OK, not long ago, Fang Tian had a conversation with Sharjah. Fang Tian asked Sharjah: "Is the message transmission in the mainland slow? "Sharjah's answer was yes, and he raised two or three fingers.
The true meaning of these two or three fingers is: irrelevant things, strange things, doubling outward in two to three months, and important things about practitioners, doubling outward in two to three days, and if it is about the continent and the empire, doubling outward in two to three magical terms, doubling outward in two to three magical terms.
After coming to this world, Fang Tian talked about "Journey to the West", "Gourd Was", "Dugu Qiubai", and "Kaspersky"
Although I have already gained a certain understanding of this... world and have also gained a certain understanding of the impact of things brought from my previous life on this world, in general, Fang Tian still regards the above stories as stories
A story is just a story
But in fact, he has been challenging the bottom line of this world
Now, his challenge has finally succeeded
There is no Internet, no bu, no mobile phone, no telegram, no grey machine, no train, its overall running rhythm is indeed slow, I'm asking, but now, the most sensitive nerve in this continent is touched
In a very short time, a certain message was as lightning as thunder, no, more intense than thunder, faster than lightning, flying over mountains, flying over plains, flying over deserts, flying over oceans, flying over cities, and flying over countries...
With Redstone Town as the center, it spreads to the entire continent...
If the message is a tangible front line, then the entire continent has been penetrated by threads of silk...
South of southern Xinjiang
A high mountain in the Calado Mountains seemed to be cut off from the middle by a peerless sword, becoming a huge plain stone wilderness. At the southern end of this plain stone wilderness, the rough and vast giant stone steps opened up in the mountains meandered and stretched straight to the ground.
At this moment, a middle-aged man with a powerful face shook his clothes behind his back and slowly walked up the steps.
Level one, level one, level one
I don't know how many times, the rotation, the nine hundred and ninety-nine steps were gone, and the man stepped into the plains of the wilderness
The moment the man stepped into the wilderness, his mighty aura disappeared, and his hands on his back drooped, and his feet gently walked towards the opposite side, on the north side of the Pingshi wilderness
As he approached, one of the two figures on the north side turned around and came
"Junior brother, you are here too." The man who came came smiled gently and said to the man who turned around in a gentle voice.
"Have seen the Emperor" turned around and arched towards the opposite side.
"We brothers don't have to be too polite." The middle-aged man nodded slightly, but did not refute the name of "Emperor" on the opposite side. After saying this, he bowed deeply and bowed to the figure who had always stood like a stone sculpture. "Teacher, the student is here, I have something to ask for."
"Say" that figure still didn't turn around
"Xue Niu asks the teacher to take action once and kill Fang Tian," the middle-aged man said in a deep voice.
"Why?"
"If this son is not eliminated, the world will be in chaos."
"I heard your heartbeat a little faster, I saw your elemental core trembling a little, you seem to be afraid of what you are afraid of?" said a stone sculpture-like figure. His voice, like a wind nan across the plain, like water flowing through the moist valley, soothing in nature, with an indescribable rhythm.
The middle-aged man was silent
"I won't take action when you go back," the voice continued, "You can take any action. I won't stop you, nor will I help you if you die, one of your sons will take over the empire."
"The teacher means that if the student takes action against that Fang Tian, the student will die?" The middle-aged man was silent for a moment and said in a stern voice.
This time, the man like a stone sculpture had no sound
"The teacher is going to let go, the student is going to say goodbye" the middle-aged man's tone at this moment, I don't know if it's disappointment or relief.
After the middle-aged man left
"Teacher, the senior brother's idea is not incomprehensible.
If Fang Tian continues like this, one day, most of the cultivators in the empire will be lost. Now, there are many families who secretly communicate with each other to the other side. As for those low-level cultivators who have no roots, it is endless for training and escape. "The man who just turned around and responded, turned around and said to the figure beside him.
"He is not your senior brother"
"But he is your student after all." The man seemed to be doing something and insisting
"Locke, your path is not the same." At this time, the figure who had always seemed like a stone sculpture finally made its first move. He stretched out his finger and pointed it below in the distance, "Locke, tell me, what did you see?"
