Assistant God of Life in Another World

This night, Hongshi Town is destined not to be lonely.

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

Many cultivators who have just arrived in Hongshi Town in the past two days came aggressively and confidently.But now, it's all very silent.

It was shock that silenced them.

In the evening, the scene of thousands of people bowing to Fang Tian in unison, and then Fang Tian walked up to the high platform and bowed in all directions, followed by the scene of silence all around gave them too much shock.Many people finally realized what the title of "Son of God" means in the hearts of tens of millions of cultivators in this place.

Among the people who bowed to Fang Tian, ​​there were elementary school apprentices who had just started for a few days, and ninth-level magicians who were only one step away from mages.

In position, not in position, from beginners to level [-], [-], [-], [-], [-], [-], [-], [-], and [-], it runs through magicians of almost all identities and levels.

One day, if necessary, how much power can this net condense?

Perhaps very little, unbelievably little.Or maybe a lot, as much as...

The same is incredible.

No one can measure this correctly.What's more, this "Son of God" Your Excellency is still growing, growing at the speed of a god.

It's only been three months.What will this net look like a year from now?Ten years later, what will this network look like? 20 years from now, 30 years from now, 100 years from now?

Those who realize this, many, feel suffocated, and after suffocation comes silence.

A silence as deep as the night.

But no matter what, among the tens of thousands of cultivators, the silent ones belong to the minority after all, and the majority of them began to discuss the third Kaspersky story told by Fang Tian.Of course, there are also those who are thinking alone.

For example, Mr. Grote the Little Red.

In Fang Tian's many fantasy novels in his previous life, Long Aotian was a legendary protagonist, a great existence spanning thousands of planes.Therefore, when telling a story, when looking for a famous protagonist's name, Long Aotian is naturally Fang Tian's best choice.

But people in this world don't know.

Especially Grote, it is even more impossible to know.

When Fang Tian said that the character's name was "Long" and then "Aotian", this Your Excellency became agitated instantly.

"My name is Long Aotian, but I have seen a lot of dragons during my travels in the mainland these years. Some of them are buried in the soil, and some are lying beside the flames. Even if they look extraordinary, they are all just reptiles. That's all."

"My dragon, Aotian, even as a reptile, has to 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 sentence, Grote even suspected, very, very strongly, that what the younger brother was talking about was not Long Aotian, but Grote!

Grote still remembers very clearly what his father said to him once before: "According to the ancient records of the family, we are the blood of the ancient dragon god, and the blood of the real dragon flows in the body. But you have also seen the secret record of the family inheritance , the ones painted there are just long worms, and there is still a little difference from the real dragon...cough. In addition, our branch is not very powerful among the ancient and powerful biological bloodlines, so, ahem... the family's My opinion is that we are actually just pseudo-dragon blood..."

What happened to the pseudo-dragon?Even if it's a false dragon, I'm better than a real dragon!

That was Grote's thought when he heard this.

For this idea, later, Grote deliberately searched for dragons in various parts of the Calado Mountains, and then came to challenge him.

Sure enough, many real dragons were defeated.

Many of those guys were beaten badly by him, much to Groat's relief.

Of course, this is just a child's play.

When I got older, I wasn't so naive anymore.However, that thought, that will, was deeply rooted in my heart. ——What happened to the pseudo-dragon?Even if it's a false dragon, I'm better than a real dragon!

What is the difference between this idea and the idea of ​​Long Aotian mentioned by the younger brother?

"My dragon, Aotian, even as a reptile, has to grow wings and fly into the sky!"

In the middle of the night, in the room, Grote, who kept walking back and forth, was full of emotion.

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 blood, so he specially used this to encourage him?

That's right, it must be so!

"Little brother, thank you!" Grote really wanted to rush to Fang Tian and beat him a few times to express his excitement and gratitude.But thinking about it, the little brother might really not be able to stand his beating, so forget it.

Alas, that's the bad thing about magicians.

If the younger brother is a martial artist, it would be great!

Little brother, just wait, when I advance to the seventh level, no one will dare to bully you anymore.Who the hell wants to assassinate, I will definitely tear him apart!

Little Red Mao clenched his fist and waved it around the room.

