A long, long time ago......

Well, it wasn't long ago that Fang Tian had a conversation with Sharjah. Fang Tian asked Shajah: "Is the transmission of news from the mainland relatively slow?" Sharjah replied, holding up two or three fingers.

The true meaning of these two or three fingers is: inconsequential new things, strange things, doubling outward at a rate of two to three months. Regarding the cultivator's urgent and important matters, it doubles outward at a rate of two to three days. And if it is about the continent and the empire, it will be doubled outward at the rate of two or three magic hours.

After coming to this world, Fang Tian talked about "Journey to the West", "Hulu Baby", "Dugu Seeking Defeat", and "Kaspersky".

Although on this ...... The world already had a certain understanding, and then he also had a certain understanding of the influence of the things brought over from the previous life in this world, but on the whole, Fang Tian still regarded the above stories as stories.

Stories are just stories.

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 telegraph, no, no train, and its overall pace of operation is indeed slow and leisurely. But now, that most sensitive nerve of the continent has been touched.

In a very short time, the same message flew over mountains, over plains, over deserts, over cities, over nations, with the speed of thunder, nay, more intense than thunder, faster than lightning......

With Redstone as the center, spread out to the entire continent......

If the message is a tangible front, then the entire continent has been penetrated and strung through by silk threads......

South of southern Xinjiang.

One of the Carado Mountains, a vein, a tall mountain peak that seemed to have been cut by a peerless sword in the middle, becoming a huge plain stone wilderness. At the southern end of this flat stone wilderness, the huge stone steps opened up by the first level of rough and reckless mountains meander and stretch to the ground.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a majestic face was shaking his clothes behind his back and slowly walking up the steps.

One level, one level, one level.

I don't know how many, I don't know how many times, I don't know how many times, the nine hundred and ninety-nine steps are gone, and the man steps up to the flat stone wilderness.

And the moment the man stepped into the wilderness, the majestic momentum disappeared, and the hands on his back also hung down to his side, and his footsteps gently walked towards the opposite side, the north side of the flat stone wilderness.

As he approached, one of the two figures on the north side turned.

"Senior brother, you are also here. The man who came here smiled softly, and said softly to the man who turned around.

"I've seen the Emperor. The man who turned around arched his hand to the opposite side.

"Between our brothers and sisters, there is no need to be polite. The middle-aged man bowed slightly, but he did not refute the title of "Emperor" of the person opposite, after saying this, he bowed deeply and bowed to the figure that had been standing like a stone carving, "Teacher, the students are here, and they have something to ask for." ”

Say. The figure still hadn't turned around.

"Xueniu asked the teacher to make a move and kill Fang Tian. The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

"Why?"

"If this son is not removed, the world will be in chaos. ”

"I hear your heart beating a little fast, I see your elemental core trembling a little, you seem to be scared. What are you afraid of?" said the stone-carved figure lightly, his voice, like the wind through the plains, like water flowing through the valley, soothing nature, with an indescribable rhythm.

The middle-aged man was silent.

"Go back, I'm not going to make a move. The voice continued, "You can take any action, and I won't stop you or help you." If you die, one of your sons will take over the empire. ”...,

"What does the teacher mean 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 an astringent voice.

This time, the stone-carved man didn't make any sound.

"The teacher is sorry, and the student is leaving. The middle-aged man's tone at this moment didn't know whether it was disappointment or relief.

After the middle-aged man left.

"Teacher, in fact, the thoughts of the senior brother are not incomprehensible.

If Fang Tian goes on like this, one day, most of the cultivators of the empire will be lost. Even now, there are already many families who are secretly communicating with each other. As for those low-level cultivators who have no foundation, they are openly experienced and secretly absconding, and they are endless. The man who turned around just now turned around and said to the figure beside him.

"He's not your brother. ”

"But he's your student after all. The man seemed to be doing something and insisting.

"Locke, your paths are not the same. At this time, the figure that had been like a stone sculpture finally made its first movement, he stretched out his finger and pointed to the distant bottom, "Locke, tell me, what do you see?"

Below, far away, is where the Empire is at war with the other side.

For thousands of years, the wilderness of the mountains and plains has been stained with the blood of countless cultivators in the two countries, and every day of the year, every month, a small war breaks out here. This is a special battlefield, on the battlefield, there are no ordinary people, they are all cultivators.

