Man’s calculation is not as good as God’s calculation

Author: Demonic Cangyue

Man’s calculation is not as good as God’s calculation

Prometheus tried to destroy the First Emperor's coffin, but was captured on the spot.

Yan Nu stood on the coffin with bare feet, and used Gao Xin's blade to symbiosis with his backhand.

She has been resurrected, and even though her gender has changed, Yan Nu feels there is no difference.

This time around, it's different from the previous ones.

She has been transformed by a foreign land before, but it was actually shaped into another person. Yan Slave can be Jiang Yan'er, but Jiang Yan'er is not Yan Slave.

They have different educational starting points, different personalities, and different memories.

All the sub-personalities are not the 'Xingtian' that he has been looking forward to for three thousand years, only the simplest Yan Nuer is.

But this time, it was Yan Nu's self-evolution, and what changed was the true gender of the source. It seemed that she was a woman from the moment she was born in the world of ice and snow.

This is the innate primary nature.

Yan Nu only became a woman, nothing else changed, and no new sub-personality appeared. She was him.

Even her appearance is very close to that of a man. Her chest is flat and her facial features are much softer. Anyone who has seen Yan Nu will recognize her as Yan Nu or a compatriot of Yan Nu just by looking at her appearance at this moment.

sisters.

On the contrary, his height has dropped from nine feet to seven feet, but because his legs are very long, it is not obvious that he is much shorter. Moreover, seven feet is taller than many men. Zhang Pijiang is only seven feet.

Yak's male form is only 6 feet 2, and his female form is 5 feet 8.

"The artistic conception is back. I feel more at ease when I have the artistic conception."

Yan Nu was very happy. This life and death experience made her anxious several times.

"bass!"

A flash of gun light flashed, killing Prometheus on the spot, and a ray of true spirit escaped into the artistic conception.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Bijiang, Yu Yangzi, and Xiu Yanggong were all released by him and no longer suppressed them.

"Give it all, give it all, don't you want to commit suicide? Do it yourself!"

Yan Nu sat down on the coffin of the First Emperor and crossed his arms.

Yuyangzi let out a long sigh: "The whole world is turbid, but I am alone in my purity. Everyone in the world is drunk, but I am alone in my sobriety."

After saying that, he committed suicide on the spot, his body and soul were destroyed.

Everyone was speechless, Miao Han said: "The man who sang in the past, 'The water in the Canglang is clear, I can wash my tassel, the water in the Canglang is turbid, I can wash my feet', today he actually imitated Qu Yuan, I can only say

It is absolutely unreasonable to commit suicide."

Yu Yangzi committed suicide and finally succeeded, no one stopped him.

After completing the act of committing suicide, the suicide is absolutely eliminated. Fortunately, the infection effect is not the kind that lasts until death.

After Yu Yangzi died, he regretted it on the spot: "Yan Nu, save me!"

Hearing him shouting in the artistic conception, Yan Nu let out a hey, and waited until Zhang Bijiang and Xiu Yanggong were dead before releasing the three of them together.

"This is outrageous, my mind is filled with thoughts of suicide!"

"Qu Yuan's voice and sad face keep rolling in my mind!"

"My revenge in Youdu has not yet been avenged, and the prosperity of the demon clan has not yet been created, how can I commit suicide!"

The three people were reshaped by Yan Nu and came back to life. They all hated their previous thoughts!

The three of them are all serious immortals who have worked hard to cultivate themselves. They all have their own way and are persistent, and they are not afraid of any difficulties or obstacles.

Rao is the most laid-back Yuyangzi, but he also has perseverance in his heart. Six hundred years ago, he advised Qu Yuan to be more open-minded and live on. Six hundred years later, when faced with the pressure of Penglai, he could still draw his sword. It can be said that he lived as he wished, free and easy.

Xiu Yanggong has lived from ancient times to the present, and has gone through many vicissitudes. He has seen countless evil villains, and has also seen hundreds of sages and sages. He has been responsible for the rise and fall of the demon clan, taking it as his own responsibility, and has not given up even after being suppressed for eight hundred years.

As a result, they actually committed suicide because of something ridiculous. The more they thought about it, the more uncomfortable and disgusting they became!

"Fortunately, this idea can be solved, otherwise I wouldn't dare to think about it. I would be so unwilling to die like this." Zhang Pijiang's hands were shaking.

Carrying the hatred of his family and country and the desire for civilizational change, he would rather be struck to death by another calamity from heaven than die in such humiliation.

"Okay, okay, the Jingzhou Cauldron has been refined by me, don't be afraid."

