Thunder Martial

The Purple Heart God is touched when he sees an ant struggling against heaven and against destiny.

Even if an ant survives today, he will be able to reproduce another batch of glory on that day.

How similar is this scenario to a human being who has faced disaster one time at a time?

Hidden heart, purple punch an energy, this is the strength of the source, can live and die white bone.

This energy spills over a lot of white eggs and those ants.

Surprising scenes followed, and only one of the ants, apart from one wound recovered, actually lost its life in the eyes of the naked eye and died instantly.

This scene, not only on ants, but also on white eggs, more than 80% of which have lost their vitality and become dry.

“How can this be, what the light rain is and why it has such a powerful lethality. ”

Zizhen looked very surprised, and if he hadn't done it, all the surviving ants in this nest would have died.

The only surviving ant, who recovers instantly and doubles in size, is a mutation that should be able to break through the chains and break into the land, but that's all.

The rest of the white eggs, because of the infusion of the source force, became more and more viable, and then one hatched out, their heads were huge, and the queen's head surpassed that of the adult ant.

The birth of this nest of ants represents a brand new life and represents the rise of a race.

Purple looked at this nest of ants, and time seemed to pass, and the birthing ants were rapidly dividing labor, going out looking for food, and starting to punch holes.

Like humankind rebuilt in the aftermath of the catastrophe, everyone cooperated and everything was organized.

Just as Purple Focus was on this nest of ants, Purple Focus was uninformed, and there was a philosophy that kept measuring him.

“Interesting little guy. ”

The owner of the mindfulness was an old farmer who cultivated a field between the mountains and greased some green and oily vegetables, weeding and pining the land every day.

In his leisure time, he opens new fields, but more often, he measures purple.

At the same time, he was looking at that nest of ants.

Farmers have a lot of emotions in their eyes compared to purple focus.

New life continues to emerge, the number of ants is increasing, and more ants are out looking for food, while the spirit of purple release has been detected, and there are many holes above the earth, like a maze.

Purple still insists on refining the false sky every day. Dan Ding isolated all the voices from the outside world, but as the master of Dan Ding, Purple Ding can still hear the outrage of that voice.

Beyond scolding, they chose to work with Zixuan, while others said they wanted to recognize Zixuan as the Lord, and were indifferent to this.

The ground became almost a palace, the number of ants was growing, everything was organized, and Purple chose to leave.

Zijuan traveled tens of thousands of miles to investigate all anomalies and find traces of other aliens.

A few days later, Purple returned and nothing was gained.

Coming to the nest of the original scale ants, Purple sees a mess on the ground, and the palace is completely revealed, as if another catastrophe had befallen it.

The entire palace was completely destroyed, but the corpse of the ants was not seen.

Purple detected spirituality and found signs of life more than a decade away.

He saw the ants again, and besides the queen, there were fewer than a hundred ants left, but the ants' eggs were dense and numb.

Ants have resettled and started a new life, during which time some ants will be responsible for exploring the perils around them.

Next, these ants migrate almost every ten days.

This is a perception of danger.

Zijuan still goes out all day, but comes back from time to time to check it out.

It seems that because of that origin, these ants are beginning to evolve, and the next ants, almost all of them, have the power of peak human habitat, and as they evolve, the first land ant emerges.

During this time, ants have faced several crises, but each time they escape the danger, they rise again.

In the eyes of some powerful creatures, these ants are the truest pictures ever written by humans.

“Interesting little guy. ”

The old farmer had no idea how many times he had sighed. Purple pearls watched the ants every day, and every day they explored the movement of purple pearls, which also seemed to become the habit of the old peasants.

Originally, at the end of the field, it was a cabin, but one day later, there was one more cabin, and the cabin was full of other things.

“It's rare to see a smooth eye, it's a little ticklish! ”

The old man smiled and a new glow appeared in his eyes.

Zijuan still did not ask from the man's mouth what the rebellious was, why the rebellious was in danger.

The precarious ants of that time have now become a vast empire, and the ground has almost become their world.

They have finally grown to scale.

Their natural enemies came again, but this time these ants were no longer futile resistance, but came up, like a black flood, immediately followed by the scream of the ant eater, who, less than a moment later, became a pile of white bones under the black flood.

This was kind of a graffiti piece, which created this army of ants, and then Purple decided to leave.

Less than a short walk this time, Purple found two cabins outside which an old farmer was howling in the fields.

“When did you get so many people here? ”

Purple seemed unexpected for the emergence of the old farmer, who had stayed here for a constant period of time, but had never seen the old farmer, let alone the field, which had obviously been renovated for a long time.

