Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

The saint's kandan warrior stared at Luo Zheng, and his face had an uncertain look...

The hidden threat from Rosen made him realize that he was the best!

He is too far apart from Lo Xing's cultivation to see through the true power of Lo Xing, but he can guess that Lo Xing's cultivation is at least a triumphant cultivation, possibly even a realm leader!

Isn't the Seven Kingdoms occupied by their Holy Nation? If such a powerful man dares to enter the Seven Kingdoms, will he not seek death?

“You, who are you... what do you want? Is it possible that you intend to surrender to my Holy Nation...” This Holy Samurai warrior may not have a high degree of cultivation, but his head is still more agile, and in an instant he comes up with an answer like this.

If this man is truly sincere, he may have a chance to live, and when things happen, he always chooses to think in the right direction, and the Holy Nation is no exception.

“You don't deserve to know my purpose," Rosenfeld glanced at each other and released his finger, the whip automatically dropped and retracted into the hands of the saint warrior.

This move by Luo Zheng suddenly gave this saint martial artist a slight pleasure. He felt that he had guessed the purpose of Luo Zheng. This person really came to the defense, but didn't want to tell himself...

But the hope that this saint martial artist has just risen is crushed.

“Death to the weak,” Rosen closed his eyes.

Luo Zheng's soul suddenly released, spreading him in all directions in a plane.

There are still three or four Holy Samurai fighters in this half-air suspended. They see the movement here, maintain a certain distance, and are also cautiously probing the movement of Rosen...

When they understood the moment of the Luo Mantra, these saint warriors suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis, realizing that the next one was going to turn and flee!

But the thought of their escape was just born, and they felt their head sinking, as if a million kilograms of heavy objects were crushing their heads, and then their souls were like fragile blisters, instantly bursting, blowing up with their souls, and their heads.

The souls of the Kandahar warriors have never been trained, and the fragile are like newborn babies, with no means of resistance at all.

The saint fighters of the Interahamwe quickly became a headless corpse, heading straight down.

Silence in the great valley...

All mortals look up at Rosen, full of incredible colors in their eyes. How much does this man exist when he just blinds himself to meditation and bursts the skull of those who cannot be a saint for a lifetime?

At this moment, the conquest has been transformed in their hearts into the Savior sent by heaven, in order to save the people of their Creek Nation.

Luo Zheng simply swept these mortals away with a faint glance, but heard a sudden noise below, “This benefactor, please wait! ”

Then came a figure, the Lord of the Creek, who had the power to repair things in the divine realm and fly in the air. Fly!

There are also a small number of people in Xiguo who own these cultivations.

“This benefactor, I am the lord of these people. If the benefactor dares to help, can he take my people from the seven extinctions?” The Lord appeared to pray, and he knew that his cultivation was too different from that of Luo Xuan. It was a great grace that this man was willing to help, and he should not have any other luxury.

But the heart of the nation also understands that even if they rescue one of his people now, they will not survive in the Seven Kingdoms. Hundreds of thousands of people are too ambitious to be easily discovered by the saint fighters.

The key is that once this blood spell is successfully carried out, no one in the whole world will have a chance to live, even if hidden in a cave of a thousand people underground, it will be affected by the blood spell!

The only way out is to leave this world...

The horn-braided girl protruded her distant head from the country's broad arms, a pair of black lost eyes staring at Rosen, curiosity about Rosen seemed to have suppressed her fears and grief, staring carefully at Rosen.

Luo Zheng did not understand the Lord's words, but shook his head slightly, “There are too many people, I can't take them away. ”

The Lord's face revealed a dark colour. Some of his demands were difficult. It was a great gift to be able to help each other. His requests were actually somewhat excessive.

However, Luo Zheng's gaze flashed, but he looked towards the mountain wall on the side of the canyon and sank for a moment.

Then he approached the mountain wall, stretching out a finger and gently buckling it, and the mountain wall instantly collapsed into a huge hole that was a lot taller.

Luo Zheng drilled into the hole, his fingers were like blades, and his fingers were cut constantly, expanding the cave downwards, and after just over a dozen breathing hours, Luo Zheng dug out a cave as wide as 100,000 feet deep.

When Rosen returned to the cave, he asked the lord, "Are you fed enough? ”

The lord understood the intent of Rosen, his face revealed a difficult color, “Food is enough, but hidden in this hole...”

They were forced by the Holy Nation to migrate, and before they left, the homeowners had mobilized everyone to bring all the food they could, and the rest of the rations were supported for half a month without any problems.

But is hiding in a hole useful? Once the blood spell is in effect, the result is the same wherever it is hidden.

Of course Luo Zheng understands the Lord's concern, "I will not let the blood spell work, you will only need to hide in it for a few days. ”

When he heard that, the lord looked slightly surprised.

The cultivation of the Lord of the Creek may be modest, but it does not mean that his vision is low, and he is ultimately a superior martial artist.

Listen to Rosen. He seems to be trying to stop the Holy Tribe from carrying out a blood spell?

“Believe me,” Rosenfeldt said.

Seeing Luo Zheng's firm and faint expression, a feeling of trust suddenly appeared in the national center, maybe this person can really do it...

“Thank you for your help. If the En can help me survive this great robbery in Creek Country, I will wait, I will wait...”

The owner wanted to say thank you, but in the middle of it, he suddenly didn't know how to say the next sentence.

He is a warrior in the divine realm, and only a warrior understands the power gap between the strong and the weak.

Wherever one cannot distinguish clearly, in the eyes of mortals, the gap between Kandahar warriors and bourgeoisie does not seem to be significant.

This lord can conceal the power of Luo Zheng. He dares to come to the Seven Endangered Realms alone, at least as a master of the realm, even the existence of heavenly dignity is possible. Such people have no recompense at all.

“I wait… for nothing but to give thanks to the benefactor! ”

The voice fell, and the Lord knelt on his knees, but bowed down before the sign.

The kingdoms of the Creek all knelt down, and there is no reason for anyone below to stand. This dense linen is lined up in a dragon of hundreds of thousands of human beings, at this moment crawling toward the ground.

Luo Zheng shook his head slightly and said, "Go inside, I will lay a phantom formation in the hole. ”

The Lord nods his head and gives the command, which is a dispatch.

Hundreds of thousands of mermaids penetrated into the cave opened by Luo Xuan. Luo Xuan arbitrarily arranged a phantom array in the cave, and when he inspired the phantom array, the whole cave disappeared visually strange.

This phantom array cannot stop the realm owner, even the Divine Borderline Warrior can easily find the bloom of phantom arrays and discover the hundreds of thousands of human beings in the hole.

However, the task of escorting these mortals is accomplished by the warriors of the Divine Realm. The illusion array arranged with the present strength is not to say that it is the Divine Realm. Even if it is a makeshift realm, the realm of life and death cannot see through this illusion array.

So under his arrangement, these people should be safe.

After being settled, Luo Zheng flew away and continued towards the Seven Immortals City...

The lord who stood at the aperture, holding the horn-braided girl, stared at Luo Zheng's distant back.

“Master, who is he?” The horn-braided girl asked in a crisp voice.

The lord smiled, “He… is a great hero of our people! ”

“Big hero? Big, big hero?” The horn-braided girl asked.

“Well, it's big and big...” the owner replied.

The girl with the horn braid nodded and looked for a long time in the direction of the disappearance of Rosen. Her little heart had engraved the image of Rosen deeply.