Yan Nu appeased everyone, and then took Qingmei, Zhuma, and Huang Banyun out of the artistic conception.

Several of them died in the previous battle. After Yan Nu's artistic conception disappeared, no one knows what happened to them.

"We can't see anything in your artistic conception space. The fire was extinguished and it suddenly lit up just now." Huang Banyun said.

Yan Nu was startled, my dear, is it really extinguished?

Fortunately, the artistic conception space is still there, otherwise Huang Banyun and the others would have passed away forever and could not be resurrected.

"It's so dangerous. This Xuzhou Cauldron's obliteration is the strongest, right? It's too comprehensive and terrifying." Yan Nu said.

Everyone sighed: "But even if it is such an erasure, you can still adapt."

The death of a non-female person in Xuzhou Cauldron is the most terrifying obliteration ever seen. Even the adaptation of Yan Slave has been banned alive, and another set of adaptation manifestations have been found.

It’s conceivable, which man can handle this thing? It has so many functions that it squeezes everything out without leaving any room.

On the concept of death, it can be said to be extremely comprehensive!

If it weren't for the fact that the depth wasn't as good as Yan Slave's adaptation, Yan Slave must have been completely cold.

Luo Yan took the opportunity to remind: "Absolute characteristics can only be stronger, not the strongest. Never underestimate the wonders of the world."

"Hmm..." Yan Nu nodded, stood up barefoot on the First Emperor's coffin, and pointed downward: "Can I open this thing?"

Qingmei and Zhuma said excitedly: "Have you cleared the level yet?"

"Drive quickly! Drive quickly!"

"How about I do it instead? I'll open the treasure chest and sneak away!"

They wanted to fly up to help, but a group of descendants of Emperor Yan immediately stopped them and said: "Get back!"

Luo Yan looked at the two of them suspiciously, and told them about the situation of Prometheus before, so that no one could get close to him.

Only then did the green plum and the bamboo horse feel at peace.

Luan Xing moved out of the way, and the spirit of the divine bird floated away: "Just open it yourself. Zu Long Qi will stay for a moment after leaving the body."

"This is your only chance. If you can't coexist with it, it will leave instantly and fly into the jade seal of the country."

After hearing this, Yan Nu expressed his understanding and was about to open the coffin.

Miaohan suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute..."

Yan Nu was very obedient and looked back at her.

Miaohan always feels that something is wrong. Is it too simple?

Tiandao did indeed take action, and it was by using Prometheus, which was unexpected, but they were still easily defeated.

Is it because they have too many characteristics that Heaven really can't do anything about, or is there a back-up plan?

"Release Prometheus, he should be awake now, right?" Miaohan said.

Yan Nu immediately released him, and the artistic conception could cut off the imprint on the soul and purify the true spirit.

Sure enough, Prometheus seemed to wake up and said: "Sorry, I seem to be dominated by fate."

Miaohan asked him: "Then can you predict Tiandao's next plan now?"

Prometheus was silent for a moment and said: "Fate is helpless. There are only three gods here. Typhon is absolutely obsessed with heaven, and Metos is absolutely slow. Neither of them can twist their minds."

"I seem to be the weakest one, and I can predict the fate of future actions, so I was forcibly controlled as a chess piece."

Miao Han asked strangely: "Why can the way of heaven control you? You are already a god against heaven."

Prometheus said: "I don't know, fate must have used other strange objects to control me."

"Anyway, fate will take action next, but it will just be a meaningless struggle."

Among the people present, the most threatening one is actually Luan Xing, who can directly parasitize the Ancestral Dragon Coffin.

But the group of tomb guardians have an iron will. If they could be twisted by the way of heaven, they would have destroyed the Ancestral Dragon Qi for five hundred years. How could they be here now?

In the same way, Qingmei and Zhuma also have iron wills. They are masters of the Huashan Immortal Sect and are basically not controlled by the law of heaven and can only be affected indirectly.

That's why Huashan can be so unrestrained and transcendent! As long as you stay at home and play in the cave...well, if you understand the way of swordsmanship, you can be independent of cause and effect, avoid catastrophes, and be independent.

Luo Yan said calmly: "So from now on, only we can use the way of heaven."

"I and other demons are all cunning. Even if the heaven can control my heart, it cannot control my people!"

This sounds weird, but Miaohan understands.

At the beginning of the Withering Wall, Luo Yan could still move forward even though his soul was dead.

They can preset what to do or what not to do, so that even if there is a mental problem, they can not be exploited.
To be continued...