Mountains and seas can be flat

Fang Zheng thought, is this the feeling after "death"?He has no body and floats in the air like a gust of wind.But then Fang Zheng discovered that he was better than the "ghost".Although he has no body, his voice can interfere and affect the world.In other words, he was only physically weaker than when he issued orders in the white mist before.No one else could see him.Listening to the voice, I felt that Fang Zheng hadn't changed at all.If it is in later generations, Fang Zheng is like a genius sitting behind a computer and efficiently handling affairs, but one day the genius's body dies, his consciousness enters the virtual machine, and others are still unconscious.

Fang Zheng thought to himself, maybe this is the power of the so-called "Jedi Reaching Heaven"?I'm not completely "dead".Xiao Feng was just wronged.At first, Fang Zheng was waiting for the black dragon by the East China Sea, and took a look at Jianmu on the way.He has no physical restraints, no matter whether it is weak water or the huge thick layer of ice ejected by Xiaobing, he can't stop it.He could directly see that thousands of Yanfu flowers were blooming on the wisteria waterfall outside, and a small corner inside Jianmu was covered in plain ice as thick as a foot.The golden double-headed Binglong is obliquely wrapped around the bottom of the trunk.One head was frozen, and the other head was awake but still, leaning against the tree trunk and sleeping melancholy.Fang Zheng called them, and the waking head turned around in surprise, as if wondering, "Where did the sound come from?" Fang Zheng's voice made them familiar and nostalgic, and they really wanted to get better soon.But it looked around, but couldn't see Fang Zheng, and looked even more melancholy.Fang Zheng persuaded a few words, it seemed to understand but half understood, and its expression was slightly clouded.

Fang Zheng no longer interfered with Xiaobing's healing, and went to the upper layer of Jianmu. The large area was not frozen by the ice. Except for the experimental site of the Huaxu people, there were many densely packed stones in the deeper grottoes. Fang Zheng remembered It was here the first time that he shed some blood.Now it seems that most of the stones have not changed, but Fang Zheng was surprised to find that on some of the stones, there were strange patterns that did not exist before. They were different, like lotus petals, like six rounds, with long and thin lines, and Spotted.Fang Zheng wondered secretly, could it really become a dragon?He noted their numbers, positions and shapes, and scanned the shoreline again.

Not long after Fang Zheng stared at the East China Sea, he saw the black dragon chasing the light dust all the way, and the shimmering light he was protecting.

The light floating on the sea, like a young flower with golden petals, floats lightly to the depths of the land.Is it "myself"?What a strange feeling.Fang Zheng shouted: "Xiao Feng." Heilong heard his voice, looked around in confusion, his expression became excited and anxious.Fang Zheng's mental consciousness is still there, but the black dragon can't see him, and stares at the golden light spot more carefully, as if wondering if it can't make a sound, and suspecting that it's just the wind that he heard wrongly, and he's listless.

The golden light dust circled and stopped in place.The black dragon also stopped.Fang Zheng thought to himself that the voice could easily be mistaken for an auditory hallucination, and there was another way to prove his existence.The last two moves on the turtle shell interfered from a distance, since he could still understand the situation in the void.So the last trick is to use invisible force to make visible, can it also play a role?

He did, and a few small stones rolled down the side of the black dragon, and the black dragon didn't notice it at first.But the small stones gradually took shape on the ground—a tall tree with circles of sea water below it.There was a small stone on the tree, and a long string of stones, representing him and Zifeng.Very crude abstract pattern.However, the black dragon gradually understood those small stones swinging on the ground.The tail was wagging happily, as if expressing the relief of "Brother Zheng, so you are really still there".Fang Zheng only felt a pang of sadness in his heart.He didn't know how to reshape his body, so he could only comfort the black dragon for the time being.

