Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

After mastering this method of speeding up the vibration, it is much less difficult to deal with the remaining blue fish.

After several shuttles, the six blue fishers were killed by themselves.

Retracting the flying knife in his hand, Luo Zheng quietly floated in the deep pool and looked down at the deep pool. Without much thought, Luo Zheng continued to sneak down.

Luo Zheng forgot at the moment, and the time he agreed to an hour has already arrived.

"Six blue fish people, also killed by him..." On the stone bench outside the deep pool of the magic fish, the deacon has been a little sluggish because of the long-term shock.

At the moment, Meng Tseng is lightly up.

After returning from the south, Meng Tsengjun has been retreating to this day. After the strength has been greatly improved, it has only come to the magic fish deep pond cultivation today.

Even if Meng Tingjun, who has greatly improved his strength, can only sneak into the depth of 70 meters when he is fully prepared, and the number of blue fish people he encounters will be more than that, and Meng Tseng will not be able to cope.

However, Luo Zheng dive deeper than him for the first time, and also killed six blue fish people. Luo Zheng this guy can only use the word "metamorphosis" to describe it.

However, there is no feeling of frustration in Meng Tingjun's heart. Although Luo Zheng's performance is indeed a blow to people, Meng Tsengjun himself has already made good relations with Luo Zheng. In the south, Luo Zheng owes him a personal feeling.

With the speed of such cultivating, the future strength must not be underestimated. I think that Luo Zheng had said something with himself. It is not certain that he can really solve the big troubles for the Meng family.

Therefore, the better the performance of Luo Zheng, the higher the expectations of Meng Tingjun.

Just then, a group of people on the bluestone board walked up the slate.

The group of people had about seven or eight people, and they were all dressed in black robes, apparently all inside disciples.

In fact, there are only inner-door disciples who come to practice the magic fish in the deep pool. It is more certain that there are basically only the children of the sect.

The strength of the outside disciples is not enough, and they can't go down at all, and even the inner disciples rarely get so many points to come to the magic fish deep pool cultivation.

"Old Cao, is there anyone in the deep pool of the magic fish now?" asked the first green noodle student across the distance.

The deacon, surnamed Cao, who is familiar with him, mostly called him a Cao Cao.

Cao deacon saw the foreign disciple and quickly got up and smiled. "I hate the son? There are people in the deep pool of the magic fish, but he set an hour, almost arrived."

Hate? Meng Tingjun, sitting next to him, heard the name and his brow wrinkled slightly.

Seven great men, intriguing each other.

But the secret fight is so powerful that it is at least a sigh of relief on the surface.

However, Lishui’s family and his forgotten Chuan Meng family have always been uncomfortable.

This is called hateful, and it is also a shackle in the family. It is equivalent to Meng Tingjun, but this hatred is older than Meng Tseng, and the strength is naturally stronger than Meng Tseng. Basically, it has stepped into the congenital realm of perfection, and the distance from the gods is only one step away.

I must hate this time, and I will step up my time to practice breakthroughs and take photos.

The family and the Meng family have always been uncomfortable, and Meng Tseng-Jun can’t talk about fear when he hates it, but at this moment, his face is not salty or sitting next to him, as if he did not see the group of people.

The young man who hated hatred slowly came up and stared at the magical array in the hands of Cao’s deacon. “How long will it take?”

"Hate the son, the man is not in time to go in, you look at the pointer on the sundial, the previous person is not in time to go in, to apply for time to come out, this time is almost coming, should be out immediately," Cao deacon respectfully Said, obviously, this hate is very respectful.

This is also because there are many elders in the family, and they are the key members in Qingyun Zong. One of them is even the boss of Cao’s deacon. If Cao’s deacon wants to be promoted in the future, he still needs to rely on them.

Hate a faint glance at the sundial, glanced at the shadow pointer above, and said: "This time has arrived, you can call him out soon!"

"Hate the son, trouble you still wait a moment, since it has come, it is not bad that moment!" Cao deacon also knows that hatred is an acute child, but there are people in the deep pool of magic fish, it will not be Luo Zhengzhen now. come out.

Upon seeing it, the hateful son nodded and called a group of people behind him to sit down.

After a while, Cao deacon stared at the defensive disk and frowned and said: "The time is almost the same, this Luo Zheng has not come out?"

Meng Tseng-jun looked at the squad, Luo Zheng was still underground, and he seemed to have encountered a few waves of fish. Now he has sneaked into the depth of 90 meters. Is there a limit for this kid? At the depth of 90 meters, the water pressure of the heavy water is extremely high.

If it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that it has been pressed into a patties by the pressure of heavy water.

Even if it is congenital, it is difficult to resist the invisible pressure at this moment, but it seems that Luo Zheng is still diving.

Meng Tseng-jun is also very curious. When Luo Zheng fell to the ground and could lurk to a depth of several meters, he said to Cao’s deacon: "Maybe he wants to try his own limit!"

