Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

Liu hate and other three-story disciples also turned their eyes to the soul of Luo Zheng.

From the perspective of the Yang Soul, there is really nothing special about Luo Zheng.

After all, those who can enter the soul city, who are all sorrowful, like Liu hate, Qin Hua is still in the soul of the soul is not too young.

Luo Zheng and Feng Ge, who have just climbed twenty-nine heavy habits, are absolute newcomers.

The name of Luo Gong in Tiangong is really too big.

In the whole place of the sword, there is only one Li Cup snow that participates in the strong dialogue between the Jinwu people, and Li Cup Snow is only about the existence of soy sauce in a while.

Such as Liu hate, Qin Hua they can only choose to join the 12th level, when a **** will be gone.

"It turned out to be Luo Zheng!"

"Nice to meet you!"

Liu Hate, Qin Hua and several other three-story disciples have stepped forward and bowed to Luo.

Luo Zheng nodded slightly to them, and immediately said: "I and Fengge entered the soul city for the first time. This place is very unfamiliar, and I hope that the seniors will carry more."

"Hey, Luo Zheng, who said that he laughed, it is not difficult to take the test of the soul city with the strength of Luo Zheng," Liu hate said.

"Where..." Luo Zheng shook his head.

When he was talking, the soul column below Luo Zheng suddenly flashed and began to vibrate slightly.

After seeing this scene, Qin Hua said: "The soul column will start to rise, let's go up!"

There are a lot of these soul pillars in the soul city. There are still many soul pillars behind Luo Zheng. They are also empty. Qin Hua and Liu Han are also familiar with them. After a slight jump, they jumped onto a soul column and immediately Sit down and knees.

The soul column below the Li Cup snow appears to be seventeen. This shows that she is already entering the soul city for the seventeenth time, while Qin Hua’s number is one hundred and ninety-eight, and Liu hate is two hundred and thirty, two people. The time spent in Soul City is not too short.

"Hey, Liu hate brother, that Luo Zheng has that strength, this soul city is likely to pass easily?" Qin Hua secretly asked.

Liu Hing quietly snorted. "As far as I know, the kid can shine in the battle with Jin Wu. It is not his own strength at all, but there is a high man behind him!"

Liu Hate, Qin Hua is a disciple of the three-story building of the Swordsmanship. His heart is extremely proud. They only serve Li Cup Snow.

Now suddenly there is a Luo Zheng, their inner gap can be imagined.

Liu Hsien is the son of the Taixiu Mountain Master. His father’s fall has dealt a heavy blow to him. He naturally has to ask his father what he is doing. It is clear to the general people that the deeds of Luo Zheng are also traced.

"I said, a kid who didn't even pass the soul city. Why do you fight against the strong men of the Jinwu people? Tiangong now almost passed him into a god-like figure, but it was too much." Qin Hua suddenly realized .

"Hey, he was on the soul column for the first time. It seems that he is not sure what kind of test he will face. He will see him ugly for a while," Liu hated sneer.

At this moment, the soul column below everyone again trembled again, and then began to slowly rise.

Luo Zheng’s soul column is also rising, one foot, two feet, three feet...

Just as the soul column rose, a group of brown clouds over the soul city pressed down. The clouds seemed to match many souls. Countless twisted faces struggled in the clouds, howling.

The soul cloud is down, the soul column is up, and as the Luo Zheng is constantly approaching the clouds, the pressure of the soul is getting bigger and bigger!

"This is the test of the soul city?" Luo Zheng said with a brow.

If you only deal with the pressure of the soul, then it is enough to strengthen your own soul.

Since Luo Zheng began to cultivate the soul, nothing has changed so far.

But the actual situation is not the case. After the sorrow of the soul, everyone's soul is really reaching a limit. Even if it is the crystallization of the soul, it can't make its own soul.

Therefore, Luo Zheng does not believe that the test of the soul city is to deal with the soul pressure.

Five feet...

Ten feet...

Twenty feet...

When the soul pillar was raised to twenty feet, it stopped, and the cloud of soul above also stopped falling, hovering over the top of all the souls, but the distance.

At this distance, Luo Zheng can observe the soul cloud more clearly.

In addition to all kinds of weird faces in the interior of the cloud, there are some sharp tiny crystals. It is the tiny crystals that exist, and this soul cloud reflects all kinds of light.

Is it now directly into the soul cloud?

Just as Luo Zheng had just guessed, the voice inside the cloud suddenly passed.

It is still a mourning, but now the mourning is very strange.

The tone and pronunciation of those mourning sounds become very rhythmic, and under the ups and downs of the tone and rhythm, a beautiful song is formed!

"Singing..." Luo Zheng stared at the clouds with a strange look.

This situation gives Luo Zheng a very weird feeling, as if the cloud itself has become a singing girl, but the girl itself has no organs to pronounce, can not sing, so use the mouth of those souls attached to the cloud, through many The intersection of sounds forms a song!

At this time, the voice of Yuanshi Tianzun came out again. "Listen carefully, Luo Zheng, this song contains insights into the colorless literary body."

"The insight into the colorless literary body is in the song?" Luo Zheng was shocked. "But this sound can't understand..."

Yuan Shi Tianzun smiled slightly, "Can you understand Sanskrit?"

The Sanskrit levy is also incomprehensible. He does not have the ability to decipher the anti-sky, and wants to systematically decipher Sanskrit. It takes a long time to practice...

After Luo Zheng’s awkwardness, he immediately reacted. “Yuan Shi Tianzun’s predecessors, you mean, this song...”

"Yes, it's their voice," Yuan Shi Tianzun replied.

Sanskrit is unreadable in chaos.

If you must read and understand, you can only do it through deciphering.

Just as Luo Nian translated a Sanskrit into a corresponding text, he did not "read" Sanskrit.

In fact, in addition to the text, Sanskrit also corresponds to the special pronunciation, which can be read out, but the person who reads Sanskrit directly, there is no such thing in the chaotic world...

"The original Sanskrit read out, it was such a strange pronunciation," Luo Zheng listened to the vertical.

The voice sometimes rises and falls, sometimes twirling, such as poetry, such as singing, and like the people of the city, scolding each other, as if they can only understand from the spiritual level, can not be described in words.

Luo Zheng listened for a while, revealing a bitter smile. "Yuan Shi Tianzun predecessors, with these chaotic voices, how to enter the colorless literary body, to achieve the holy soul?"