Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

The soul of the emperor was originally used as a means of practicing the soul.

When the power of the soul is released, this imprint of the soul can release a pressure that is unique to me.

This strong pressure is even comparable to Shinto's "great rule". If the strength of the other party is above itself, it can disturb the other's mind. If the strength is equal to the competition, then it can be suppressed, if the strength is in its own Underneath, you can even directly let the other party yield, and achieve the effect of defeating the soldiers without fighting!

However, this kind of momentum does not match the character of Luo Zheng. After all, Luo Zheng’s character is not particularly mad.

However, in the practice of forcing the forbidden land, in order to cultivate the golden soul, there is no second choice for Luo Zheng after stepping into the heart of the tower. After all, the method of soul cultivation given by the sacred sacred is only this one!

Luo Zheng’s knowledge of the soul is in the mind of his own mind. The little sword and the emperor’s soul are engraved with each other, releasing a different kind of Jinhui. He is curious about how his own soul has changed.

Isn’t this lyric to help him comprehend the lyricism? How can you bring such changes to your soul?

Under curiosity, Luo Zheng is also somewhat eager to try.

But he was just excited, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, and suddenly he was black and almost fainted...

His current soul is still extremely weak. Although Xingwei personally shot the soul of Wen Zheng Luo Zheng, it may not be a matter of time to completely recover.

Although the tail of the star is only the soul, his soul of the true **** is far more powerful than the soul of the gods. The means are naturally numerous and numerous. He knows the importance of Luo Zheng to Luo Wei, and naturally he tries his best to make his last trace. Power, display the "Star Back Tour".

Although Luo Zheng’s injury on the soul is heavy, with the means of the star tail, under the daily warming, almost a month, the injured soul will heal.

On the second day after the soul had just healed, Luo Zheng searched for a secluded valley, sitting on a meteorite in the valley, closing his eyes...

Luo Zheng's ability to transfer seven gold dragons can not be specifically measured, but this lyric Dan is tossing him to death, and finally these golden swords left on his soul can not just decorate.

"Hey..."

As Luo Zheng closed his eyes, the power in the soul began to provoke.

A slight squeaking sound began to reverberate slowly in the valley, and the winds and winds around it also reflected in Luo Zheng’s mind.

"The soul of the emperor is imprinted!"

Luo Zheng does not know how to inspire those little golden swords. At this moment, he can only release the power of the emperor's soul.

When Luo Zheng inspired the moment of the imprint of the emperor's soul, there was a strong soul in the whole valley, and it was madly reverberating...

The valley where Luo Zheng seeks is in a relatively remote area of ​​the rushing area. In order to avoid causing riots and troubles, Luo Zheng tries to stay away from those cities.

However, as the most prosperous world of the heavenly family, there is almost no ridiculous land. Even within a thousand miles around the valley, there are many small towns and mountain villages.

Luo Zheng’s soul power suddenly dissipated, and it was generally spread out in all directions. Although the valleys blocked Luo Zheng’s soul power to a certain extent, after all, there was still a considerable part of it.

For a time, the snake ants around the valley were greatly frightened and fled in all directions, and the people within a thousand miles felt dizzy, and there was a sense of humbleness in the heart. If you don’t live

This is still the levy of his own soul power, the pressure of his outside is only 40%.

But just as he just activated the emperor's soul, a strange scene appeared.

The golden sword on the surface of his soul began to slowly turn, and this continually turned, the golden sword began to swim on the surface of his soul, as if a small fish swimming, looks Quite flexible!

"These golden swords are also alive?" Luo Zheng was stunned, and it is impossible to think about it. After all, these golden swords are the same as the emperor's soul, but they are just a mark on the soul.

However, these golden little swords swimed for a while, and they even smashed toward the souls of the emperors. The golden swords were even integrated into the soul of the emperor.

This is indeed the case, but the next moment, Luo Zheng quickly denied his thoughts!

All the emperor's engravings are shrinking at a rapid speed, and those golden swords are larger than a circle. It is not that the golden sword is integrated into the emperor's soul, but the emperor's engraving is being swallowed by these golden swords!

The speed of this engulfing is still very fast. In a short while, the size of the original fist-sized emperor is turned into a walnut size, and then it is sized from a walnut to a cherry. In a short time, only the size of the sesame is large, and eventually disappeared. These golden little swords are swallowed up!

As for those golden swords, they have skyrocketed ten times. After they are swallowed, the golden swords are no longer moving, but they are quietly suspended on the surface of Luo Zheng’s soul...

"What the **** is going on?" Luo Zheng's face of doubtful color, his look has become cautious.

He is not sure whether this change is good or bad. It is true that the imprint of the soul that he has cultivated in the heart of the tower has indeed disappeared.

Under the doubts of the heart, Luo Zheng once again runs his own soul!

After the imprint of the soul, the golden swords began to move, and the little swords flowed rapidly on the surface of their own souls. Under the golden light, Luo Zheng’s eyes were also golden glittering...

At the same time, a strange feeling hit my heart.

He feels that his soul is constantly moving away from himself, and his own perception has begun to disappear. Luo Zheng’s eyes are also cold and cold, and there is no longer any emotion in it!

"I understand……"

"The lyrical Shinto is actually related to the soul!"

"This lyric is indeed the most important part of the sacred Shinto..."

Luo Zheng thought silently, but he still looked silent and cold, without any excitement and joy.

Previously, Luo Zheng’s lyrical sacred reliance on suffocation relied on the suffocating gas in the body to suppress his emotions. However, after all, this is a side-by-side road. Even if it is suffocating, it can’t completely ruin its emotions, because the suffocating atmosphere is also hidden. The emotion of "anger".

"The lyrical sacredness still has to cultivate the soul. After all, the soul is the source of the seven passions. With this lyric, can I count into the Shinto?" Luo Zheng said coldly and muttered.

I saw that he reached out and asked for a ring. He took out a long sword and gently slammed it in the air.

A little sword is intended to condense on the surface of this long sword.

This point is only the size of the needle, and it is constantly shining around the tip of the sword!

"Sword condensed?"

Luo Zheng’s cold observation, he has no emotion at all. Naturally, there is not much expression. Under the influence of lyricism, Luo Zheng’s negative and positive emotions are all gone!

"Hey..."

The sword is constantly condensing, and the silver light that comes out is getting stronger and stronger.

This ordinary sword on the tip of the sword seems to condense a star!

"Not enough, into the sensation of God, you need to put down all the emotions... Those little golden swords have indeed gone to my joys, sorrows and sorrows, but I am not really letting go," Luo Zheng stared at the silver emitted by the sword. The light murmured.

At this moment, there is a spirit in the heart of Luo Zheng beating, he thought of something, a pair of eyebrows suddenly picked up, but it was coldly said: "I understand! Even if I cut off seven emotions, I still have self-consciousness!"

"The ultimate understanding of lyricism, it should be..."

At this moment, the golden swords on the surface of Luo Zheng’s soul flow faster and faster.

Under the constant circling, Luo Zheng double eyes have a golden sword light shot...

"Brushing brush..."

Just the sword light that escaped from the eyes, but the hole in the valley directly penetrated, leaving a thin sword mark on the mountain wall!

This is the power of Luo Zheng's eyes!

"Yes... the sword is without me!"

Luo Zhengyijian went straight into the sky...

This sword of the sky is the same as that of Hua Tianming. However, the sword of Hua Tianming is thick and powerful, but Luo Zheng’s sword is decisive and sharp!