Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

The pink figure gently floated beneath, like a fairy in the illusion realm.

Just like Rosen, the whole atlas knew the mysterious girl existed.

However, she had no idea of her origin, purpose, or where she existed...

Like Rosen, the other fighters want to distinguish her face, but at first glance the past is also blurred, unable to see the truth

When the pink figure floated on the edge of the board, standing in front of the crowd, his hands gently waved down, and a double black and white round chess piece appeared around her.

These pieces are about one inch wide and float halfway across the sky towards the crowd.

“Gentlemen, please step to the chess...”

After this pink shadow was opened, the cold voice came back.

But when you hear it, you find that it's not from here, it's still from above...

The person who wanted to come here was not herself, and what people saw was just an illusion.

But she was the host of this fantasy battlefield, and the voice fell, and 300 people stepped on the chess.

Xi Xiaoqin didn't want to be separated from Rosen, but she had no choice at the moment.

People at the tip of their eyes found out right now...

Previously, in that purple column, people were divided into two sides, one constant and the other variable.

At this moment, the pieces at the feet of all the constant fighters are white, while at the feet of all the variables the fighters are black.

As for Rosen, he had not divided himself, but also stood on black pieces at this moment.

“Hoo-hoo...”

When the crowd stepped onto the chess, they instantly danced halfway to the sky under the control of the pink figure.

The fighter standing on the black chess pieces is divided into one side, while the white chess pieces are on the other side, and the pink figure floats in the center.

For the 300 martial artists, the last stage of the fantasy battlefield is the battlefield.

But for her, it's in the variables and constants, presuming the planet in this round of derivatives!

The great crisis that erupted in a round of derivatives was a wave of spectacular rivalries using the heavens and the earth in this atlas as a chessboard and trillions of living beings as chess pieces.

Even she couldn't know where the crisis was coming from...

But bringing together the best prides of the future, a game, is an early deduction.

She needs to see whether the crisis of this round of derivatives comes from variables or from constants…

At this moment, countless eyes in the atlas are staring at the scene on this chessboard, up to one hundred and twenty-eight heavenly dignitaries, down to ordinary martial artists, are watching closely...

Some more fighters see it as a great opportunity to build a bet and start betting on 300 fighters lined up.

I just saw the pink figure reach under my hand and grab it!

A giant hand, a giant jade hand, appeared in the endless cloud fog.

Although the hand was huge, everyone could see that it was a young woman's hand, with thin, white fingers and long, straight legs.

The index finger of this hand presses toward a white child, and the nail of the middle finger snaps the bottom of the white child!

Standing above this white son is the heavenly pride of a Shayyah people!

It was also a surprise to see the giant index finger pressed towards himself, but the index finger pressed, but it penetrated his body and pressed on the chess.

When the giant jade clamped White, he pushed himself toward the chessboard 100,000 feet wide!

“Bang!”

With a crisp sound, Fallen Son!

And the Shayyah fighters still stood steadily on the white son...

He also understands that his opponent will be a warrior in the blacks!

Soon, his guess was proven, and when that giant jade hand retracted into the cloud fog, he probed again from the other side, and again caught a black chess piece.

And this time, the giant jade hand is the chess piece that holds the brook violin!

Xi Xiaoqin was slightly stunned...

Nor did she think that the black first child, was actually appearing on her own.

“Bang!”

Blackie settles down and leaves.

“The two of us can fight each other, only to win and lose, not to live and die...” The voice of the mysterious young girl sounded once again in everyone's ears.

“The first battle is me! ”

The creek violin is full of depressing colors...

She doesn't like to fight people, this time entering the fantasy battlefield, I'm afraid it's ten times more than her whole life combined!

In both previous phases, Xi Xiaoqin was very desperate.

But she had her own motives, and she was working to see Rosen.

Now that Luo Xuan is with her, her best wishes have been partly fulfilled, and it makes no sense for her to fight again. Under this depression, she looks back at Luo Xuan.

At this moment, however, Luo Zheng smiled at the brook violin and said, "Violin, come on! ”

Xi Xiaoqin leaves her mouth open, so she barely nods her head...

She didn't know that her master, the indefinite old man, was in some corner of the Atlantic, staring nervously at herself with a group of her own sisters.

“The violin doesn't seem to have much of a fighting spirit...”

“Hey, her heart of victory seems to be one of love, there was not much interest in martial arts! ”

“It's so unfair. God gave her such a stunning gift, but didn't give her a heart for martial arts...”

Xi Xiaoqin thought about it and walked down one step from the black chess pier. Although there was still some resistance in her heart, in between her fingers, seven different colors of flying swords slowly flowed out of her, the seven swords slowly spread away...

She stared at the warriors of the Shayyah not far away and spat: “Okay, let's do it...”

Seeing this scene, Luo Xuan couldn't help shaking his head.

Xi Xiaoqin did not make any progress, she had no ambition at all, the same as she did back then.

He couldn't figure out how she got to this point in the fantasy battlefield...

However, Luo Zheng did not know that in the first phase of the fantasy battlefield, Xi Xiaoqin and now two!

At that time, Xi Xiaoqin traveled in the main city after another in search of Luo Zheng. She was not strong enough. She appeared to be a delicate woman of the people, who had been sniped countless times.

At that time, her mind was so steadfast and so ambitious that whoever prevented her from searching for Luo Zheng, she was the enemy of her death, so it was like killing a god, and the warrior she had slaughtered did not know the geometry.

It's just that at this moment, all she wants is to stay with Rosenfeld. Where can there be any fighting spirit?

Now being forced onto a chessboard, but having to do it, it's kind of like driving a duck on the shelf...

As for the Nashayya fighters, seeing their first opponent was a delicate and unwilling woman of the people with a satisfied smile on her face.

He Shayyah people have been silent for too long, this ancient race can only count as second-rate in the atlas...

If this time he takes the first place in the fantasy battlefield, he will take his race back to glory.

To think of it, this Shayyah martial artist shakes his shoulder slightly.

It was from the back of his shoulders that two fine totems rose, and a hint of antiquity spread from the totem.

The Shayyah are also an ancient race, which was worshipped by its ancestors.

Every generation of Shayyah is accumulating momentum for the next generation…

As the son of a great chief of the 36,330th generation of the Shayyah, he can gain tremendous strength from his ancestors!

“In the first fight, all you have to do is show the power of 10 bis and 3. ”

Faced with a brook violin, the Shayyah fighter so determined his heart, he then drew a black spear from his back.