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361, the dust falls... not sure (1/4)

"Give me--"

Ji Ruo shouted: "Fly high!"

Charles was pushed up high by the azure blue beam of light and tried his best to resist, but it was of no avail.

How thick is the light beam?

Indescribably, the entire Earth Mother Continent is illuminated as brightly as white...blue day.

The power of 300 million people and the hope of 300 million people converge into this Turtle Style Qigong that transcends the limits.

The divine chain of order between heaven and earth appeared, shaken by the violent energy, and even cracked!

The Earth Mother Continent is just a secret realm, a small world, with incomplete rules and an upper limit. At this moment, the Giant of Light's Turtle Style Qigong has exceeded the upper limit that this world can bear.

All of Charles's timeline branches were terminated by this blow. Based on this moment, all future futures have been determined.

Even the deity in the current timeline began to shatter into ashes under the impact of this terrifying energy.

A blow that exceeded the upper limit of the secret realm, Charles, the supreme god who was still within the limit, naturally could not bear it.

"Huh~"

This time I shouted heartily.

And it's not just shouting, everyone's strength is also vented, like a vigorous exercise, everyone is breathing heavily, everyone is tired, but everyone is

I feel very fulfilled.

The principles of transportation and energy operation of Turtle Style Qigong will be remembered by everyone involved in the merger - of course, it is not certain how much can be remembered.

However, it is foreseeable that many years later, these children who have become light today will emerge with a large number of martial arts wizards due to their experiences today.

Daxia's martial arts pays more attention to artistic conception. Just this Gui Style Qigong may evolve into different versions due to different people's different understandings.

Of course, that's all for later.

The Giant of Light's power was almost exhausted, his body began to fade away, and the light on his body became softer, but it still shined.

Ji Ruo suddenly realized something.

No matter what time it is, even if the world is shattered or the world ends, those who have hope will always shine brightly.

In this battle, the Earth Mother Continent lost almost all its resources. The population of the continent was reduced to ten, and all living creatures lost part of their origins because of Charles' madness.

They are no longer whole.

Even if we win, it will be a miserable victory.

But in the end, we won.

"Bang--"

Charles' broken body fell into the dust. At this moment, how could she still look like a supreme god?

Its body is constantly cycling between being broken and repaired, and dark purple blood is constantly oozing out - the side effects of forcibly merging all the biological characteristics of the Earth Mother Continent.

Her genes, and even her godhood, are collapsing.

If it were before, Charles could suppress these side effects with his powerful strength, and then slowly evolve to simulate the most perfect form in theory.

But unfortunately, there is no if.

She lay in the mud, stretched out her hands tremblingly, and said unwillingly: "I am not willing to give in, I am not willing to give in! I have planned for endless years for this day, why, why!"

The giant of light tilted his head, suddenly squatted down, patted Charles's ugly head, which was constantly undergoing a cycle of collapse and rebirth, and said: "Look at it, the plan can't keep up with changes. This is normal."

"???"

God, please be more open-minded!

"If you weren't worried about the power behind you, if you weren't...damn it, damn it! Why did you come to Earth Mother Continent! Why!"

The giant of light was happy: "Even if I don't come, others will definitely overthrow you. On your side, how should I put it? It is obvious that the source of power is the people, but you don't pay attention to the basis of the people at all, and you will fail.

Isn't it inevitable?

If you could pay more attention to people's livelihood, make people's lives happier, let everyone have enough food and clothing, and let everyone live and work in peace and contentment, then only a fool would think of overthrowing you.

As a god, you obviously have the power to change the world, but you are selfish. If you don't fail, who will fail?"

Charles was so angry that he was trembling all over: "Just a mortal, a mere pariah..."

The giant of light spread his hands: "So there's nothing to talk about?"

As he spoke, he summoned the last of his strength and gently covered Charles' head: "Take a good look. The untouchables and mortals you talk about are also working hard to live."

The Giant of Light took a photo of the ‘human world’ with one palm.

Charles was suddenly stunned.

The special artistic conception unique to martial arts magic instantly pulled Charles, who was almost exhausted, into his consciousness.

Suddenly, she seemed to have turned into a mortal.

A trafficker may be a pawn, a slave may be a noble.

The helplessness of life, the bitterness of life, the bitterness of life...

Charles seemed to have experienced countless springs and autumns in an instant - although she had always been able to simulate life, something seemed different this time.

In the illusion of the 'human world', she turned into a hungry and ragged beggar, squatting in front of a restaurant, looking longingly at the well-dressed guests inside, eating delicious food and talking loudly.

She didn't listen to the conversations of the guests. The tempting aroma of the food filled her nostrils, and Charles couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"Go, go, go! Smelly beggar!"

The waiters in the restaurant came out to chase him away, with disgust in their eyes.

Charles was reluctant to leave, so she was beaten.

"Hey, hey, why did you hit him?"

The shopkeeper came out to dissuade him, sighed and said, "Little brother, are you hungry? I can give you some food, but can you stop staying here?"

Siluke

"Shopkeeper, why are you so nice to him? This guy is affecting our business here!" the waiter said dissatisfied.

"They are all poor people... If you hurt someone, who will pay for it? Me or you? It's better to have more trouble than less."

The guy stopped talking.

Charles looked at the shopkeeper.

There was no pity, no disgust or disgust in the other party's eyes.

The shopkeeper gave Charles a white-flour steamed bun and said, "Here, little brother, eat it quickly and leave early."

Charles took the steamed bun, stood up and left, devouring it.

After eating his head full, Charles rubbed his belly.

She suddenly heard herself say: "I got a beating and a meal, hey, it's not a loss."

Charles was stunned for a moment.

As soon as the scene changed, Charles found that he had become another person.

Late at night.

This time, she became the shopkeeper.

She sat behind the counter, calculating and recording bills.

Suddenly, she heard herself sighing: "This month's business, ugh..."

Different lives every time, different helplessness.

This is life.

Charles didn't remember anything, he only remembered that everyone was working hard to live, and he only remembered the smell of those meals.

Finally, she found that she seemed to have become a child, and a woman in simple clothes brought a pot of fragrant broth.

The candlelight flickered, making it impossible for him to see the woman's face clearly.

"Little Charles, it's time to eat. There is broth today~"

The woman smiled and put the broth on the pot.

"Thank you mom!"

Charles was stunned.

It felt so familiar and warm, but she couldn't remember it clearly.

She tried hard to see the woman's face clearly, but she could only see a patch of light. She felt warm but also a little regretful in her heart.

In reality, tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, and the Giant of Light was still squatting in front of Charles, smiling and asking: "How was it? How do you feel about going to the human world?"

The magical power of martial arts and fireworks in the world are divided into two types.

Among them, the 'human' palm is mainly a mental attack.
To be continued...
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