Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

When Luo Zheng tried to destroy the wall of the dust, several fish won quietly rushed to Luo Zheng.

As they opened their **** mouth and bite to Luo Zheng, a small sword swept silently and cut them into several pieces.

"Be careful, Luo Zheng," Ling Frost reminded.

When Luo Zheng destroyed the wall, Ling Shuang also paid attention to the movement around.

"This wall... is hard to destroy," Luo Zheng said with a frown.

Can not rush outside the wall, can not leave the other side, and the altar of the winning fish continues to appear, for the Tiangong disciple, it is a road!

Those who won the fish did not hurt Luo Zheng, but the Tiangong disciple behind him was miserable.

The fish that flew out of the altar in all directions went straight to the disciples of the Temple, and I did not know what means the bears and the Shennong clan used. Those who won the fish automatically ignored them.

A weak disciple ran slower and was surrounded by a large group of winning fish. In the blink of an eye, the soul was torn, and the pain of the soul tearing made him scream, but the screams continued to scream. Time has disappeared and he has been cleaned by the fish.

Such screams have come and gone, and the soul of the Tiangong disciple has been continually won by the fish, and the situation has become chaotic.

Although the Tiangong Temple is a lot of elites, no matter whether it is Mo Yijian or others, they are fighting each other.

"It won't work like this," Luo Zheng watched more and more win fish. He stood at the altar and screamed at the same time. He urged the soul to burst into a breathtaking atmosphere. "All Tiangong disciples are coming to me!"

All Tiangong disciples were attracted by Luo Zheng.

Luo Zheng had previously rushed to the front, which was originally conspicuous. The crowd followed closely, but it was not shaped. Under his call, the elites of the Tiangong also gathered in a formation and continued to gather in the direction of Luo Zheng.

The weaker Tiangong disciples were surrounded by the central government, and those who had the power to fight the fish were blocked out.

When the formation was closed and the back was on the edge of the altar, the situation was finally eased.

Those fierce wins before the fish can be just approached, and will be strangled by everyone!

"Don't panic!"

"We are not without a fight with these winning fish!"

"Since there are bears who don't let us leave, we fight them!"

Those Heavenly Palace elites are also very clear-minded, and they are pumping up each other, and the confidence of all people is gradually recovering.

"Luo Shidi!"

One person jumped into the altar and shouted.

Luo Zheng also heard the voice of this person, actually Gao Qizheng.

"The high school brother is also here," Luo Zheng said.

"I just came to see the excitement, who knows that this happened," Gao Qi said depressed.

Probably the vast majority of Tiangong disciples here want to watch the excitement, and they do not rule out their attempts to crystallize the souls of the bears.

Luo Zheng is now innocent to listen to Gao Qizheng complaining. Many disciples of Tiangong are gathered together. As long as they can destroy the dust wall, he will say: "The walls made by this soot are very weird. If you have a method, you can come and try it. two!"

Luo Zheng has just tried it, even if the mind is not strong, you can't do anything about this wall.

But these elites of the Temple of Heaven are inherited in different mountains, and each has its own magical powers. Maybe someone who cultivates souls can break this wall.

After Luo Zheng finished speaking, he jumped from the altar and came to the outer layer of the team to help those elites of the palace to kill the fish.

"I come!"

One of the team vacated and stood at the altar.

"It is a leaf injury!"

"The first day of Taiqing Mountain!"

"He may be comparable to Mo Yijian, and he will be a higher sword!"

At this moment, the surface of the soul of the leaf wound actually gave off a purple flame. His whole soul seemed to be burning. I saw him slap his hands on the wall, and the special purple fire burned on the wall.

This soul fire supernatural power is a soul of Taiqing Mountain. Even in Taiqing Mountain, few people can master it.

Under the burning of the soul fire, the wall only changed slightly, but there is still no essential change.

After trying the leaf injury several times, I could only helplessly shake my head and jumped from the altar. "I can't break this wall!"

"I come!"

"I am coming too!"

The elites of the Temple of Heaven are turning to each other and performing their own school.

Luo Zheng while killing those who win the fish, while also paying attention to the movement behind, seeing all kinds of weird souls, and my heart is a little lamented.

Too one day, the palace really has a congenital deficiency. On the surface, it is one of the three orthodox of the human race. But after all, countless families have been put together. The seven mountains are each in power, and each has a system that is not completely compatible.

On the other hand, there are bears and Shennong clan, all of whom belong to the same ethnic group. The blood flows with the same blood. In many cases, there is an advantage that the palace can't.

The elite disciples who had the chance to break the wall had tried again and again, but failed.

"We can't open this wall!"

"What should we do now?"

“Isn’t it always been stuck here?”

All the altars have a steady stream of winning fish.

Although the people together, together and strangled a lot of winning fish, but the power of everyone's soul is limited, although everyone can be added to the soul, but the soul is finally exhausted.

I have been holding the group here, and I am still dead.

"Do you want to destroy this altar?" Suddenly someone raised this opinion.

These altars that have been called by the bears have been smashed, and Lingshuang and others have stepped on them. The altars will be wiped out by her as long as they win the fish.

There are about a hundred altars in this area. If you can break this altar, there is still a battle!

“It’s hard to estimate...”

The sorcerer's necklace of Ling Frost's chest flashed, and the soul of the sword floating around her has already passed towards the altar.

"Ding!"

The little sword has been bounced off.

The solidity of these altars is a temple, obviously not what they can destroy.

In addition to Lingshuang, several people tried it, and the same result.

Looking at this scene, Luo Zheng's brows are wrinkled.

If your own soul can pass away from the other side and change back to the flesh, you should be able to smash these altars.

If you can get rid of the other side, everyone can also get rid of it, but it doesn't have to be so laborious...

"Hey..."

The fish in the distance suddenly fluttered in a spiral, and a yang soul was protected. It was Ji Changjin himself.

"In your heart, there is still a trace of luck that can survive?" Ji Changjin said with a smile. "The fantasy that made me break your own hands gave me the feed to win the fish!"

His voice fell, and all the mirrors of the altar glowed with a hint of golden light, and the shape of the fish that had swimed again from those mirrors has grown several times!