The golden spots continued to float up again, and the black dragon followed closely.Fang Zheng wanted to know where the light spot would go, was it the same as his purpose?The black dragon didn't care about hiding its figure in the clouds.Soaring through the clouds and riding the fog, occasionally dragons fly out of the clouds with their heads and tails.Although this time and space is sparsely populated, the black dragon is huge. Along the way, some people occasionally caught a glimpse of a dragon flying in the sky, not to mention how shocking it was.The animals also bowed down from a distance, for fear that the dragon ancestor would take them for dinner.

After another half a day, the lingering clouds and mist drifted to the lower part of Qinglong Ridge.Light dust began to slowly descend.At first, the Chinese people thought it was going to rain heavily.But when they looked up, they saw the tail of the dragon flying in mid-air, and a giant dragon looked down majestically from a high altitude.The Chinese people were frightened and overwhelmed.A sharp-eyed human said: "Look at the dragon's body! There is a wing that looks like an angel!" Everyone took a closer look, and there really was a green wing; The shape is also slightly different.It was just like the gods made the unusual back wings into.

They were so frightened that they were about to faint, so they relaxed.They prostrated themselves on the ground and prayed.Some people said: "Patriarch Fang must be back." They thought that Patriarch Fang was really amazing. The last time he came back was in a flying cave, and he came back this time.The envoy directly turned into a huge black dragon.With such support, they no longer have to fear foreign enemies.

After a while, they didn't see Fang Zheng. The black dragon shrunk its body and chased the light spot until it reached under the three-bead tree in the center of Qinglongling.The black dragon is coiled among the luxuriant trees, and the light dust hangs in the shade of the trees.Bingyi, who usually stretches out his tentacles when encountering excitement, was particularly quiet this time, not even spitting out bubbles.I don't know if he is afraid that the black dragon will rise up and use him as a tonic.After all, it can still smell the digested gluttonous meat...

Fang Zheng sighed in his heart, sure enough he would come back here.Is this the power of human "obsession"?After death, he still wants to come back... No, he doesn't want to be "dead" yet.Fang Zheng cleared his throat, and the voice came out, "I am relieved to see that everyone is well."

The Chinese people heard Fang Zheng's voice, and they were happy and surprised: "Patriarch? Where are you, why can't we see you?"

"I'm here." Fang Zheng also figured it out, and said calmly, "I've always been here."

Those people whispered to each other, "Have you seen the patriarch?" "No, have you seen it?" "Hey, it doesn't matter if we can't see us. Isn't it enough that the patriarch can see us?" "The patriarch is not an ordinary person. Isn't it normal that we can't see him?" "Anyway, he's talking to us, and we're done listening."

In the way of thinking of these people, they have completely regarded the myth of Fang Zheng as a symbol, and no matter how contrary to common sense, it seems acceptable to put it on the patriarch.For example, at this moment, Fang Zheng didn't even show his face, but everyone's admiration for him continued unabated.

Of course, they are also very interested in the black dragon coiled on the three-bead tree.Since the fire-hating people saw that the five-colored soil raised the three-bead tree dozens of times in an instant, they began to spread the prophecy that was once forgotten by them and then dug out from the corner-"The chosen place, when you meet For the virtuous king who predestined the world, three trees will bear fruit."At the moment they are surrounded by the lake, although they dare not go directly, they have already whispered about the black dragon, "What is that bright little golden spot in front of it?" "Is it practicing magic?" I dare not even look at it, but now I finally dare." "Do you dare to touch it?" "If you dare, go." "It's so beautiful, the horns on the top of its head are snow-white, and its wings are golden. of."

The golden grains fell in the shadow of the three trees, and lightly stopped at a tip, as if a small golden flower had bloomed there.The black dragon carefully circled it and did not move.It coiled its tail on the tree, and slowly closed its eyes, as if knowing that Jin Chen would never leave again, so he could feel at ease.

