Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

Those gods are so respectful to Mojo, his identity will never be simple.

The key is that he already has a major in the world, and it shouldn't be difficult to seal a fate in another atlas.

But he's not a god, he's still a Taoist!

This can only be Mahogany's true qualification to strike the True God.

After slowly wiping away the blood stains on his mouth, he didn't learn a lesson at all, and he still shook his head and said: "This time I came on behalf of the Holy Nation for only one purpose. ”

“Say," God commanded Heavenly Lord with a cold face. The sword in her hand had been held in her hand and she was staring at Mojo.

If both parties tear her face apart, she will kill this man in the first place, only as a mojo, with the potential to become a true God, and the Holy Nation dares to send him to negotiate, surely there is a way to protect him!

“In fact, we saints don't really like to fight and kill.” Mo Xiao smiled lightly. "Try not to use force to solve things that can be resolved peacefully. It's too barbaric...”

“Oh, you mean, you saints will withdraw from our atlas?” The Oracle of God asked.

Other heavenly dignitaries also listen, not knowing what medicine is sold in this gourd.

If these saints were to withdraw from the atlas, it would be a blessing for all races in the atlas!

Mojo shook his head, “You have 100,000 great boundaries in this atlas. It can be regarded as a vast number of people. We, the people of the Holy Nation, are innumerable. We can start a faction in this atlas. We all live together in harmony. What do you think? ”

When they heard Mojo's words, a strange colour appeared on the faces of the people.

There was a slight smile on Rosen's face...

This mojo was so beautiful, the Holy Nation would have been much more powerful than the many races in the atlas. If this race had gone too far through the wall of sighs, the founding faction would have been here, with solid backing, and the end result would have been known, they would have eaten the atlas without blood!

“I personally think it's a really good plan,” Mojo continued.

The Divine Oracle looked carefully at the elder elder next to him.

Old Wind's face is also very serious, and these heavenly dignitaries are communicating with each other in real life.

In fact, the moment Mahogany introduced the program, they understood the intentions of the Holy Nation.

It is absolutely impossible for the Holy Nation to give up the opportunity to invade the atlas, but at this moment they do not want a full-scale war.

If you agree to Mojo's request, there is a good thing you can buy them time!

If two to three of the ten Taoists become true gods, they may have the potential to change the fate of the Atlantic.

The Holy Nation, though powerful, came from another atlas, not from the divine domain.

Many heavenly reverences have been negotiated with each other for a long time, and many controversies have arisen.

Mo Hao showed good patience at this moment, with his hands on his back, but his eyes were overwhelmed by those heavenly dignity, and he fell on Rosen and others, measuring them up and down...

After the invasion of the atlas, the Holy Nation massacred a large area of Tang Chen people. Under constant soul searches, considerable news has been obtained. The identity of the ten Taoists is public in the atlas, and Mo Hao has a considerable knowledge of the information of these young people.

Mahogany knows these little guys, and I'm afraid that's the most important hope in this atlas.

But Mojo didn't venture to do it, the urge to clean it up...

Though Mojo does not have much concern for his safety, he will not be in a better position if he does so at this moment.

His life is more precious than those of each other!

“Promise them this plan, it's good for us! ”

“As long as we hold them steady first, the morning breeze in my house will eventually become a true god...”

“All we're missing is time! ”

Some of Heavenly Venerable's demands on Mojo are still very heartfelt, including the original sinful Venerable Venerable Venerable. Xuanxian Morning Wind poured too much of his heart and effort. He still has a lot of confidence in Morning Wind!

Others, however, were dissenting.

“Huh, this kind of compromise has no effect! ”

“We should strike back immediately, seal them off the edge of the great boundary, and put an end to the possibility that they are quite close to the atlas! ”

“It's foolish to put hope on someone else's charity! ”

These gods are divided into two factions, and they argue with each other!

But the elder chief didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, and none of these heavenly honors could convince each other, and eventually he brushed his hopes toward the elder chief.

In fact, here, the Divine Oracle of Heaven, the original Sin of Heaven and the Thunder of Punishment of Heaven and Heaven of Heaven are all people who are driven together with the elders. As the superior heavens, they carry far more destiny than the average heavens, but if prestige or elders are more suitable, after all, he is the disciple's heir.

Seeing everyone staring at themselves, he said with a true metaphor: “I think… are you missing something? ”

Many heavens face each other, most people do not understand.

But the divine message to God that his beautiful eyes would blink slightly said, "They are reluctant to do it. ”

Old Wind nodded, "Yeah, why wouldn't they? ”

Assuming that the Holy Nation truly possesses absolute strength, the Mojo will not come to negotiate with these gods.

The Holy Nation can assemble the True God directly, pushing one world at a time!

Negotiations are not enough.

“You mean the Saints don't dare to fight?” Heavenly Sin asked.

“I'd like to bet," the elder nodded.

Nothing in the world is absolutely certain, but since the other side is willing to negotiate, it means that they do not want to wage a full-scale war in a short period of time, from which they can spy.

Many heavenly faces are also very complex.

If the demands of Mojo were truly accepted, the Holy Nation would not necessarily follow, and once the Holy Nation was ready, the outbreak of a full-scale war would be inevitable.

The strong never need to reason with the weak. It will be a night of repentance.

But if this conversation breaks down, the Holy Nation will do it now. How will they cope?

Like the elder said, he's willing to bet!

Gambling that the Saints do not dare to do it, gambling that Luo Zheng and others can return from God's forbidden land, gambling that they can make great progress in a short time, become realm owners, become true gods...

After many days of careful analysis, it is gradually becoming clear that the elders' ideas are correct.

With the Holy Nation temporarily appeased, the end result will still not escape extinction, so let's gamble now and seal these guys firmly on the edge of the great boundary, so they won't be allowed to go any further!

The resolutions of the Lord Almighty were soon agreed upon.

The elder chief's eyes fell on the mojo again, and the mojo knew that the group had negotiated the outcome, but smiled, "What about my proposal?” In Mojo's view, both the human race and the demonic race are only inferior races in front of their Holy Nation.

The purpose of these races' survival is not noble, and in order to survive, they will have no bottom line concessions!

The old wind responded faintly: “There are many races in our atlas, but no great realm is superfluous, and I reject them on behalf of all the forces in the atlas. ”

When he heard the old wind, Mojona's cynical smile finally converged and his heart cursed at the old fox, but his mouth continued to threaten him: “Only one chance! ”

If Mahogany's not a threat, it's okay.

He said that, the old man laughed when he waited for many days.

To cultivate the supremacy of heaven, the mood is already comparable to fine iron, and what you decide will change easily?

The threat of mojo hardness further exposes the Saint's lack of breath!

It's not just those gods, including Luo Zheng and others who can see that the Holy Nation is bluffing!

“Ha ha, we don't need a chance from the Holy Tribe! Fight if you dare!” The chill grinned.

Of these ten, he is the most straightforward character, to say the least, he is somewhat similar to the character of the mojo, hearing the mojo here crooked for half a day, but he couldn't bear to talk ironically.

This negotiation failed, the moose heart was naturally extremely fierce, heard the crackling cold words, more angry with shame, a sudden lightning in a pair of purple pupils!

“Juniors in the extreme realm of the district gods dare to intervene and teach you a lesson for your elders!” When the voice falls, the lightning in the eyes of Mojo forms an arc in the sky, and it runs at an incredible speed towards the crackling cold.