Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

Just like the split, these swords are fused very slowly.

From one hundred and twenty-eight swords to sixty-four swords, the lyrical gods contained in it are twice as powerful...

In the process of this fusion, the mystery in the lyrical Shinto is a glimpse!

"I understand……"

"This gossip can decompose the lyrical sacred continually and show me the most essential side!"

"This means..."

In contrast, Luo Zheng feels that this thing is still not as good as a ruler.

After all, as long as it belongs to the energy of the 3,000 gods, the scales can be stored all at once, but the Luo Zheng is limited to repairing and cannot be fully displayed.

Now listening to the ancient gods of Fuxi and Chaos, it is impossible to integrate the Shinto.

But Luo Zheng does not intend to give up...

The ruleless rule was passed to her own mother, and the mother gave her a gift to her father, who finally chose herself.

There must be a reason for this.

Even if it is not successful in the end, it is only by virtue of the power of the energy of the road. At this stage, the arm of Luo Zheng is also very large, and he has no reason to give up.

After thinking about this paragraph, he focused on the swords and concentrated on comprehending...

And the other side...

The people of the warden family retreated to the side of the altar of equality.

Fuxi personally spoke up, and the strong people on the other side of the scene did not make it difficult for them.

After all, everyone just wants to leave here, as long as the warden family does not block, then everything is easy to say.

As for the warden family, now that the general trend has been gone, if it is stalking again, it is self-destruction.

What's more, Fuxi also told them that even the "war" gave up here. From this point, it proves that the liberals' claims are correct, and their old-fashioned factions do not insist on the necessity...

The patriarch squatted and slowly walked towards the beginning of the float, and solved a parcel behind him.

There were thirteen blue swords in the parcel.

There are not many people in the Warden family who are qualified to use these short swords. One of them is one of them.

At the beginning of the float, he carried the short sword in his hand and turned back to Mingwei and nodded and said: "Master! I am ready!"

Ming Wei smiled shallowly, pressed the excitement in his heart, grabbed the beginning of the float, and disappeared in front of everyone.

She followed the chain of curses behind her and quickly found the top of a high platform. The chain of curses belonging to Ming Wei was tied to the platform.

At the beginning of the float, there was not much hesitation, and the real yuan in the body was absorbed and poured into the short sword.

As the blue light on the surface of the dagger became brighter and brighter, he waved the dagger to the curse chain...

"Ding……"

With a crisp sound.

A small golden beetle was broken into pieces by the short sword.

This chain of curses is a whole made up of numerous golden beetles that bite into each other, but this is just a representation. 67.356

In fact, the whole chain behind the Ming Wei is bound, but it is just a beetle...

At the beginning of the smashing of the beetle, all the beetles were cut off, so the entire chain of curses was broken at the same time!

"Finally disconnected..."

Ming Wei’s face showed a gratifying color.

Once she was desperate, she thought she could never leave...

This **** world has bound itself for too long.

Until now, Ming Wei did not know what the purpose of the "market" was, but Fuxi did not give a complete explanation.

But now it is not important, the important thing is that she can leave and be able to return to the mother world!

"Thank you, the beginning of the float," Ming Wei said faintly. At this moment, Ming Wei is very relaxed. Even if this space is very narrow, she still has a sense of freedom in the sky.

"You are my teacher, I should do it as well?"

Ming Wei snorted. "I am a female disciple under the door of Bai Wei. It is an exception to accept you."

Before Ming Wei was unwilling to admit the apprentice of Fuchu, and did not intend to accept the beginning of the float, just to promote it into a true God, she chose to take it herself.

Now that she is in a good mood, she is just accepting her own disciple.

When the voice fell, Ming Wei grabbed the float and disappeared on the high platform and returned to the altar of equality.

The next step is that Jin Lao took the beginning of the float and searched for the chain of his curse. The faces of the exiles of all ethnic groups showed an eager color.

Although they also understand that it will be their turn to come sooner or later, can such a crucial thing, where can they hold their own mind?

The chain of curses of the exiles in the field was cut off from the beginning, and then the wild gods.

After a long time...

The chain of curses of people at the venue is broken.

"There is only one Luo left now," Ming Wei said to the hill.

Kim’s old face showed a color of worry. “I don’t know what Luo Zheng is doing, and I have not returned yet.”

Although Wei said that Fuxi will not hurt Luo Zheng, but such a character has been trapped here for too long, under the madness, the ghost knows what he will do...

"Let's wait," Ming Wei did not dare to disturb.

......

In the Eight Diagrams...

Those swords are constantly merging, from one hundred and twenty-eight swords to sixty-four, sixty-four, thirty-two...

Luo Zheng’s heart is constantly being deduced with these swords.

"The sixty-four swords still contain the meaning of the sword, but this is a mysterious situation."

"Without me……"

"I……"

"In the thirty-two swords, I can't use it without me."

"..."

Over and over again, split.

Luo Zheng’s thoughts are becoming clearer and clearer.

When the swordsmanship was once again merged, Luo Zheng’s eyes suddenly flashed a touch of color.

"The so-called sword is without me. In essence, it is still a kind of negation of the self. In the subconscious, it is still unable to get rid of the consciousness of the self..."

"From the sixty-fourth sword to the sixteen swords, it is invisible!"

"And the eighth sword is the last sword, it is nothing."

"In essence, lyrical Shinto is a kind of nothingness!"

"Hey!"

At this moment, Luo Zheng’s interpretation of the swordsmanship is true and clear.

For the understanding of lyricism, there are also several rumors!

"Hey..."

Under such enlightenment, Luo Zheng suddenly fell into a certain magical state.

The golden light from the surface of his soul!

At this moment, he has not forgotten the self, nor has it turned into a stone without feelings, but a complete state of nothingness.

Looking at the state of Luo Zheng on the tombstone on the tombstone, the corner of the eye is also slightly pumping, "Hey?"

Although there is help from the Eight Diagrams, Luo Zheng’s speed of comprehending the sensation of the Shinto is still slightly surprised by Fuxi.