Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

The world of martial arts is so brutal.

The warriors of the innate mystery, thrown in some corner of the eastern realm, are also characters, and those who are strong in the divine realm are the rulers of one side.

But these hundreds of martial artists eventually became a feast for the many powerful in the City of Apocalypse.

After tapping the drum, Shikfan threw the hammer at will, returning to his seat and shoving his swollen body into a wide chair.

The whole place is silent at this moment, and the vast majority of people are still immersed in the special pleasure of that golden light!

Shikfan waited for a moment before instilling the real yuan in his voice and said to the whole scene: “Before the martial arts convention, I want to say one more thing to you, and I hope that you will spread it! ”

When people heard this headless phrase, they were suddenly stunned.

Stokefan then said: "One of us in the world's trade union has extrapolated, and the ninth fairy tomb spirit lamp has been born. ”

When people heard this, they were silent for a moment, and then they shouted and started discussing it again.

“Immortal tomb lamp? Light the lights, lights on the tomb? Was the last one born? ”

“Oh, my God, I didn't think the last fairy tomb spirit lamp was a little lit for a thousand years. I didn't expect to be born at this time! ”

“How do they reckon? ”

“Haven't you ever heard that living a thousand years is a demon? There's an ancient giant in the World Alliance of Commerce! Mostly he figured it out! ”

Every year there is a lighting festival in the Central Domain. On that day, ordinary people will put on lights and fly skylights. They will also buy children many small lanterns to walk the streets and alleys, so it is not lively.

For ordinary people, it's just a festival to celebrate.

But for the martial arts, it is definitely not a simple festival, the so-called lighting, it is the lighting of the "fairy tomb spirit lamp”.

I don't know how many lighting festivals pass once a year. I didn't expect the last fairy tomb spirit lamp to finally come out today.

“Friends who get the last light, if they are ready, can light the Fairy Tomb Spirit Light at this year's lighting festival. Together, we can go into the Fairy Tomb and get what we need!” Stokefan said this to the person who obtained the last fairy tomb spirit lamp, because he did not know who this person was, so Stokefan could only hope that the warriors of the world would spread to each other, believing that they would always be able to pass to the ears of the person who received the ninth fairy tomb spirit lamp.

But who knows if the man will turn on the lights? After all, this warrior is likely to be weak and has no chance to break into Tianxi Immortal Tomb.

At this time, Ning Rain Butterfly and Rosen's eyes collided unexpectedly.

The Immortal Tomb Spirit Light was obtained from the last black box of the Blood Demon Emperor. The Rain Butterfly brought the Blood Demon Emperor's inheritance back to the Cloud Palace, but the matter of the Immortal Tomb Spirit Light was not revealed to the third person, which is a secret only the two of them knew.

Luo Zheng's gaze is extremely complex. After all, Tianxiao Immortal Tomb is the tomb of the Immortal. What matters is that the Immortal Tomb is likely to be associated with the mysterious Immortal House in the eastern realm. Luo Zheng must invade.

But now, the most important thing for Rosen is the martial arts convention in front of him!

When they looked at each other, Ning Rain Butterfly blinked, but unnaturally moved to the side. For some reason, there was always a feeling in her heart that it was difficult to face Rosen.

“Nice! My husband also has a fairy tomb spirit lamp! I would also like to call on all the Fairy Tomb Spirit Lights to light this year's Light Festival! If our Chinese warriors are able to divide the inheritance of the immortal, their overall strength will surely rise to another level! Ha ha!” Choi Weihao's voice rang.

To date, no one knows whose hands the nine fairy tomb spirit lamps have scattered.

None of the fighters dare to publicize this kind of thing. It is not like saving it so deeply that others will know.

And Choi Hui admitted directly and generously!

High-speed all-around martial arts man, a fairy tomb spirit lamp is in my hand, will enter the heavenly fairy tomb later, there must be a part of me.

This is the confidence that strength brings! As the strongest man in the middle, who dares to hit his head?

After Stokefan announced the incident, the three broad chairs sank and the three allies of the World Chamber of Commerce landed on the high ground.

