Jiang Yiming saw that the giant dragon Orxiu closed his eyes slightly, slowly eating the roast whole beef, looking like he was enjoying it, and said with a smile: "The treatment you enjoy on the earth is very good, it can be said that you are meticulous, better than the standards of the president of the United States." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

"Hehe, if it weren't for the dispatch of the Natural Council, I wouldn't have come here, the active energy is so thin that it's like a desert, and every second of time here is a waste of my life. If you can't eat better, it's no different from sinning. The dragon Orseus opened a huge golden dragon eye and said lazily.

Jiang Yiming didn't seem to be in a very bad mood when he saw the dragon, he was not impatient with his question, and took the opportunity to ask: "Look at me now, I am already at the peak of a high-level druid, and I can't feel progress in my cultivation every day, how can I break through the bottleneck and become a great druid?" ”

The giant dragon glanced at Jiang Yiming, the huge dragon's mouth opened slightly, and said with a smile: "You should have returned to Earth for this, right?" But I can't tell you, and you know why. ”

Yes? Jiang Yiming was a little annoyed, his expression was a little uneven, and he said, "This is no longer an endless wilderness, can the Natural Council still manage here?" It's a bit excessive. ”

The dragon seemed to have no interest in dealing with Jiang Yiming, closed the dragon's eyes, and lay motionless on the ground, as if he was asleep.

"Lord Orseus?" Jiang Yiming tried to scream, but he didn't get an answer, but he wasn't completely dead, and stood on the top of Mount Everest and looked around for a while.

In the past, the ghost place where people were inaccessible, the cold wind was cold, and the birds did not poop has become a small town full of people. Low igloos are lined up in a circle, surrounding the dragon. These ice roofs are planted with national flags, which drift around with the cold wind.

Jiang Yiming casually looked at it, and saw the five-star red flag, the star-striped flag of the United States, the rice-shaped flag of the United Kingdom, the double-headed eagle flag of Russia, and so on. Even some small countries with less strength have joined forces to build an igloo and plant seven or eight flags on the roof, which look like an unprofessional rabble.

Do these countries regard dragons as messengers of advanced civilizations? It's a pity that the things on the earth don't have much value for the endless wilderness, and others don't even bother to look at them. The corners of Jiang Yiming's mouth showed a hint of sarcasm, those who have not been to the endless wilderness will not know that there is Jinshan, and the earth is a rotten land that is barren than a desert.

Jiang Yiming turned his head to look at the giant dragon Orseus again, and found that it had swallowed a roasted whole cow with its mouth open, and then closed its eyes again. There was no reaction to the speeches of a few guys around him who were wrapped like black bears.

"Lord Dragon, we're from England and want to invite you to visit there for a few days."

Jiang Yiming's super hearing was not affected in the howling cold wind, and he could hear it clearly. Sharp as an eagle's eyesight, he also saw the deep disappointment on the faces of those people. He thought with some rejoicing: Fortunately, this guy is a foodie, he doesn't care about other affairs, and the invincible force of the earth has not been exerted, otherwise the earth will definitely be a mess.

Seeing that he couldn't get guidance from the dragon's mouth, Jiang Yiming had a plan to leave the top of Mount Everest. The majestic spiritual power wrapped around his body, counteracting the gravitational pull of the earth, and the whole person floated, breaking through the air and flying towards the Australian continent at high speed.

Satellites and radars from all over the world detected a UFO ten times the speed of sound on the top of Mount Everest. The military departments of various countries suddenly became a little flustered, and they were unable to intercept such a high-speed flying object.

Jiang Yiming didn't know that his flight had caused a lot of tension in the military departments of various countries, and he crossed a distance of 10,000 miles in more than half an hour and came to the center of Brisbane, the capital of New Australia.

As soon as he landed, he found that the city's architecture had changed dramatically, the original houses with a history of more than ten years and decades had disappeared and replaced them with new buildings with a science fiction flavor. Blade-shaped buildings and spiral-shaped high-rise buildings abounded, and at first glance he thought he had arrived in the near future.

A biochemical robot that was operating ten sweeping robots to clean the ground paused slightly, then left his post and walked to Jiang Yiming's side, bowed down and said, "I'm Dr. Ford, welcome back." ”

Jiang Yiming asked casually: "This city seems to have changed its appearance, and it is almost unrecognizable." ”

"After you left, the Japanese rushed here. After destroying them, Brisbane was almost in ruins, and had to be torn down and rebuilt. Dr. Ford said.

