of his writing.
He even sharpened his pen to write "Spring and Autumn". When the book was completed, his talent was soaring, the sky was full of flowers, the stars were shining, thousands of miles of clouds, and thousands of miles of thunder.
With this glorious heavenly power, tampering with history and making it a taboo for the elders is also drowning all the old things in the past, so that they are not known to the world.
For thousands of years, hundreds of schools have been crowned saints with their literary spirit, and since then they have opened up a brilliant literary way.
"Fellow Daoist Gu, the battlefield in this world has been set up, can you and I go to play together?" Yi Zi's body was full of brilliance, and the voices of countless sage classics resounded.
Indistinctly, it can be seen that Yi Zimo and Zhao Zhigao overlapped, walking into the world at a leisurely pace.
I think this one is also Zhao Zhigao's avatar.
It is the second Xeon clone.
Different from the Supreme God, but not weaker than the Supreme God.
"In the infinite world, there are infinite worlds, infinite universes, and even the heavens. Reality is deduced from illusion "just like reality."
"This is indeed a great talent."
Gu Chensha didn't hesitate, and immediately separated out a clone, and walked into this world leisurely.
In the infinite world, two completely different rivers of time and fate are intertwined at the same time. In an instant, the gaps between layers of time and space dimensions are broken, and this world is immersed in the majestic great time.
……… Ask for flowers……
It was fleeting, and at the same time blocked the sight of everyone in the arena.
"Please."
"Please."
In the depths of time, two equally indifferent voices resounded majestically in a trance.
Off the field.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
Xiao Huo took the lead and clapped his hands.
The characters in that history were interpreted one by one.
The elegant demeanor in the infinite world is shocking and incomparable....
"This Yizi is amazing. He stands upright in literary style and has a great sex." Chen Pingan sighed.
"Reading is also the inheritance of civilization, and knowledge is power, so no matter what world you are in, there are people who read." When Chu Tiandi said this, he took a deep look at Chen Pingan.
Then he said: "When the snow is falling in the middle of winter, the cold knife is out of its sheath, and the blade is placed horizontally and vertically. When there is no one, it cuts the snow, and when there are people, it cuts off the head and drinks blood."
The Tongtian leader of the prehistoric world came out and laughed loudly.
"I thought that those who cultivate immortality and live forever are like scales crossing a river, endless.
"The generation who read books is naturally inferior, and now I am narrow-minded."
"Yi Zi's strength and ambition are indeed shocking."
"I still remember being blessed by shopkeeper Zhou at the beginning, and changed my view of scholars, but it was not the Liyang Shoufu who changed my view, but that one..."
In Tongtian's mind, this scene seemed to be recalled.
An old man suddenly yelled at the sky: "Scholars of my generation have raised themselves up. Although we are good at cultivating awe-inspiring energy, we never seek longevity!"
"Fuck your mother's reincarnation of heaven! I have guarded the world for 800 years, and I have watched you immortals gesticulate for 800 years, and now you still want to make progress?!"
That heavenly gate exploded with a bang!
In the past, Tongtian didn't care about it. Although it was a change, he thought that scholars were still inferior to those who cultivated immortals.
However, someone made a big attack today and had to submit to...to...