This night, Redstone is not destined to be lonely.

Tens of thousands of cultivators and thousands of discussions made this night still a day that never sleeps.

Many of the cultivators who had just come to Redstone Town in the past two days had come with great momentum and full of confidence. And now, it's all silent.

It was the shock that silenced them.

In the evening, facing Fang Tian, thousands of people bowed in unison, and then, Fang Tian walked on the high platform and bowed back in all directions, followed by the quiet scene of the four fields, which gave them too much shock. Only then did many people finally realize what the title of "Son of God" meant in this place and in the hearts of tens of millions of cultivators.

Among the people who bowed to Fang Tian, there were junior apprentices who had only been in the field for a few days, there were also ninth-level magicians who were already only one step away from mages, there were wandering cultivators with no background, and there were also famous disciples from high masters of the big clan.

Incumbent, not incumbent, from the beginner, to the one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine levels, through almost all identities and levels of magicians.

Someday, if needed, how much power can this net condense?

Maybe very little, too little to be true. Maybe it's a lot, a lot......

It's also incredible.

No one can properly gauge this. What's more, His Excellency, the "Son of God", is still growing, growing at a god-like speed.

It's only been three months. What will this net look like in a year? What will it look like in 10 years? What will it look like in 20 years, 30 years, 100 years?

Many people who are aware of this feel suffocated, and after suffocation, there is silence.

Silence as deep as night.

However, in any case, among these tens of thousands of cultivators, the silent ones belonged to only a minority after all, and the majority began to discuss the third story of Kaspersky told by Fang Tian. Of course, there are also things that a person is thinking.

For example, Lord Grote, the little red hair.

In many fantasy novels in Fang Tian's previous life, Long Aotian is a legendary protagonist, a great being who spans thousands of planes. Therefore, when telling a story, when looking for a resounding protagonist name, Long Aotian is naturally Fang Tian's best choice.

But people in this world don't know.

Grote, in particular, is even more unlikely to know.

When he heard Fang Tian's description that the name of this character was "Dragon" and then "Aotian", this Excellency was instantly excited.

"My name is Long Aotian, but in the past few years of traveling to the mainland, I have seen a lot of dragons. Some of them arched in the dirt, some of them lay on their stomachs next to the flames, and even if they looked extraordinary, they were nothing more than reptiles. ”

"My dragon is proud of the sky, even if it is a reptile, it will grow wings and fly into the sky!"

This is Long Aotian's idea, in fact, it is also Grote's idea!

When he heard this, Grout even doubted, very, very strongly, that the little brother was not talking about Long Aotian, but he Grote!

Grote still remembers with great vividness what his father had said to him once before:

"According to the ancient records of the family, we are the bloodline of the ancient dragon god, and the blood of the true dragon flows in our bodies. But you have also seen the secret record of the family's inheritance, and what is painted in it is only a long worm and a real dragon...... Ahem, there's still a little difference. In addition, our branch is not very strong in the bloodline of powerful creatures in the ancients, so, ahem...... The family's view is that we are actually just pseudo-dragon bloodline ......"...,

What's wrong with the pseudo-dragon? Even if it's a pseudo-dragon, I'm better than the real dragon!

That's what Grote thought when he heard this.

For this idea, Grote later deliberately searched for dragon's dens all over the Calado Mountains, and then went to the door to fight.

Sure enough, a lot of real dragons were defeated.

Many of those guys were beaten by him, which made Grlot breathe a sigh of relief.

Of course, this is just a playful play as a child.

When I get older, I don't have to be so naïve. However, that thought, that will, is deeply rooted in the bottom of my heart. - What's wrong with the pseudo-dragon? Even if it's a pseudo-dragon, I'm better than the real dragon!

What is the difference between this idea and the idea of Long Aotian that the younger brother said?

"My dragon is proud of the sky, even if it is a reptile, it will grow wings and fly into the sky!"

Late at night, in the room, Grote, who kept walking back and forth, was excited.

Grote thought that before, he had presented the family secret record to his younger brother.

The younger brother must have seen and guessed the truth about his family bloodline, so he specially used this to motivate him?

That's right, that's definitely it!

"Little brother, thank you!" Grote wanted to rush to Fang Tian and smack him a few times to show his excitement and gratitude. But think that the little brother may not be able to withstand his beating, so forget it.

Alas, that's not good for magicians.

If the little brother is a martial artist, how good!

Little brother, you wait, when I advance to the seventh level, no one will dare to bully you anymore. Whoever the fuck is going to assassinate him, I'm going to tear him apart!

Little Red Fur clenched his fists and swung them fiercely around the room.

In the same maple grove compound, there are still people walking back and forth in the room.