Below, the distance is where the empire fights against the opposite side
For thousands of years, the wilderness where mountains and plains intersected has been stained with the blood of countless cultivators from both countries. Every day of every month, a small war breaks out here. This is a special battlefield. On the battlefield, there are no ordinary people, but they are cultivators.
Magicians and warriors intertwined in chaos, bloody killing
When the man named Locke saw that in a small battle situation, a level 8 mage was exhausted and was stabbed into his chest by a small warrior who was only a level 2, with a knife in his chest.
The mage's breathing stopped and his pupils dilated
The next moment, as the knife was pulled out, a blood flower bloomed silently
The passing of life is just a change of such a blood flower on this battlefield, and no one even cares about it.
In fact, this is already a rather gorgeous curtain call
When it is too often, even a bloody flower like this will not be
"You also came out of there, tell me, how did you feel when you were in it?"
"I'm not willing, I'm not willing." Rock said after a while.
"Yes, unwilling to accept it." The voice was slight fluctuating for the first time, like the wind sighing, "You may be of extraordinary origin, you may be of extraordinary talent, you may be surrounded by, you may be cold-eyed, but there, you are just insects and ants that are just like thousands of other people."
"A worm ant fell into a group of millions of worm ants, fighting each other and competing with each other, not having any strength, but just looking at the God of the Underworld and the Goddess of Life, who is favoring you?"
"I'm not willing" said well, it's just 'I'm not willing' It's this and unwilling that we have to take off our legs even if we fight to the death. There are hands, hands, teeth, teeth collapse, blood, blood flows away, and bones all over the body, condense, and a sound..."
"I'm not willing"
"I want to take it off"
"Four hundred years ago, I became a wizard, got rid of the shackles of the family, three hundred years ago, I became the ** master, two hundred years ago, I became a sacred domain, got rid of the shackles of all living beings in this continent."
The voice of the stone carving man, at this moment, was like an endless tide, spreading through the deep earth, "Do you know what your teacher feels now? That is, except for dozens of sons, there is no one in the world."
"My life is just one word, 'fighting' four hundred years ago, I fought for my family three hundred years ago, I fought for my family enemies and the empire two hundred years ago, I fought for my life two hundred years ago, I fought for my life now, the world is so big that there is no one, it can hinder my way, no one can stop my sight. At this time, it is time for me to fight for my life to heaven."
"It is said that the Holy Land has been eight hundred years, but how many people know it, eight hundred years, how can it be in a hurry?"
"Locke, do you know how many years will the life span of the Sanctuary go further?"
Locke shook his head, the level of the ** master is already far away for him, no matter the holy realm, let alone the holy realm.
"Then I will tell you now, it's not a thousand years, nor two thousand years, but a whole ten thousand years, haha, 'The green mountains are still there' several times. The sunset is red, the rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves are surging with so many heroes. This is really intoxicating."
"That child's words are correct. The mage is the first step. **, only to go to the holy realm, don't look back. The real step is still there, the green mountains are still there, the sunset is red, the green mountains are still there, the sunset is red, the sunset is red, ten thousand years later, I want to take a look at the world again."
Speaking of this, the figure that had always been like a stone sculpture finally turned around
His body and spirit were not different. In terms of temperament, he was even worse than Locke around him. His eyes looked over and saw that it was indescribable distant and deep, just like the starry sky that night
Locke naturally turned around and looked at the endless Calado Mountains with his teacher.
At this time, the afterglow of the sunset spreads over the sky, dyeing most of the west sky as bright as red gold. Golden clouds and the black clouds that cannot be shined in the distance are intertwined across the sky. It makes people see it and feel the strangeness of the sky.
Then, Locke heard the teacher continue to use the inexplicable sound and said slowly: "The empire did not exist before, and it will inevitably not exist one day in the future."
"The cultivators are the existences who pursue strength and strength. They should gather in places where they can make them powerful, rather than browse them and become the protectors of decay and backwardness. If they are not used to let themselves slowly follow the things they protect, they will not be able to move backward and decay step by step."
"Those behind, those decaying, those who should collapse, must collapse, and those who should disappear, must disappear."
Speaking of this, the stone sculpture-like man stretched out his hand again, pointed to the depths of the distant Calado Mountains, and said to Locke: "Look at the vast mountains and the jungle of billions of miles, is there a tree standing upright and rotting for a long time?"