Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

“These two friends, they don't seem in the mood?” Stokefan is a human figure who was meant to relieve Luo Zheng's embarrassment.

Who knows, but the wind in the morning is blunt: “Drinking with a bunch of inferior ants doesn't really make you feel any better. ”

That's a little too much.

Strong people from all walks of the central domain visited the cloud palace, and Xuan Chen Feng's words were too shameful.

Ning Yubutterfly's face slightly depressed towards Luo Zheng, Luo Zheng's eyebrows also wrinkled, “If you two are not satisfied with Luo's hospitality, you can go on your own! ”

They are all transferred here by Rozen's removal order. If they leave on their own, they will need to take the ascent route as well, but their safety will not be guaranteed.

Instead of picking up Luo Zheng, he helped the morning wind, “Is that wrong? The Lower Warrior is no better than an ant! ”

It is true that from the perspective of their pride sons of the heavens, they would never have crossed the lower realm if it had not been for Rosen's presence here.

“Really? But Tang Tang Huan's first prize, he still lost to Luo Zheng!” Xi Xiaoqin said sarcastically at this moment. She also couldn't see, it was important to know that these two guys are talking about ants and her relatives. Today, the Qing Dao people are also present with the core figures of the spiritual sect.

Xi Xiaoqin thinks she often makes senseless noises, but today she finds that these two guys who have no idea seem to be even more outrageous...

“Humph, it's just an odd number in the nest of ants,” the morning breeze snorted coldly, and he wondered if he understood that the great thousand worlds would emerge to symbolize this figure.

The creation of a heavenly pride does not rely on a rich heritage. It is really against common sense to see that this middle domain is not a place where anyone can be Jedi Ling.

“What about me?” Xi Xiaoqin eyebrows picked.

“How many odds do we have in the middle of nowhere?” Huatian also said.

In the top 10 of the Atlantic, this middle domain holds three seats, while the gods are so strong that they occupy only three seats.

Xuan Chen Feng did not know how to answer for a while.

Who knows the bitter light of silence all the way through vegetarianism, but smiles slightly, "Amitabha, the middle realm is indeed too amazing, ten seats in heaven can occupy three, even the ruins of my heavenly Buddha are dusted here. ”

Everyone looked curious and looked at the bitter lamp, but didn't know what he meant by that.

Hundred Mile Red Maple and Pei Tianyao are silently drinking.

The short square table in this palace is lined up, and the three or five people are at the table, and they are at the table with Hua Tianxing.

These seats can be arranged solely for the sake of Luo Zheng and Hua Tian Ding.

In terms of strength and status, they would not have been eligible to sit here.

Pei Tianyao and Hundred Mile Red Maple were also intimidated when they heard Luo Zheng's conversation.

How big is the atlas?

They haven't seen it before, but they heard from Huatian Fate that there are trillions of martial arts fighters in the Divine Sea!

100 million…

Surprised they barely sat on the ground.

In contrast, all the martial arts of the divine sea in this great thousand worlds can walk sideways, and the atlas is truly more powerful than they imagined.

From Luo Zheng's mouth, they know that these people are the top 10 Taoists of Huanyu?

What Taoist means, they don't know what it means, but it stands out from the billions of divine seas, the top 10, this talent is too scary...

This Pei Tianyao found that the bitter light across the street was staring at himself, and his heart was also a bit frivolous.

When Luo Zheng left with these people, this monk had the same look, why did he come back today?

The bitter lamp stared at Pei Tianyao and said this again. All people followed the bitter lamp's gaze, which eventually fell on Pei Tianyao.

“Hey, hey, your people are staring at you again," Hundred Mile Red Maple stabbed Pei Tianyao with his elbow.

“Fuck you! It's your colleague!” Pei Tianyao was originally uncomfortable, but at this moment, there is little coarseness.

Hundred Mile Red Maple was funny. He also saw that Pei Tianyao seemed a little nervous and didn't say much.

“Bitter Lamp, what does that mean?” A hint of curiosity flashed on Rosenfeld's face.

Flying to the upper realm, Luo Zheng has not entered the Holy Land of Ban Buddha, Buddha Road is self-contained, some of the things are quite mysterious, he implicitly predicts that the meaning of bitter lamp is not simple.

The bitter light smiled lightly, but nodded towards Pei Tianyao, "I don't know what the donor calls it. ”

“Pei Tianyao,” Pei Tianyao stood up and bowed his hand.

The bitter lamp looks like a little Sami, even younger than Pei Tianyao, but after all, it is the one who is powerful in the extreme realm of God, and Pei Tianyao will pay his respects.

Who knew that after Pei Tianyao had gone for a gift, the bitter lamp also joined hands with ten, “Amitabha, the donor is the immovable king of the Ming reincarnation, but there is no reason to fly up. If I were to enter the Holy Land of All Buddha, I would be regarded as a way to cultivate...” In general, the bitter lamp looked to Luo Zheng and Ning Yu Butterfly, “I wonder if I could let go of this person from the cloud palace? ”