In the same Fenglin compound, there were still people walking back and forth in the room.

However, Xiao Hongmao was running away with great energy, while Yunyang, one of the three elders, was just pacing back and forth slowly.The other two old men, the ordinary old Bud and the skinny old Nan Jin, sat on a chair and sat on a big rock.

I really don't know where the skinny old man moved the big stone.A huge stone is placed in the middle of the room, dizzy!

People looked at it and thought that the Fenglin mercenary group treated the distinguished guests badly, and even owed a chair.

"Secret records that are not definitive are waste. Paths that are not definitive are misguided." After a long time, the gray-robed warrior finally stopped, no longer pacing, but sat back on the side of the bed, and said slowly.

"The two of us are fine. The boss is really at a loss. He hasn't been able to make any further progress in 30 or [-] years." The ordinary old man said with a long sigh.

The boss he mentioned here refers to the skinny old man.

"What a loss! I can't learn magic. Warriors are only at this level. How can I not learn it? Then what Long Aotian, you are a fucking idiot! If I see it, I will kill him!" , has magical talent, and has the teaching and inheritance of the great mage, and he doesn’t even learn that! Does he want to die?” said the skinny old man angrily.

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

Only those who have come to the end of the road early and then have been unable to go any further for decades can experience this kind of anger, and can understand what it means to "a road that does not go to the end is a wrong road."

Perhaps this is also a kind of happiness trouble?

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

Whether it is the skinny old man or the other two, in front of these words, it is difficult to calm down with ups and downs.

How do you feel when you walk to the end of the road and you don't know where to go, and you can only walk around in circles all day long?

In today's story, Long Aotian said it.

These words were like a bolt from the blue to the three skinny old men.

All of a sudden they were stunned.

It's just because these years, the thoughts and thoughts of these many years have been completely expressed by these words.For them, there is no other sentence that hits the nail on the head and seals the throat with a sword.

But even if it is waste, even if it is wrong, so what?

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

In fact, let alone them, even the other martial artists who have reached this point on the mainland are not all the same as them?It is the same for those in the deep-rooted forces.

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

The skinny old man's two hands slowly patted on both sides of the boulder below him, while the gray-robed old man's hands were unconsciously tightly grasped on the edge of the bed.Neither of them spoke.

"After the news this time, how many old guys of the sixth level will rush over?"

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

"It's easy to say. I'm afraid that the adult in the imperial capital won't be able to hold on, and that would be really bad." The skinny old man also said with a bit of bitterness in his mouth, "Little friend, this little baby, is too noisy!"

"If he didn't make a fuss, why would we be here?" At this time, Bud smiled and said, "I'm afraid he's not making a fuss enough. However, that lord in the imperial capital might 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, there are only so many people. There are too many warriors.

How many warriors are there in the entire continent?How many people are at the same level as us?After hearing the story this time, how many of them can hold their breath? "

Speaking of this, the gray-robed warrior said to the skinny old man: "Boss, can you hold your breath?"

"Ball!" The big right hand of the skinny old man slapped hard, and the big rock under him was smashed into countless pieces by him. "I'm going out for a walk, it's too suffocating in this small cage."

After saying this, he flashed away.

If Pierre and the others knew that the big house they built specially for these distinguished guests was actually a "small cage" in their eyes, I don't know how they would feel.In comparison, the house where my younger brother lives now is a real little cage.

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

All the members of the Nine Cities of the South China Sea who lived together in the Fenglin compound were also tossed and tossed and couldn't sleep all night because none of them could escape.

Then, quite a few people all learned Sharjah’s secret skills without a teacher—by coincidence, they began to write letters to their teachers and family members.It's just that for many of them, it is really a problem whether the letter can be delivered as soon as possible after the letter is written.

Perhaps the story had gone there before their letter arrived.

Oh no, not maybe.

It must be.

Now, in the entire Southern Territory, is there anything whose speed can compare to the speed at which every move of the sky spreads?

In fact, their vision is not high.

Where is the southern domain limited to one?It is far from enough to add up the Western Regions and the Northern Regions.A small Mauritius empire, in this case, is too small and too small to withstand the bombing of a certain child's shoe. ! .