Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

Mojo rises high and sees the entire Seven Immortal Cities.

His gaze narrowed rapidly and concentrated on the blood pool east of the city. He continued to sweep under his eyes and eventually stared at Rosenfeld!

At this moment, Luo Zheng also looked up, his eyes did not hesitate to welcome himself up...

Mojo was superior in the Great Polar Wood. As the first of the Great Polar Wood, he was insane in nature. Even if it was the heavenly dignity of the Great Polar Wood, he never saw it in his eyes.

Looking down at Rosen now, his face was filled with brutality, as if looking at a tiny little ant.

His temper was violent and exaggerated, and he had a temper for those who stood in the way of us all.

Born to be a hero, that's the kind of man.

That tentacle splashed down, like a thirsty beast full of injuries, lurking still, and has seized the best opportunity, intending to swallow Luo Luo...

This momentum is aimed at the release of Rozon.

But momentum is something that is already radioactive and cannot be accurately directed against someone unless it is a soul attack.

At the edge of this vast and narrow passage beside the blood pool, there is a dense gathering of 780,000 mortals.

The Blood Curse Matrix has been broken, and the irresistible gravity has disappeared, but hundreds of thousands of people are crowded together, and even if they want to escape, it will be difficult to evacuate quickly for a moment, or even step on it.

In order to escape, these men have forgotten their insistence that even if the bodies of their companions were to be crushed, they would try to escape, and the saints of the Holy Nation did not stop them.

A small fraction of the momentum that has escaped is infected by people who have fallen back from the unrest here.

Where people feel this irresistible momentum, the weak and windy soul suddenly falls like winter, all the people's teeth tightly bite, all over the chestnut, then faint...

Compared to the strong sense of oppression that accompanies the emergence of the mojo, Rosenberg is much more understated.

He did not move like a mountain, and was provoked by the mood, like a stubborn stone, with deep eyes like two ancient wells, without a single wave.

But in these two ancient wells, there is a sharp air hidden...

In addition to that sharp spirit, there is a stronger hegemony! The sharpness is the natural precipitation of Rosen's soul, from his own temperament and rest, while the hegemony is due to the Imperial Soul imprint in his soul.

Now is not the time for Luo Xuan to know that there must be a battle between himself and Mahogany.

“Huh!”

In the Seven Immortals City, a fine ray of light emitted, circled in a spiral at high speed and swept towards the swallowing beast.

“Brother Mojo!” The poetry danced one side towards the other.

Around the bloodbath, there are also a number of low-ranking fighters of the Holy Nation, powerful men of the boundaries, who have no opportunity to participate at all, but to hide themselves.

These saint fighters, mostly men, saw the poetry dance in the arms of the mojo, and their faces were full of envy.

From a human point of view, the poetry sky dance is slightly full, but in the eyes of the saints, the poetry sky dance is the most beautiful woman in their family, noble of descent, powerful of talent, cultivated into high depth, is the goddess in the hearts of countless samurai.

Unfortunately, the good man is ultimately owned by the better man, but this poetry dance belongs to Mojo's forbidden...

The other side is only envious.

In the eyes of saint martial artists, only a young man like Mojo can qualify for poetry and empty dance.

Mo Hao's right hand held the poetry and danced, then jumped gently, rapidly towards the blood pool, and after reaching a certain height, it stopped at an extremely fast speed.

He loves the feeling of being superior to the Rose sign, which allows him to keep his gaze on the Rose sign.

“The first of the ten Taoists, Rosen!” The memory of Mojo is astonishing with precision, and the name of Rosen is accurately stated, "I saw you three years ago, but it is only the extreme realm of God, and now you are the realm master, so forcibly uplifting the Taoist Taoist Taoist as... is the holy sacrament in the forbidden land of God trying to abolish you? ”

Luo Zheng still looked up at Mo Hao and said, "Is it obsolete? Why don't you try and make it clear? ”

Mojo shook his head, “If you can control the first Son of the Great Spirit, it will be quite beneficial to our battlefield, a living Dao, much more useful than the dead, you...” Mojo extended his finger and gently pointed at the sign below, “Get down on your knees, be sincere to me, be my sidekick, I can spare your life, even take you into the realm of God and give you a creation you can't imagine before this Great Spirit of Spirit collapses! ”

When Mojo said this, Luo Zheng suddenly laughed...

The gaze gradually sharpened, and the sharp air seemed like a sharp knife, tearing through the space silently.

“Why should I be sincere with you?” Rosenfeld asked that the practice in the Heart Refining Tower had taught him to face provocation at all times and that his mood could not easily be shaken.

“Ha ha ha...” Mo Hao laughed, “What do you think these seven extinctions are? Neither one of you dares to see the honor of God! Now that you're here, how can you leave? So be honest with me, it's not good for you, it's your only choice! ”

When I heard that, the smile on Rosenfeld's face intensified, “You think I can't leave again? ”

“Of course!”

The sound of mojo fell, and two more space cracks suddenly broke open in the sky.

Two more shadows have been squeezed out of this space crack...

“The Holy Nation?” Luo Zheng's gaze was slight.

With the advent of the two Holy Tribes, the momentum over the Seven Immortal Cities suddenly became extremely repressed, and all the pressure pointed to the Rosenberg.

In all, there are one hundred and fifty-six priests in the Great Polar Wood, more than twenty-eight in the Great Polar Wood.

In front of them are the dark heavens, and the poisonous heavens, both of which are the median heavens of the Great Polar Wood, with great strength.

After the appearance of the dark heavenly lord, he reached out and gently waved, and a conical light column reflected on the sign of Luo. Then the heavenly lord said to the archer: "Your Highness, I have planted a mark on this man, and this man's wings cannot fly! ”

The realm owner realized that the giant shifting technique can move hundreds of miles instantaneously, but this distance is not enough to allow realm owners to cross the great realm instantly! It's hard for realm owners to hunt down realm owners, but heaven wants to hunt down a realm owner, but it's like probing for something.

“Do you… still think you have the ability to leave?” The smile on Mohawk's face is even worse, his voice suddenly changes, revealing a bit of magic, "the only thing you can do now is yield to me! ”

“Submit to me! ”

“Submit to me! ”

“Submit to me! ”

The sound is constantly echoing, after superimposition, as if it could penetrate the soul of Rosen!

“Pfft! ”

“Pfft! ”

“ …… ”

The saint fighters below suddenly fell on their knees.

There are others who are still sober, kneeling on their knees, who are not afraid of the pressure of mojo, but are unable to resist the power of control in the mojo.

“Grand domination! ”

A phantom appeared at the side of the moat.

These myths create an irresistible momentum, crushing them so hard that no one can be subjugated by their Lord!

His Holiness has absolute authority in the Great Arctic, and even His Majesty will obey Him, take refuge in Him, willing to be here!

The art of grand domination can also include the top 30 beings in the 3,000 divine ways, cultivate to the ultimate, can do as words say, can manipulate the thoughts and ideas of the living spirit without having to do it, so that the people can give in to it.

Though Mojo has not yet set foot in the realm of the True God, he is only one step away from condensing the divine personality. This great ruling technique has been carried out, and the effect is also astonishing.

Even Red Demon Dong and Mazan felt this momentum, and their hearts were shaken strongly. Although they had not knelt on the ground, they bowed their heads and their hearts could not help but produce a sincere thought of obedience.

As for Rosenfeld's face, he still had a faint smile, like a stone, almost unresponsive to Mahogany's "grand rule".