As the "Deep Blue" empty-eater, swam and swallowed in the void, the world of Wuzhou Continent continued to expand. Almost every moment, new land, ocean and sky are being generated, and weird animals and plants, as well as the aborigines of various worlds have been brought.
In the beginning, Li Qingshan, the god of the world, was required to divide them simply: Animals are placed in the Monster Beast Continent, humans are placed in the Central Continent, and the humanoid races with special bloodlines are placed in the aliens. Human Continent (They insist on calling themselves "God Continent")
Later, his will gradually transformed into a part of the will of the world, and the world law would automatically divide all living beings, like the operation of six reincarnations.
The aborigines suddenly lost their homes, but their moods were very different.
Practitioners from various worlds simply regard the Wuzhou World as a paradise. Not only does it have a richer spiritual aura of heaven and earth, but it can also accommodate more advanced practitioners without having to risk the ascension to heaven.
The most important thing is that the Tianshu Tower contains the accumulation of millions of years of the Vientiane Sect on Earth, which was taken over by Li Qingshan's entire cottage, including the core "Vientiane Book of Heaven". This is not comparable to any sect or practice in any world.
And all of this is completely open to everyone, even mortals can go in and take a stroll, which makes the practitioners who have just arrived here ecstatic, forgetting the anger of the world being destroyed. For practitioners, there is nothing more important than their own cultivation. The world is the place where you want to leave, but now it is just ascendant.
Mortal people’s mood is much worse. After all, they lost all their property in an instant. Although they were given new land under the arrangements of the World Association, they were often more fertile and expansive than the original land, but they would inevitably still be. There is the sentimentality of leaving home.
But there is no resentment, because all the land is allocated according to the head of the population, and it is almost bloodless to engage in a social movement of "attack the local tyrants and divide the land."
And no matter which world you are in, there are "the rich are few, but the poor are numerous", "the rich are connected to the paddock, and the poor have no place to stand." After this "Grant Wealth Card" was hit, most people said that they were emotionally stable and liked to run all the way, and the world would be our great savior.
So most of the mortals are happy, the upper-level practitioners are happy, and the small group of people in the middle are happy or not, so it doesn't matter.
However, whether it was sentimentality or resentment, it quickly disappeared. Compared with practitioners who live long and long-term vision, the life of a mortal is too short. It only takes a generation of people to make a foreign country a hometown.
Between the fields, the smoke is smoky, the wheat field is golden, and the barefoot children run and fight. They don't understand so much sadness and joy, but they all want to become practitioners from the bottom of their hearts.
Traveling around in the countryside, the storytellers from the "Yunxu She" portrayed an extremely magnificent dream to them. Tell them that as long as they work hard, they can become practitioners when they grow up. This is the promise of the great knight Li Qingshan.
A farmer watched this scene from a distance, with a relieved smile, and then a strange color flashed, thinking: "Did he be oppressed too much when he was a child, so he was determined to do this."
This thought flashed past, and I didn't dare to think about it. It would be no good to slander the gods of the world.
He walked leisurely among the golden waves of wheat, and his big rough hand stroked the wheat, as softly as touching his own child.
"Well, this year is another big harvest!"
He is not an ordinary farmer, but a cultivator from a farm. Now he has survived three times of tribulation, and he can be called the "Great Master". Looking at the whole world of five continents, he is one of the few.
Among the hundreds of families, the peasant family's practice is the slowest, and often people with little talent will choose the peasant family, so he can really be called a "genius".
When he was called this for the first time, he was surprised and laughed for a long time.
The last time he was called a genius, he was in Wo Niu Village when he was a boy. At that time, he was the leading genius in the village, not only the eldest son of the village chief's family, but he was also favored by the iron fist sect master and accepted as a closed disciple. What a majestic manner.
Hey, at that time, that one was still a cowherd baby!
He is also known for his withdrawn character and weird words and deeds. He was once unlucky enough to be possessed by a ghost. It was much better after being rectified by the goddess. But he is still alone, and he also likes to talk to himself and talk to cows. Everyone believed that it would be difficult for him to find a daughter-in-law in this life.
Looking back now, it can't be said that he was bullied by his elder brother and sister-in-law for no reason.
"Hey, why am I thinking about it again?"
He had long been determined to bury all these memories in the deepest part of his heart, and would not confide a word to anyone, so as not to annoy that one.
Of course, even if he said that, few people would believe that "Lord Xia" could be so embarrassed. Except for a few old friends in Kyushu, most people thought that he was born to fight against heaven and earth, omnipotent!
However, “secrets” are always hidden the deeper they are, the more they can’t help thinking about it, and the more they think about it, the more enjoyable it becomes. They also had a "peak showdown" in order to compete for the title of "the best hero in Woniu Village"!
"Forget it, it doesn't matter if I think about it, he can't always pay attention to this world. Hey, I don't believe it, can Li Qingshan kill me with a big thunder?"
A simple black face raised a secretive smile, quite peasant-like cunning.
"Boom!" A shock of thunder cut through the sky, falling on his face, a black face became darker, and his smile suddenly froze on his face.
A voice suddenly sounded from behind: "Oh? Li Long, so I deserve to be bullied?"
Li Long turned around slowly, and saw Li Qingshan with his hands on his waist, standing on the undulating waves of wheat, rubbing electric sparks with his fingertips, looking at him playfully.
Li Long said with a serious face: "That can't be said! It was an unfortunate experience when you were young. Lord Xia, you have recognized the injustice of the world, and you are determined to see the injustice, draw your sword and help him, and give him a bright future."
"Good point!" Li Qingshan said with a long smile: "There is no god, justice is only in the knife!" A wave of heroic spirit rushed into the sky, arousing turbulent waves and tens of thousands of hectares of wheat.
This was his sentiment when he was a teenager, and now he has traveled through six reincarnations, has seen gods, Buddhas and demons, thinking about it, but still this sentence.
Li Long breathed a sigh of relief, sweating in his heart, and finally passed by foolishly. Sure enough, the god of the world can't talk nonsense even if it is in the heart, considering whether to go to the daoist friend like the heart and ask for a cup of forgotten water to drink.
Li Qingshan suddenly lowered his head and smiled and asked, "My fellow, would you like to help me?"
Hearing this "hometown", Li Longgan'er trembled. Without hesitation, he patted his chest: "Of course, Lord Xia, but he has orders. Li Long will always follow." You are the best in the world. God, most of the world is not as big as you. If I am a farmer, how can I help you
Li Qingshan smiled slightly: "Go to the Demon Realm!"