At this time, the total balance of magic points on Ke Xiaoliang's data panel had reached more than four million.
As more and more people enter the world of the gourd, and as the background story of the world gradually unfolds, even if Ke Xiaoliang does nothing, his magic value is beating by thousands or tens of thousands every minute.
Sometimes, a little twists and turns will lead to a large-scale harvest.
Suddenly the autumn wind came, and the crops on the ground were full.
"I sent Yin Feiyang into the church scene before the destruction of the world to get an important 'plot'. I thought it was just to let him get some information. But in the end, the look Matthew gave Yin Feiyang... was a bit interesting. It seems that the real world is indeed true. It is different from the false world that is purely set by me. The latter is rigid and rigid, but the former is full of all kinds of changes and details that even I cannot fully grasp." Ke Xiaoliang, thinking of this, did not have any thoughts in his heart. unhappy.
This change was actually something he had anticipated.
As expressed in the Honghuangliu novels that I often read in my previous life, the general trend of the way of heaven cannot be changed, but the small trend can be changed.
This means that the general direction and process set by the way of heaven cannot be changed or violated. However, the small details that occur in these large processes can be changed and changed.
For example, the Conferred God War is a must, but the specific people who will be on the Conferred God List are not necessarily fixed.
This is the difference between general trends and small details.
In this post-nuclear wasteland world, Ke Xiaoliang represents the way of heaven.
He set the general direction and progress of the world.
As for any changes in details, it was not entirely through his hands.
Of course, Ke Xiaoliang can use his own authority to forcefully interfere in some details.
You can do this...but it's not necessary.
To be a Taoist ancestor, you must have the style of being a Taoist ancestor.
Macroeconomic control is enough. As long as the details are in line with the overall interests, why bother to intervene in everything and impose restrictions on everything?
Of the more than four million magic points gained, Ke Xiaoliang kept one million as backup.
The remaining three million were invested into the world again, creating large areas of ocean outside the existing continental plates, and creating new land frameworks.
Although the overall area of the world is not small now, for longer-term development, harvesting more crops for a longer period of time, it is still necessary to open up the map as soon as possible and expand the world area as soon as possible.
Otherwise, when the practitioners who come to this world become powerful to a certain extent and are able to travel around the world and discover the various levels of the world, there will inevitably be many flaws left if they try to expand the world.
While generating a new continent, Ke Xiaoliang was also working on building the ruins of the City of God.
That will be the core of the entire world, and also the most terrifying and frightening place.
Tens of millions of people have lost their lives here, and God has been seriously injured here, and his divine blood has been shed.
A place like this should be different.
Of course, it is impossible to completely build the ruins of the City of God in just such a short time.
It can only temporarily set an outline and tone.
On the other side, the conflict between good and evil has become more and more intense in this different world.
Song Qingwen and Murong Yunting looked at each other.
They are innocent and know that this stalemate cannot continue.
Leaving the righteous monks behind was their intention.
Moreover, Yin Feiyang, the master of the Dragon Sword, has an incredible strength and combat effectiveness in real life. To completely offend such a righteous boss-level figure would be of no benefit compared to not being afraid of him...
Under the hint of Song Qingwen's eyes, Murong Yun shouted: "Elder Xue! Stop it! Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated. People like Sword Master Yin can be made to submit by using mere threats. Then he will not make the devils and cultivators in the world hate and hate him so much, but still have no choice but to do anything about him."
These words greatly alleviated the extremely intense and tragic atmosphere on the scene.
Xue Wuliang planned to continue to show off his 'prestige', but found that Song Qingwen was looking at him with cold eyes. In an instant, the madness in his head cooled down in an instant.
Within the Demon Sect, even the elders are divided into three, six or nine levels.
And Song Qingwen... is undoubtedly the one standing near the top.
Not to mention, since having this strange encounter in another world, Song Qingwen has had many "opportunities" and his cultivation has been slightly improved.
As for Xue Wuliang, he was a relatively low-level elder. Although his status was equal to everyone's in name, in reality he was far inferior.
Xue Wuliang, who was convinced in his heart but not in his mouth, continued to look at Yin Feiyang with disdainful eyes: "Sword Master Yin! No matter how powerful you are outside, here... you will always be my defeat. Never mind that you have ever been How majestic, I can step you into the mud and eat shit at any time! Hahaha...!"
After he finished speaking, there was a long series of rampant laughter, which really attracted a lot of hatred.
Yin Feiyang reluctantly stood up from the ground and patted the dust on his body with his twisted palms as if nothing had happened.
Then he stretched out his bloody palm in front of Xue Wuliang's eyes.
"return!"
"What?" Xue Wuliang was stunned.
"The cross! Come back!" Yin Feiyang said.
Xue Wuliang laughed, pointed at Yin Feiyang and said, "Are you crazy? Do you dare to ask me to return the things I took away?"
Yin Feiyang just said lightly: "If you break one of my arms, I will remember your sword. If you destroy the arms of my disciple, I will remember your two swords. There is no one in this world who can withstand my three swords without any harm." Sword. I wonder if you, Elder Xue, can withstand my fourth sword."
As soon as these words came out, although Xue Wuliang showed no fear on the surface, he still swallowed his saliva unconsciously.
Obviously, the Demon Sect monk's plan failed.
They thought they could knock away Yin Feiyang's pride.
But it seems to have had the opposite effect.
"This requires coordinated actions or specific words to turn it on!" Song Qingwen took the cross from Xue Wuliang's hand, shook it in front of his eyes, and looked at it carefully.
He once collected some crosses and even read the entire Bible.
From the material point of view, this is just an ordinary silver cross, nothing surprising or special.
Therefore, Song Qingwen guessed that if you want to use it, you need other conditions.
Facing Song Qingwen's temptation, Yin Feiyang did not answer.
He just used his other hand to break back some of the dislocated bones one by one.
His face was expressionless throughout the whole process, it was clear that he was in severe pain, but he didn't frown.
"I can tell you that I learned an important message by traveling through time and space. You can also try to see if you can force the answer out of me."
After saying that, he turned around and said to many righteous monks: "Disciples! If you feel that you can't bear it anymore, withdraw from the world first. I, Yin Feiyang, will never blame you. If you stay, don't blame me for being ruthless. These devil bastards will wait for you. You guys, if any tricks are used on you, I will write them down for you. I will pay them back a thousand times over another day."
"Do you trust me?"