"But this time is up, there are people waiting outside..." Cao deacon is also anxious at this moment.

Being a deacon at Qingyunzong, his eyes are very bright.

He is very aware of the potential of Luo Zheng, such a stunning performance, even in the Qingyun Zong is not common, if it grows up in time, in the future must be a big man on the side of the famous earthquake, his Cao deacon now only has the truth.

But he is more aware that this hate the temper of the son.

The children of the Da Shi people will not be reasonable at all.

What's more, before hatred, there was a contradiction with other people. At that time, it was because of the dispute that who first entered the magic fish deep pool, where the big shots were made, and the temper was very bad.

Today, letting him wait for this quarter of an hour is enough to give face.

At this moment, the hateful face has already revealed the color of indifference. On weekdays, people are waiting for him. How can he and others reason?

"Is that kid still not coming out? Cao deacon, are you not saying Shen Shi? Now it is time to apply." Hate said.

Cao’s deacon said with a smile: “Let’s wait, wait a little, it’s time to come out!”

Hate but Huo Ran got up and said: "Don't wait, since time has come, use the tactical disk to force him out!"

"This..." Cao’s face showed a distressed expression. If he really used the French tactic to force Luo Zheng out, it was offended by Luo, but if he did not listen to hate, he also offended hatred.

If he is offended by Luo Zheng, he will be troubled at most. After all, the status of a foreign disciple in Luo Zheng’s current situation is not threatening Cao’s deacon, but if he offends hatred, he goes back to say hello to his parents. It’s very sad to be afraid of the days of Qingyunzong.

After weighing the pros and cons, Cao’s deacon will soon have a choice. The two powers will be taken lightly. There is no way to offend the Luo Zheng.

So he opened the array and extended his fingers. He was preparing to start the formation and directly pulled Luo Zheng out of the magic fish deep pool.

But just when he reached out and had not touched the French squad, the next Meng Tsengjun blocked: "Cao deacon, don't you have to worry so much?"

"But, but..." Hearing Meng Tingjun’s words, Cao’s deacon was suddenly big. The Meng Tsengjun said that he was also a man of qi, but he was also a seven-scholar-like person. The people of Chuan Mengjia are so irritated?

I hated the cold eyes and swept Meng Mengjun. In fact, he saw Meng Tsengjun when he came up, and of course he recognized him as a Meng family.

It’s just that the two men and the monks have never dealt with each other. The elders are still okay. They can still maintain the number of rituals they can meet each other, but they are hidden between words and secrets.

However, the temper between the family and the Meng family's juniors is not so easy to restrain. In different occasions in the Imperial Capital, several disputes have occurred and several have been played.

Therefore, when I hate to see Meng Tingjun, I basically don’t see it.

He came to practice today, and he did not want to have a contradiction with Meng Tingjun. Everyone turned a blind eye to it, and Jingshui did not commit river water.

But hate did not think that he would not provoke Meng Mengjun, did not expect Meng Tingjun to dare to find his own trouble first.

The strength of Meng Tengjun is far less than that of himself. If it is really dry now, this kid will suffer 100%. I think of the arrogant appearance of the Meng family, and hate the meditation in my heart. If this kid really does not know how to be good, let today He is suffering!

"Meng Tsengjun, now is the time for my cultivation, how? If the kid inside has been so staying, I have been waiting here?" asked the hateful voice.

Meng Tseng-jun shook his head. "The person inside is my friend. He also has no intention of taking up your time. But he has set an hour before. It is not enough now. It doesn't matter. Extra time, deduct my points. That's it."

Hate the eyes with a hint of coldness, "Deduct your points? Do you think you want to buckle? Cao deacon, what do you say?"

Cao’s face was full of grace and looked at hate, and he said to Meng Tsengjun: “Meng Gongzi, let your friend come out, after all, the time he has agreed to has arrived!”

"How? When the time is up, you can't add it? What I have here is that if you deduct, don't say an hour, even if it is ten hours, I can afford it! You will always deduct it and deduct it until it is levied!" Meng Tseng-Jun's face also sank.

Don't look at Meng Tingjun's usual peace and harmony, but if it is angry, it is also very hard.

This can only bitter Cao’s deacon, and it’s difficult to do it. I don’t know what to do, I want to start the formation, but I don’t dare to see Meng Tingjun. In turn, he wants to persuade hate, it’s even more impossible, hateful. He knows better about his temper.

"Hey, everyone said that everyone in Mengjia knows how to judge the situation. I think Meng Tsengjun is still a little worse in this respect!" Hate staring at Meng Tsengjun sneer, and an imposing manner slowly escaped from his body. Congenital and perfect, even though it is not as good as the gods, it is only one step away from the gods!

Meng Tseng-Jun also stood up at this moment, cold face said: "In the Qingyun Zong, you dare to move me? Know what price you have to pay?"