Jiang Yiming didn't care much about the redevelopment of the city, and after knowing that there was nothing big about New Australia, he let Dr. Ford continue to manage it, and he had to explore how to advance to the Great Druid.

In fact, New Australia is very well managed, because its citizens are all composed of awakened biochemical robots, and they are in good order. Unlike other countries on the planet, the national conditions are complex, and the national personalities are diverse, which is difficult to manage.

Jiang Yiming walked alone on the street, and saw that the citizens of New Zealand and Australia did not need to be commanded by the police, whether they were driving or walking, they were very aware of traffic rules, and no one violated them.

"Such a citizen, presumably the kind of citizen that the ruler of other countries dreams of, will reduce the cost of management to a minimum."

Jiang Yiming retracted his gaze, strolled down the street, and as he walked, he turned into a park with a large area, and sat motionless on a bench, as if turning into a sculpture.

A white dove seemed to be tired of flying, and landed on top of Jiang Yiming's head, who had no trace of human breath, and used his head as a wooden stake, jumping and stepping around.

Jiang Yiming seemed to have lost his breath, but he was clear about what was happening in his head. It's just that he doesn't have the heart to banish the pigeon at all now, and most of his energy is devoted to the ocean of memories left by Mongro, the theatrical body.

In his mind, Mongro, as a god, should have seen many druids, and might be able to find an opportunity to break through the bottleneck.

At first, things went relatively smoothly, as he sailed a small sampan on the sea of Mongro's memory.

Although it was not calm, it was not dangerous, and those small waves more than a meter high could not penetrate the sampan, and at most wet the hull.

Jiang Yiming also took the opportunity to learn a lot of information about Mongro, such as when he was still a human being, he was a small nobleman on the mainland, and he liked drama very much. Not only is it a must-see every day, but he even puts in the effort to learn how to choreograph a new play.

Just like the authors of online novels, most of them evolved from readers, usually because of the shortage of books, they couldn't find the novels they liked, and they started writing in anger.

This was the case with Mongro, who was obsessed with theatre and had deep roots, and soon became a well-known dramatist, choreographing many new plays that were circulated throughout the continent.

"Damn, I'm looking for memories of the druids, how did I find all this garbage, weird!" Jiang Yiming complained, very unhappy.

Although the scenery and human feelings of the other world seem to be extremely real, they are much stronger than the top Hollywood blockbusters. No matter how much money you spend on a movie, no matter how real the props are, and how delicate the details are, how can it be compared to a real world.

If you can shoot a film according to Mongro's memory, it will be enough to build a world that is far more authentic than Avatar.

It's just that Jiang Yiming doesn't want these memories of daily life, he wants to see the memories of the druids breaking through the bottleneck. However, Mongro's memory time is calculated in thousands of years, which is huge, and it is difficult to search for specific memories.

Whoo, Jiang Yiming, who was driving a small sampan, suddenly found that the wind and waves on the ocean of Mongro's memory had become bigger, making the waves much higher. If the wave was only more than one meter high before, now it is six or seven meters high, which has multiplied several times.

"Something is wrong, Mongro's residual consciousness has long since dissipated, and the intensity of the waves on this ocean of memories should not change, how can it suddenly increase so much now!" Jiang Yiming realized that it was not good and prepared to leave.

Rumble! A wave seven or eight meters high rose high, carrying tens of thousands of tons of seawater, and rushed down towards the small sampan carrying Jiang Yiming with dark clouds.

His figure was already faint, about to become transparent, and he was about to leave Mongro's sea of memories. At that time, no matter how many tons of seawater are pressed, it has nothing to do with him.

An unfamiliar force suddenly emerged from the sea, forming an invisible giant hand, which pulled towards Jiang Yiming's body.

"Damn! This is the remnants of Mongereau's hind hand! Jiang Yiming knew that he had fallen into a trap, but he didn't want to fall to the bottom and never be able to escape.

In order not to be completely caught by the trap, his spiritual power gushed out wildly and turned into a transparent pair of scissors. The oversized scissors snapped into the big hand and cut it off instantly.

Jiang Yiming's face had just appeared with joy, and before he could laugh, tens of thousands of tons of seawater poured down, directly pressing him into the sea dozens of meters deep.