Fang Zheng could feel the lonely and cold state of Heilong.The black dragon did not respond to the hustle and bustle by the lake. When Fang Zheng persuaded Zifeng on Jianmu, he discussed why dragons and beasts have a long lifespan and certain wisdom, but in the end they failed to establish an intergenerational civilization.In addition to the fact that they are solitary and have no community, it is because they have no decent spiritual civilization in their long lifespan.For example, at this moment, Heilong lowered his eyelids and fell asleep lazily.On the top of the hibiscus tree, Zheng had never seen a black dragon fall asleep, he looked like a mechanical dragon who played songs and songs day and night without getting tired.Being able to stay by Fang Zheng's side, and never getting tired of it because of something, Heilong's spirit is very good.How important is Fang Zheng to him? It's just a farewell to him, and he will be closed forever.

Fang Zheng was a little sentimental. He stimulated the power and found that it could shake the leaves of the three trees, the leaves swayed, and the green shade swayed.Like a cradle, Fang Zheng called "Xiao Feng" a few times.Heilong blinked his eyes, and fell asleep more peacefully in An Xin.Finally the lake was quiet again.

Fang Zheng reminded himself not to be depressed, thought for a while, and comforted himself that this is also a form of "existence".Although there is probably no one in this world who can "exist" in this form like him.It seems that he can feel some kind of power circulating between the heaven and the earth, like the endless wind, and he returns to the heaven and the earth with the wind.It is a grain of mustard seed dust, but it is one with all things.What if there is no form?His "intangible" can uniquely affect too many "tangible".Even if I don't know how long this effect can last, I will never waste it.He also wants to reshape his body, but unfortunately he doesn't know how to do it...

Fang Zheng once again crossed to Rao Wo's sinful big copper furnace that was still killing slaves.The abandoned king is still there.Fang Zheng's heart moved, now there is no physical barrier to limit his performance, he can brainwash these people, no, persuade them.With Fang Zheng's rhetoric, no matter how much Qi Jun threatened him, it would be useless.

So Fang Zheng loudly said to the slaves who were still being driven by the soldiers to jump in: "Don't jump! That monarch is fake! I want you to die and continue to be slaves!"

The slaves really stopped in fear. Part of the reason they went to death was that they wanted to be free from slave life after death, but they didn't want to continue to be slaves after death.However, they were immediately pushed down by the soldiers.

Fang Zheng said loudly: "You soldiers, don't drive them away, or else there will be no one to grow crops for you to eat, and you will starve to death."

Because of the continuous filling of corpses these days, this large molten pool has been built three feet higher than the original one. The bottom one is all burnt to ashes, rotten skin and charred remains, and it is paved with a thick layer.It was not the first time that the soldiers heard Fang Zheng's voice.They are very afraid of the king's punishment.Don't dare to listen to the orders of that strange voice.When Qi Jun heard that Fang Zheng was coming again, he gritted his teeth, "Why are you not dead yet!"

Fang Zheng thought that he was probably "dead" in the concept of a normal person at the moment, but his fighting method was not dead, and he must not make Qijun feel better.He sneered and said, "Very disappointed? Abandon, don't you just rely on Jin Luan's lethality? Don't dare to tell them how your most proud Jin Luan was gouged out by Lian Zifeng? I Guess you definitely don’t want them to know. As long as this golden luan finds a way to get close to it and grab its neck, it can stop it from launching the 'jiefeng'."

Fang Zheng's voice has been enlarged to the extent that everyone can hear, "Yuyi is a country of bravery. Young heroes, all come out of the East! Yu Qiangying is the strongest warrior group. Which heroic boy will put this golden luan Pinched! That is a great achievement for the benefit of the world!"

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, some warriors in the corner, even some soldiers guarding the slaves, could not help but clenched their weapons tightly, staring at Abandoned King and Jin Luan above with burning eyes.After all, Qi Jun has seen big storms, and he knew in his heart that Fang Zheng had indeed pointed out Jin Luan's weakness, but on the surface he still pretended not to care, "Fang Zheng, you have the ability, why don't you come by yourself, and don't call me?" Lian Zifeng is here? I guess, you can't do anything about it, you're just talking nonsense here."

I was just about to title this chapter "Qingfeng", and it was inexplicably familiar, and suddenly I thought it was the name of my eldest son next door... Actually, it's quite apt 23333