My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

　　 Fu Qingjun looked at himself in the mirror in surprise, his hair fell out again.

　　 Then the whole scalp is extremely itchy, as if something indescribable is breaking through the ground, giving him a very uncomfortable feeling.

　　 "Coming again?"

　　 Fu Qingjun suddenly noticed something.

Sure enough, the hair sprang up again, and short fluff appeared. After that, it was strange as if it had been given a stimulant. The fluff began to grow rapidly, gradually becoming a short flat head, and then two or three centimeters, before it started gradually. Slow down the rate of growth...

　　 "Is it possible for my hair?"

　　 Fu Qingjun was surprised, and suddenly tried to lift a pen with one hair.

　　 Wow.

　　 As a result, the pen was staggered and lifted...

　　 "The power of a stroke!" He was taken aback directly. Before, he barely lifted a piece of paper in his hair. Is the power of his hair so terrible now?

　　 He tried to lift the pen up high with this hair, but he felt a tear in his scalp.

　　 It hurts, it hurts!

　　 The severe pain caused his hair to let go of the pen in an instant, and the pen fell to the ground.

　　 He was vaguely aware of something, and his heart was suddenly heartened, "I have begun to transform the sun sacred code into the prototype of my martial arts technique."

　　 "It is also the martial art of power training, and it is also about the souls of the dead, such as the place of death in hell, maybe it can be called...long hair to restrain the prison?"

　　 Fu Qingjun was silent.

　　 One hair can lift a pen, which is actually a horror of qualitative change.

　　 A bunch of hair, already able to lift heavy things!

　　 But the problem is that, instead of being able to lift multiple things, it is a problem of bearing the weight of the scalp.

　　 Hair may have the power to lift an iron sword, but the scalp will be torn off by the huge weight in an instant...

　　 "This is outrageous!"

　　 Fu Qingjun felt that this was unbelievable, and he said: "But how do you cultivate a fragile scalp? Is it possible to use iron palms to soak your head in an iron pan and keep polishing it?"

　　 This is too difficult!

　　 I have to find a way to improve this problem, after all, I explore my own way.

　　 Fu Qingjun looked at the gradually luxuriant hair, and whispered: "However, the second transformation of the hair...This should be related to the strong man who absorbed almost the entire sun dynasty gods and demons."

　　 After all, with the exception of Jiaxia, the whole demon kingdom’s spirit and spirit are a great master, this kind of the strongest creature on the ground has been absorbed by himself!

　　 This is the strongest creature on the ground!

　　 Light wheel realm instead of body shape, each one is comparable to their own Jiang Yang!

　　 "Obviously entered the second state, my hair is constantly getting stronger."

　　 "In other words, I use my hair, sow seeds and spread it out, and then wait until maturity and development, and then harvest... This can strengthen my soul, which is equivalent to superimposing my own soul strength!"

　　 Fu Qingjun has vaguely read something.

　　 This is a way of self-improvement: develop civilization, and then reap.

　　 He put down the liquor that had been drained of the soul, "The soul level has been drunk, and the physical level can be drunk again. There is still unimaginable nourishment."

　　 But he is not ready to drink, his body is too fragile, he has just started to practice martial arts, and he cannot make up for it.

　　 Fu Qingjun himself sorted out his thoughts, and after all these chores were settled, he began to study the other side.

　　 sent Jiaxia into the tunnel.

　　 "It's true that there is nuclear radiation over there, but Jiaxia is already an extraordinary creature...should not kill him." Fu Qingjun took a deep breath and opened the tunnel again.

　　 There is faint radiation coming from there.

　　 "I don't know what Jiaxia's land reclamation is like?" Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, "When he left, he took a few biological races with him..."

　　 This is my own SSR card.

　　 Own the strongest main force.

　　 As for Jiaxia running away, Fu Qingjun is not worried.

　　 Because after trying, he found that these are his dependents and can dominate their lives and deaths. As long as they are not far apart, he can perceive his position and existence.

　　They may be able to get rid of their own shackles, but their souls must be strong and crush themselves far enough to break free...Although they can't beat them, their souls are still very confident.

　　 Wow!

　　 Fu Qingjun tentatively tentatively reached into his hair and sensed the entrance over there.

　　 But in a daze, Fu Qingjun suddenly noticed something, "Wait, it seems something is not right. The tunnel I opened for Jiaxia at the time seems to have no nuclear radiation..."

　　 sent to the wrong place?