At this time, Xiao Lao slowly came to the top of the battlefield with a mustache. Today, he is the judge of the Martial Arts Congress.

“I declare the Apocalypse City Fighting Convention officially open! ”

When Xiao Lao gave the order, there were four people carrying a emerald green jade table. The jade table was extremely beautiful. The sculptural dragon pattern phoenix on it was beautiful.

Four people carried the jade table and flew toward those high platforms, allowing several large gates to throw preprepared nameplates into the jade table, which is actually a lottery box!

Spiritual sects, bloodwood cliffs, cloud palaces, Xuanyin Hall and other disciples of the four kinds of sects threw their nameplates into the jade.

When that jade came to the high ground where Cui Wei was, Luo Zheng's eyes slightly gazed and stared closely at the movement there.

He saw the woman in the middle of Shendan Realm, threw the nameplate in, and a heart stopped. He guessed correctly that she was Simon Miaoling! Luo Zheng's biggest fear was that Shi Miaoling suddenly did not participate in the martial arts convention, so he had no chance to leave it to him!

In addition to Simon Ling, the young man, who looked like Choi Hui, put his nameplate into it.

When many disciples of the Quaternary Sect and the Spiritual Sect have placed their nameplates, it is the turn of the warriors to test the periphery.

Luo Xuan's nameplate had been handed over to the elders of the World Alliance of Commerce, so the elder put all the nameplates directly in.

Of the more than 30 martial arts passing the peripheral test, Luo Zheng's identity is the most unique, because he entered the inner race as an independent martial arts fighter, and he is also a disciple of the elite hall of the Cloud Palace...

Once all the nameplates had been collected, the jade table was placed over the battlefield.

The first battle, the unveiling battle of this martial arts congress, is naturally also very popular, everyone stretched their necks to stare at the jade table.

Xiao Lao flew to the jade table and reached out and patted gently.

“Boom!”

Yutai suddenly swayed and then sprayed two nameplates from the Yutai.

Xiao Lao picked up the two nameplates and gazed, declaring: “Opening battle, independent martial artist Zhao Dun, disciple of Xuanyin Palace, Yu Fei! ”

“Zhao Dun? Zhao Dun, the magician who broke into the sea alone? ”

“He is the one, even the strongman of the Riot Star Sea wouldn't dare to barge in, but Zhao Dun not only retreated with his whole body, it is said that that trip was quite rewarding in the Riot Star Sea! Zhao Dun is blessed! ”

“Yu Fei of Xuanyin? Who the hell is this? Never heard of it! Probably not enough Zhao Dun to fight! ”

Xuanyin Palace is also just as evil, and acting secretly and strangely. Although everyone knows this is an unnegligible four-pitch sect, most of the disciples are not famous, but no one on the scene has heard of Yu Fei.

Hearing these arguments, Xuanyin's old man sat on a master's chair. He looked unusual and the fine light in his eyes flashed slightly, "Yu Fei, go, you have the privilege to participate in the unveiling battle, then see the blood, put on a colorful head and kill him! ”

Not far from Xuanyin's elderly man, a young man with no appearance nodded and jumped from the high platform into the battlefield.

The martial arts congress, not Zongmen Bibi, is a battle for life and death, no means, no affection, every martial artist has to play his full strength, no one in this kind of place will be merciful, because being merciful to others is cruelty to himself.

“Buzz...”

A green light screen rises from outside the huge battlefield, which not only encompasses the entire battlefield, but also divides the battlefield in half. Before the battle begins, the light screen in the middle separates the two warriors.

After Yu Fei entered the battlefield, the independent martial artist named Zhao Dun also walked into the battlefield.

Without courtesy, without speech, both sides are like trapped animals in a cage, waiting until the junction in the middle is withdrawn, and the battle will trigger.

“Buzz...”

Another slight ringing, when the light screen disappeared, Zhao Dun suddenly stamped his foot, since the circle under his feet real yuan spread like a ripple, then Zhao Dun rushed towards Yu with thunder!