However, the little red hairy man was full of energy, while Yun Yang, a gray-robed martial artist who was one of the three elders, was just pacing back and forth slowly. The other two old men, the ordinary old man Bard and the thin old man Nanjin, one sat on a chair and the other sat on a big rock.

I really don't know where the thin old man brought the big rock. A huge stone was placed in the middle of the room, dizzy!

When people saw it, they thought that the Maple Forest Mercenary Group treated the VIPs badly, and they didn't even owe a chair.

"The secret record that is not the end is the waste. A path that does not go far is a misguided path. After a long time, the gray-robed warrior finally stopped, no longer pacing, but sat back on the edge of the bed, and said slowly.

"The two of us are okay, the boss is really at a loss, and he hasn't been able to go further for twenty or thirty years. The ordinary old man sighed and said.

The boss he is talking about here is the thin old man.

"Lose a ball! Lao Tzu can't learn magic, and the martial artist is only at these levels, can Lao Tzu still learn it? What kind of dragon is Aotian, just fucking stupid! If you let me see that Lao Tzu has to kill him, he has a talent for magic, and he has the teaching and inheritance of an archmage, he doesn't want to learn this!

Obviously, his anger comes from "envy, jealousy, and hatred".

Only those who have reached the end of the road early and then have not been able to go further for decades can experience this anger, and can realize that "the road that is not the end is the wrong way." "What the hell do you mean.

Maybe it's also a blissful annoyance?

However, people who are in "happiness" obviously don't think so.

Whether it is the thin old man or the other two, in front of this sentence, it is difficult to calm down the ups and downs.

When you walk to the end of the road, there is a vast expanse in front of you, and you don't know where to step, and you can only go around in circles all day and year after year?...,

In today's story, Long Aotian said it.

This sentence is like a bolt from the blue for the three thin old men.

It stunted them all at once.

It's just because over the years, these many years of thoughts and ideas have been said cleanly by this sentence. For them, there is no sentence more to the point, a sword to seal their throats.

But even if it's a scrap, even if it's a misguided way, what can it be?

No matter how powerful they are, they cannot transcend the limitations of the road itself.

In fact, not to mention them, even those many, many other warriors on the mainland who have come to this point are not all the same as them? Even those people in the deep-rooted forces are the same.

"Where does that stone staircase lead?Walking up the stone staircase, what will Long Aotian encounter, beyond the sixth-level inheritance?" Bard said softly.

The thin old man's hands patted slowly on both sides of the boulder under him, while the gray-robed old man's hands unconsciously clung to the edge of the bed. Neither spoke.

"After this time the news comes out, I don't know how many old guys at level 6 will rush over?"

After a long time, the gray-robed warrior said with a slightly wry smile.

"That's all easy to say. I'm afraid that the lord in the imperial capital won't be able to hold on, and that's really bad. The thin old man also said a little bitterly, "Xiaoyou, this little doll, is too good at making trouble!"

"If he didn't make a fuss, why would we be here?" said Bud with a smile, "I'm afraid he won't make enough fuss." However, there is also a possibility that the lord of the imperial capital will not be able to hold on?"

"It's really hard to say!" the gray-robed warrior sighed again, "No matter how powerful a mage is, he is just that little person." There are too many warriors in this country.

How many warriors are there in the entire continent? How many are at the same level as us? After hearing this story, how many of them can calm down?"

Speaking of this, the gray-robed martial artist said to the thin old man, "Boss, can you calm down?"

"Ball!" The big hand on the right side of the thin old man slapped hard, and the big stone under him was smashed into countless pieces by him. "I'm going out for a walk, it's too breathless in this little cage. ”

After saying this, he flashed.

I don't know how it would feel if Pierre and a few others learned that the big house they specially built for these VIPs was actually a "small cage" in the eyes of others. In comparison, the house where the younger brother lives now is the real small cage.

But then again, it's rare for a little brother to stay in the room for a few days.

The people of the nine cities of the South China Sea, who live in the same Fenglin compound, are also in a state of mind that can't escape, and they can't sleep all night.

Then, many people, all of whom learned the secret art of Sharjah without a teacher, began to write letters to their teachers and families. It's just that for many of them, it is really a question of whether the letter can be sent as much as possible once it has been written.

Maybe the story had already reached before their letter arrived.

Oh no, not impossibly.

Yes, definitely.

Now, in the entire Southern Regions, what else can compare to the speed at which every move from the heavens above spreads?

In fact, they don't have a high vision.

Where is it limited to just one southern region? Even the western and northern regions together are far from enough. A small Mauri Ball Empire, in this case, is too small and too small to withstand the bombardment of a certain children's shoes. [To be continued "This text is provided by.] If you like this work, you are welcome to ◣◥ to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, your support is my biggest motivation. 】