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Feng Xue was just confused and watched the rapid changes of the prehistoric world. The whole planet was shrinking. The human race seemed to be a prehistoric worm, digging holes everywhere. Because the luck was too strong, the prehistoric world could almost be called a desire for the human race. Any creature who opposed the human race would end up being very miserable.

In order to end this problem, the Heavenly Court directly sent the Red Emperor to the earth to reincarnate Liu Bang, established the Han Dynasty, and explicitly prohibited the ascension of the land.

However, the thing of immortality is an eternal pursuit for any living being. If the great man does not allow the land to ascend, then he will go to a foreign country.

Therefore, during the Han Dynasty, the human race began to invade other prefectures on a large scale.

The Southern Continent, which was originally much smaller than other places due to frequent ascents, began to become coordinated, not because it became larger, but because the land in other continents began to shrink.

But the human race's luck is so strong that even the two saints of the Western Sect dare not move. After all, they vowed to revitalize the West, and what they wanted was the luck. If they dare to attack the human race now, it would be another puff of karma.

On the other hand, although these human races were in Xiniu Hezhou, their own luck was also revitalizing Xiniu Hezhou and helping the two Western saints repay the interest.

How to say it?

It feels like he is losing everything and selling everything is a big deal and paying interest.

This process lasted for more than 200 years. The prehistoric world had shrunk so much that it could no longer shrink. Even the Daozu had to come forward in person to change the operation rules of the star sea and re-establish the binary star cycle map, which made the operation of the prehistoric world balance.

At this time, the surface area of ​​the prehistoric world had fallen to about ten times the earth in Feng Xue's memory, and the number of human races in the prehistoric world had also fallen to about tens of billions.

At the same time, while changing the star domain, the Daozu manually adjusted the selection mechanism of the protagonist of the Heavenly Dao, and the luck of the human race suddenly returned to normal levels, which meant that the fierce battle for the protagonists in the prehistoric world began again.

War, war, or war, but at this moment, a strong man named Wang Mang appeared in the human race. At the moment when the human race had to face the siege of hundreds of races, he risked the world's siege and once again started the road of ascension. Unfortunately, just before he succeeded, the Heavenly Court once again sent a powerful man to reincarnate and forcibly shattered the tribulation formation with a meteor, causing Wang Mang to fail to pass through the tribulation and die.

However, the Heavenly Court, as a genius of the Heavenly Dao, interfered with the election of the protagonist of the Heavenly Dao, completely destroyed the evaluation of the protagonist of the Heavenly Dao. Although the human race did not get this position, the entire battle for the entire battle was completely stuck.

Simply put, there is a bug.

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Feng Xue quietly watched the changes in the vast world. Eight hundred years have passed since she wanted to complain at first, to her powerless complain later, and to her complete confusion now.

"Ying Zheng, that heartless person, didn't even say he came back to save me!" Feng Xue looked up at the star map in the sky, muttering words that he didn't care.

He knew very well how troublesome the ancient metamagnetic structure was. Unless Ying Zheng mastered the Tao that was enough to resist the strength of Pangu’s gravity rules, he could return to this planet, otherwise he would have to be blocked outside the ancient star domain by the star map arranged by the Taoist ancestor.

Although Feng Xue has been pressed down at the mountain for 800 years, unlike the monkey in Journey to the West, his merit treasure is still floating in the sea of ​​consciousness. Thanks to this treasure, he has actually lived a life that is no different from the dead house he was on Earth for hundreds of years.

Through Lingbao, a communication network is constructed and chat with netizens spread across four continents.

If you have nothing to do, you can write a few books and then publish them from some printing institutions across the air. As long as you disguise yourself as a god, in this era when the heavenly court suppressed and the path of immortals gradually became depressed, those mortals will still be obediently published.

Even when he is hungry and thirsty, he can order takeout directly. Although it is definitely not as good as the quality control of takeout on earth, he doesn’t have to eat those iron balls and copper water after all.

What?

Don't let the land in?

Just kidding, although Feng Xue was pressed down at the foot of the mountain, is his merit still there?

A ghost ghost in the Tudi area has to take off a layer of skin when he sees it. How dare you stop his takeout?

Of course, there are also unpleasant things, that is, he can't turn over.

Although he chose a more comfortable position when he was pressed down at the foot of the mountain and put a few layers of soft phoenix velvet under his body (searched from the Heavenly Court), he still wanted to turn over after 800 years.

"Li Shimin has been ascending the throne for some time. When will Tang Monk obtain the scriptures?" Feng Xue murmured in her heart, but she used the spiritual treasure to check Chen Guangrui's life and calculate the days. Tang Monk should be thirty-one or two now. According to the original work, if he arrived at Jinchan Temple at the age of 45, it is time to set off now.

Feng Xue felt sorry for her, and then turned her head to continue writing about his serious literature. Well, now she is called Lancao Monk.

Don’t laugh. Feng Xue has been writing books these years, and she likes to make fun of monks, such as flower monks, grass monks, and beautiful monks in the capital (referring to the debate machine for giving physical bodies). In short, it is just like this. As she was writing, she suddenly felt something was wrong. When she looked up, she found a woman in white standing not far away looking at him.

"Good guy, Taoist Cihang, have you changed your sex?"

Feng Xue raised her eyebrows and asked politely.

"Cihang is in the past, and now I am Guanyin Bodhisattva in the Western Paradise." Guanyin answered Feng Xue's question very seriously. Feng Xue nodded boredly, then stopped talking, and continued to write stories in the sea of ​​consciousness.

After hundreds of years of being suppressed in this broken place, he had already developed a calm heart of Taoism. Not to mention writing serious literature in front of others, Feng Xue would not blush even if she read it in front of him.

Jian Fengxue didn't speak, but Guanyin had a headache. He thought this guy had been suppressed for hundreds of years, but he should ask him for help immediately when he saw him. Why did the other party seem to be on vacation and look like he was on a vacation at all? After suppressing this broken place for hundreds of years, he had already developed a calm heart of Taoism. Not to mention writing serious literature in front of others, Feng Xue would not blush even if she read it in front of him.

Jian Fengxue didn't speak, but Guanyin had a headache. He thought this guy had been suppressed for hundreds of years, but he should ask him for help immediately when he saw him. Why did the other party seem to be on vacation and look like he was on a vacation at all? After suppressing this broken place for hundreds of years, he had already developed a calm heart of Taoism. Not to mention writing serious literature in front of others, Feng Xue would not blush even if she read it in front of him.
Chapter completed!