Magicians and warriors are chaotic and bloody.

When the man named Locke was about to pass by, in a small battle situation, an eighth-level mage was exhausted, and a small martial artist who was only a second-level warrior was stabbed into the chest.

The mage's breath stopped, his pupils dilated.

The next moment, with the pull of the knife, a blood flower bloomed silently.

The passing of life is just a change of such a blood flower. On this battlefield, no one even cares.

In fact, this is already a relatively gorgeous curtain call.

More often than not, there won't even be a blood flower like this.

"You also came out of there, tell me, how did you feel when you were in it?"

"Unwilling, unwilling!" said Locke, who was silent for a long time.

"Yes, unwillingly. "You may be of extraordinary origin, you may be of extraordinary talent, you may be embraced, you may be cold-eyed, but there, you are just an ant like thousands of other people." ”

"An insect ant fell into a colony of thousands of insects and ants, tearing each other apart, and competing, it is no longer what strength is, but just looking at the god of the underworld and the goddess of life, who favors you more. ”

"I'm unwilling" is a good saying, that is, 'I'm unwilling'! It is precisely this and unwillingness that makes us desperately want to get out. The leg was broken, and there was a hand, and the hand was broken, and there were teeth, and the teeth were broken, and there was blood, and the blood was gone, and there were bones. Everything in the body is condensed and condensed into one voice......"

"I'm unwilling!"

"I want detachment!"

"Four hundred years ago, I became a mage and got rid of my family's wildness. Three hundred years ago, I became a teacher and was freed from the shackles of the empire. Two hundred years ago, I became a sanctuary, freed from the wildness of the beings of this continent. ”

The voice of the stone carving man, at this moment, like an endless tide, spread over the deep earth, "Do you know how the teacher feels now? That is, except for dozens of sons, there is no one in the world." ”

"In my life, there is only one word, 'fight'! Four hundred years ago, I fought for my family's life. Three hundred years ago, I fought for my family's enemies and the Empire. Two hundred years ago, I fought for my life on this continent. Now, the world is so big, there is no one who can block my way, and there is no one who can block my vision. And at this time, it's time for me to fight for my life. ”...,

"It is said that the Holy Land is eight hundred years, and a few people know, eight hundred years, what a hurry!"

"Locke, do you know how many years the Sanctuary will live for if it goes further?"

Locke shook his head, the division level was already far away for him, let alone the Holy Domain, let alone above the Holy Domain.

"Then the teacher will tell you now, not a thousand years, not two thousand years, but a whole ten thousand years! Hehe, 'the green mountains are still in' a few degrees of sunset red, the rolling Yangtze River is passing away, how many heroes are surging in the waves!, these words are really intoxicating!"

That kid was right. The mage is only the first step, and it is only average. When you go to the holy land, don't look back, the real step is still ahead. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. Hehe, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. Locke, 10,000 years from now, I want to see this world again!"

Speaking of this, the figure that had been like a stone sculpture finally turned around.

There is no difference in his body and spirit, in terms of temperament, it is even inferior to Locke beside him, only those eyes, looking at the past, are indescribably distant and profound, just like the starry sky at night.

Naturally, Locke also turned around, and with the teacher, looked at the endless stretch of the Calado Mountains.

At this time, the afterglow of the setting sun spreads across the sky, dyeing most of the western sky as bright as red gold, and pieces of golden clouds and the black clouds that the sun does not shine in the distance are intertwined across the sky, making people look at it and feel the inexplicable strangeness of Ichihe.

Then, Locke heard the teacher continue to speak slowly in that inexplicable rhythmic voice: "The empire did not exist before, and it will inevitably cease to exist one day in the future." ”

"Cultivators are beings who seek strength and strength, and they should have gathered in places that would make them strong, not that they should have wandered over and become protectors of decay and backwardness. In that case, there would be no use in letting them slowly follow what they were protecting, step by step, backward and decaying. ”

"Those who are backward, those who are rotten, those who should collapse, let it collapse, and those who should disappear, let it disappear. ”

Speaking of this, the stone-carved man once again stretched out his hand, pointed to the depths of the distant Calado Mountains, and said to Locke: "Look at this long mountain, hundreds of millions of miles of jungle, but there is a tree that has stood up for a long time in decay?"