The Burial of the Fantasy City

A word is Tianwei, and a glance is reincarnation.

The body is the universe, and the face is nothingness.

Such existence must be undoubtedly a god, and the only God in this world is God the Father.

After the words were spoken, Ling Dong was in excitement and shock, waiting for the answer of the Supreme Being above the firmament.

“Father God… Is this what the creatures of this world call me?”

It’s really God the Father!

Mo Yu’s words fell in Ling Dong’s ears, which was tantamount to acknowledging the identity of the Father God.

“You are the God of Creation and the Father of all beings, so you are God the Father”

Ling Dong said with great respect.

“When I first opened this world, I didn’t expect that living beings could evolve into Si”

Mo Yu in the void glanced at Ling Dong with the same face as Tianyu.

“Ling Dong, you are very good”

Hearing this, the horror in the young man’s eyes retreated a lot, and a thick surprise emerged.

Father God, is he boasting about himself?!

“Ling Dong, look at all the sentient beings”

As soon as the words fell, one figure after another passed in front of Ling Dong, although those people were complaining about the bad weather, they were still doing what they had to do, and they didn’t seem to see the direction they saw.

“My words are thunder and thunder to others, and only you can hear them clearly and communicate with me, do you know why?”

Ling Dong thought for a long time, but it was difficult to come up with a reasonable answer.

“Father God, I… I don’t know, but I hope God tells me the answer.”

“Although all sentient beings are my sons, only you are the Son of God chosen by me. As the Son of God, you should be able to listen to Me and communicate with Me.”

“I… I am the chosen Son of God the Father.”

These words were like stones thrown into a quiet lake, making Ling Dong’s heart ripple again. The little boy never thought that an ordinary person like him, who needed a year to be promoted to a heavy heaven in the initial realm of cultivation, would be chosen as the son of God by the Supreme Father.

“But Father God… If I am truly the Son of God… I have been practicing for two years before I can be quenched twice.”

As he spoke, the boy’s face appeared a little red and ashamed.

“Heaven will descend on the people of Sri Lanka, and they will first work their minds, work their bones, starve their bodies, empty their bodies, and mess up their deeds, so they will be patient and gain what they cannot.”

The voice is like thunder, and the words are turned into words.

The blush on Ling Dong’s face faded, the shame gradually disappeared, and perseverance and indomitability reappeared. After thoroughly understanding this transformation that Mo Yu casually said, Ling Dong was pleasantly surprised to find that his cultivation had changed from quenching body double to quenching body quadruple heaven.

Enlighten a paragraph, promote to two heavens!

The power of the Father’s words is terrifying!

“People can change later. Trapped in the heart, weighed in the worries, and then done! ”

The heart is full of waves, and the past depression is gone. Ling Dong cultivated to ascend two more heavens, breaking from the quenched body fourth heaven to the quenched body sixth heaven.

The two paragraphs ascended to the four heavens one after another, which made Ling Dong’s reverence for Mo Yu to the point of being incomparable.

At this moment, Ling Dong, even if he had a bit of composure that did not belong to this age, could not change the fact that he was still a teenager. He looked at the faces in the sky with his eyes open, and secretly called in his heart: Father God, talk more, talk more.

Mo Yu just talked casually, but he didn’t expect that this was a different kind of sermon for Ling Dong. He sensed Ling Dong’s inner call, but he did not continue.

Still for that reason, Ling Dong’s growth is related to the evolution of Xiaoqian World, and he can only give it proper guidance, and cannot pull out seedlings to help grow.

The ascension of the Four Heavens has reached the limit of acceptability.

“Lingdong”

Mo Yu called softly.

“Father God?”

Ling Dong respectfully looked up at the sky.

“Everything in heaven and earth has a fixed number. All life is in your own hands. The path of practice is to see the path of numerology. As you are the Son of God chosen by me, you should strengthen your heart, practice hard, and strive to the extreme of martial arts to break the limitations of this realm. ”

After a long silence, although he did not fully understand Mo Yu’s words, he had memorized them.

“Follow the teachings of God the Father!”

A moment later.

“To see you today is to open the creation for the Son of God and turn the wheel of this world.”

Mo Yu’s words were mysterious and mysterious, and the only thing Ling Dong could understand was the four words ‘open creation’.

To open creation for the Son of God, he is the chosen Son of God, and the Father means to send himself a creation?!

The next moment.

“Go to this place, where there is your creation”

Along with these words, a piece of information appeared in Ling Dong’s mind. The information is the coordinate location of a certain place, and this place is not far from the Ling family, in the back mountain of the Ling family.

“Find the Divine Stone and dig out its wonderful use, and you will become a veritable Son of God.” Since then, the dragon has been flying in the sky, pushing the wheel of life of the world! ”

Mo Yu’s words, Ling Dong was convinced of it. The creation God Father sent him must be extraordinary. And this creation is in the back mountain of the Ling family, almost within reach. As long as you find and get it, you can become a true son of God and transform into a dragon.

Ling Dong’s emaciated little face, red tablets. This time the redness is not because of shame, but because the emotions are too excited.

“Thank God for your gift!”

“Son of God is both glory and responsibility. You should practice hard, don’t let me down. After a hundred years, if you cannot reach this limit, I will take back everything that I have given you. You, understand? “”

The last four words, let the nothingness continue to die.

“I, understand!”

Under the void, the boy threw a sound.

“Within a hundred years, I will reach the limit of martial arts!”

“Very good”

“That… Father God. Everyone says that Wuzhiji can see the Father God, and when I reach the limit of Wuzhi, can I see you? ”

Ling Dong’s words were filled with anticipation.

“Yes”

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