At this moment, countless Mongro's memories rushed into Jiang Yiming's mind, easily submerging his memories of more than twenty years. It's like a glass of water falling into a bathtub filled with red ink, and it's definitely the water in the cup that is dyed red, not the ink in the tub that is diluted to colorlessness.

The white dove was on top of Jiang Yiming's head, and he seemed to feel that the natural aura exuded by this place was stronger than that in the forest, and it was an absolute feng shui treasure.

A day passed, and the man on the park bench remained motionless, attracting the attention of a New Australian national. After he reported the incident, he suddenly found ten minutes later that the area with a diameter of ten meters centered on the bench had become a forbidden area, and no one was allowed to approach it.

That person has a high status? The New Zealand Nationals were surprised for a moment, and then left. He also had to work to get enough credit to live comfortably.

In the evening of the third day, the dusk sun shone on the earth, drawing shadows to the elders. Jiang Yiming, who was sitting on the bench, opened his eyes, and his eyes showed a look of confusion.

"I am Mongro, the god of theatre that millions of people believe. No, I'm the strongest druid on Earth, just returned from the Endless Wilderness. ”

Jiang Yiming's eyes were sometimes sober, sometimes confused, and he couldn't figure out who he was for a while.

It's just that later, he looked at the cars passing by quickly on the street in front of him, and his eyes showed curiosity: "Such an ingenious mechanical creation, probably the best dwarves can't make such things in batches." ”

"Mongro" took his eyes off the car and stared at a female biochemical robot twenty meters away for a long time, and did not withdraw his gaze when he got a pair of white eyes.

"There is something strange in this person's body, completely embedded deep in the body, as if it has developed as one. It's really a strange thing, two things that are clearly two natures are so well integrated, these people must be a race created by some powerful being. ”

Immediately afterward, "Mongro" carefully released his spiritual power and scanned the area within a radius of ten miles, testing whether there was a similar existence in the vicinity.

An ecstatic expression appeared on his face: "There are no gods in this world, not even divine creatures, but there are so many human beings, it is really a world that is very suitable for developing faith." ”

"Mongro" beckoned to the female cyborg that had just rolled her eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Come here, come to me." ”

"Neurotic!" The female cyborg cursed and swayed away.

"Mongro" sensed his body, and suddenly smiled bitterly: I didn't expect to awaken to a druid, no wonder the charm human beings released just now had no effect at all. The strength is only a high-level druid, but he is really weak, and he will hit the street when he encounters a strong enemy, so he must improve it.

Some of the gods who have lived for thousands of years have ways to improve the strength of those below the legendary level. Thinking that at the beginning, it was impossible for a high-level druid to even get his attention, which was really wrong.

Thinking of this, a hint of pride appeared on the face of "Mongro", the gods who could be resurrected from the astral realm could be counted on their fingers, and he was the only resurrected god in the last few thousand years.

"Those stupid gods who have laughed at me for my low divine power and that my priesthood is just acting, I'm afraid they didn't think that I could be resurrected." For the play within and after the play he designed, "Mongro" is very proud.

Sou! There was a thud of breaking through the air, and the person who had been sitting on the bench for three days disappeared, leaving a white trail in the air that had not been dispersed for a long time.

Flying high in the sky, "Mongereau" has confirmed that the human beings living on this continent are all creatures of some existence, just like the previous woman. Just in case, he chose to leave this continent and go to another place to start a plan, and improve his strength first.

The gods are creatures that have lived for a long time, and they will not act to the detriment of their own interests for the sake of a little false face, and any one of them is almost absolutely san.

Wellington, New Zealand

Since the failure of the Australian refugees' counterattack on the Australian mainland, the refugees who have lost their spirit have become chaotic and no longer polite. Like the refugees from the Middle East and Africa who came to Europe, they have extended their black hand to the indigenous people of New Zealand.

In a remote alley, four strong white men blocked a working woman in a small gray suit, staring at her pretty face and the towering mountain peaks on her chest.

"Help!" Jesse leaned his back against the cold wall and hissed.

A sunny and handsome young man with a distorted face said: "You call, the louder I am, the more excited I am!" ”

With a hiss, Jesse's coat was violently torn off, revealing the uncovered black bra, and the snow-white skin underneath was clearly visible.

"No!" Jesse screamed.

"Do you want to gain power, do you want to kill the four people in front of you? Believe in me, and I will give you strength. A solemn voice came to her mind. (To be continued.) )