　　 He thought about it before he noticed the abnormality.

　　 At that time, he died and destroyed the world, causing his own thinking to not be above it at all. The tunnel opened at that time did not smell of nuclear radiation at all.

　　 In other words, I opened an unknown tunnel?

　　 His whole person is not good, and sure enough, as soon as he perceives the earth tunnel, there is no trace of Jiaxia's visit except for the smell of nuclear radiation.

　　 He took another look at the whole broken ancient ship, the main sail was inexplicably broken off forever and disappeared.

　　 "The ship is completely broken again?"

　　 "Wait, why does the ship have other functions that I accidentally hit and turned on?"

　　 "Also, if the permanent part of the ship was sacrificed, where would Jiaxia be sent?"

　　 Fu Qingjun was a little dumbfounded.

　　 Such a mysterious ancient ship against the sky, obviously a mysterious existence from an unknown dimension, descended on the earth, and now loses a part forever... how terrible it is.

　　 This is the strongest SSR card that I have worked hard to cultivate-God's Jiaxia.

　　 disappeared as a result?

　　 Where does he go with his respect for the three ancient gods?

　　 Fu Qingjun was in a daze, but there was really no way he could do it, so he slowly fell asleep in the middle of the night.

　　...

　　 Early the next morning.

　　 The sky was gray and it was not completely bright.

　　 "It's more than five o'clock."

　　 Fu Qingjun wakes up from the bed, washes his face and brushes his teeth in a muddled manner.

　　 After one night, those ants completed the task very well, and even the pocket watch they made can no longer be called a pocket watch, only a coin is slightly larger.

　　 Fu Qingjun tried to adjust it, and found that it was not very accurate.

　　 But it doesn’t matter, it’s only the first time to make it, and it’s enough to be proficient in the future.

　　 "Go for a walk, buy a table by the way." Fu Qingjun thought for a while, or he didn't have any money for lunch today, so he planned to go out directly.

　　Pocket watches are luxury goods of the nobility in this era, and they can certainly sell at high prices.

　　 He thought for a while, put on his bra and coat, picked up the pot of sunflower that had been withered by the fire, and walked out of the room.

　　He gradually walked out and came to a garden cemetery, with all kinds of flowers everywhere in front of the tomb.

　　 The morning mist is gray and dewdrops are everywhere.

　　 Very early in the morning, many pedestrians have already arrived, seeming to sweep the grave because it is the anniversary of death.

"Jiaxia, I don't know where you have gone, but you won't fall down anywhere with your abilities." Fu Qingjun squatted down, dug a hole in front of a fringe forest, and buried the flowerpot with the sun flower. In the soil.

　　 "To erect a monument for you, here is your ancient coffin and dynasty, which can be regarded as the end of the spirit of the times. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

　　 Fu Qingjun did not hesitate, buried the tombstone and left.

　　 Withered sunflowers, flower pots, flowers, melon seeds buried in the cemetery behind him...Who knew that a great civilization was buried on it, a vast epic hymn?

　　 Only when he walked outside again, suddenly there was a blonde foreigner next to her, pulling her child to sit on a chair beside her.

　　 The child is holding a book while reading.

　　 "Are you a Westerner?"

　　 Fu Qingjun feels that it is rare. After all, this is an autonomous region, and foreigners must register when they come in. After all, this era of industrial revolution is independent of the history he knows.

　　 In this world, watching a corner of martial arts and the trio of self-driving cars passing by, you will know that there are obviously mysterious and unknown powers.. You can't figure it out according to normal history.

　　He walked slowly by.

　　 The child is still reading in the morning, speaking fluent foreign language, "The legendary ancient god, Anunnaki, arrived in the ancient Nibiru and gave it to the people on the ground..."

　　 Fu Qingjun has read for many years in senior high school, and he is naturally perfect in reading comprehension and understands well.

　　 "Child." The blonde woman smiled gently, sitting on the bench in the park by the road, pointing to his book and saying, "Do you know what Anunnaki, Nibiru, mean?"

　　 The child said crisply: "Nibiru, in the Sumerian mythology for thousands of years, means ‘ferry’."

"The meaning of Anunnaki, in Sumerian, Anunnaki refers to a person who descended from the sky, but in this ancient land, Indian mythology also records this ancient and mysterious god. Nu is an ant, Naqi is a friend, Anunnaki means... ant friend."

　　 Fu Qingjun turned around, his expression changed.