Being able to stay alone in this deep mountain, this is certainly not an ordinary old farmer, standing in the distance, looking at the old farmer bent over the hoe, hesitating to go up and say hello.

Obviously, this is an old senior, and this should be his place of confinement.

As for the realm, the purple spirit swept away and found itself unable to explore.

“Meeting is fate. Now that you're here, come down and sit down. ”

The old voice rang out and the old farmer opened his mouth, but did not look purple.

“Then excuse me.” The purple vaulted his hand and his body fell towards the bottom.

“Careful, don't step on it. ”

Zijuan stood outside the vegetable fields and stood still.

The old farmer was still on the hoe, not looking at the purple, and a moment later, the old farmer said: "On your right hand side, with some seeds, bring them to me. ”

Purple head twist, I can see a small packet of seeds, just a very ordinary kind, not even a little spiritual energy.

Purple picked it up and carefully walked forward.

“There's a bucket there, go get me some water. ”

On the other side of the old farmer there is a small barrel of wood.

With the strength of purple nowadays, a single movement of mind will lead to a rainwater, even the water of origin, but the old farmer orders, purple nowadays do not hesitate, take the barrel and leave.

In secluded space, the purple seemed to be able to guess the intention of the old farmer, which was to walk straight down the hill, hit a barrel of water and then walk up the hill one step at a time.

The old farmer was still on the hoe, and when the purple came back, he said again: "I've planted the seeds. ”

Purple nodded, putting the seeds on again, then watered, then filled the seeds.

As such, the old man is less busy in the field, during which the old man occasionally points a finger, while the purple is silent until the sun sets in the west mountain.

“I've been working all day and I'm dying. ”

The old farmer stood up straight and gently punched the waist with his fist. For the first time, he really measured the purple.

Purple also looked at the old farmer, his eyes cloudy, his hands covered with calluses, wrinkles all over his face, like a real old farmer, not a powerful monk.

The old farmer smiled with a merciful smile on his face and looked at Purple and asked: “Aren't you tired? ”

Purple shook his head and said: "Not tired! ”

“You're not tired, old man. I'm tired. Wait, I'll cook. ”

In the talking room, the old farmer walked towards the adjacent vegetable field.

“No, I'm not hungry either.” Zijuan waved his hand immediately.

“Bullshit. How can you not be hungry after a day of work? ”

Old farmers pick the freshest vegetables being picked.

Purple wanted to help, but the old man refused again, helpless, purple only had to go and fetch water to wash these vegetables.

The old farmer's action was very smooth. Soon after washing the vegetables, he stirred up a few more small vegetables. During this time, the old farmer also used salted meat dried from his home stroke, stirred up a meat vegetable for purple meat, and the vegetable aroma came out.

The two of them sat on a stone stool outside the wooden house, with three plates of green vegetables and a plate of meat on the stone table. After putting down the last dish, the old farmer said: “It's been a long time since we've had guests here. I'll go get some wine later. ”

Zixuan did not refuse, the old farming business was a bit odd, but absolutely no malice.

Soon, the old farmer moved in a small pot of wine and brought two more porcelain bowls, which opened and then poured out a slightly turbid drink.

Passed to a bowl of purple, the old farmer laughed: "Don't give up, it's homemade. ”

“No!”

Zizhen took it, drank it, and said a good drink.

The dishes are ordinary dishes, the liquor is more ordinary wine, it's all like the life of a human being in Tianwu mainland. This meal does not have all kinds of mountain precious sea flavors, nor does it supplement spirituality, but the purple meal is very happy, very comfortable, very relaxed and natural, which is a feeling of prolonged disobedience.

Neither of them asked each other about their past or each other, which was drinking and eating food.

After three tours, the old farmer seemed to have a bit of alcohol, his eyes slightly squinted, looked up at the sky, then at the purple.

For some reason, Zijuan had a feeling of hair, which seemed instantly to recall the three words of the anti-heavenly.

“I've been busy all day. Stay here at night. I have work to do tomorrow. ”

Purple nodded, then curious: “Will you continue growing vegetables tomorrow? ”

The old farmer shook his head and said, "No, tomorrow the refiners. ”

“Refinery? What soldier?” Purple looked at the old farmer in confusion and drank the last bowl of wine.

“Heavenly Soldier!” At this moment, he suddenly became mysterious and tall, "the old farmer said.

“Pfft!”

The old farmer's face was sprayed with purple mouthful of wine.