Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

The poetry dance smiled softly, a black bead quickly danced, and she arrived in an extremely elegant position in the air, dancing like wings behind her shirt!

“Phew…”

For a moment, she rushed at the puppet with her bare hands!

A pair of dark golden axes in the puppet's hands are called "The Wolf of the Tsunami Moon", and is also a magnificent artifact. He saw the holy woman face his axe with no hands, and his heart was daring. Naturally, he would not consider this holy woman to be Toda!

The crusty body is now a leap, two dark golden axes like door panels, lying in front of himself, and then his whole person is like a barbarian cow, dancing towards the poetry sky and crashing into the past!

“Crush you! ”

The battle puppet's generally thick body, combined with the demonic explosive power, makes this collision quite powerful.

In contrast, poetry dance soft and weak body, if hit by a war puppet, afraid to crush bones!

However, the poetry dance was a smile, and the original scattered black beads changed their orientation in an instant, starting to line up in a regular way, and she couldn't help but face the battle puppet!

“That saintly woman is so big! How dare you bear the puppet of war? ”

“I'm sure she should have a way of dealing with it, otherwise she wouldn't be so stupid...”

“Hmm, maybe it's just a suspicion, if this puppet can't be right, it can directly smash the holy woman into pieces! ”

During this time, the Iron Moon City faced this side of the hill, and many tall pavilion pavilions appeared. Many martial arts gathered in these pavilions. People also had, and the Holy Nation had, exchanged information among themselves and even fought with each other...

However, these pavilions are artificially constructed, in which consumption also entails the payment of genuine stones and are expensive.

However, the warriors who dare to invade the sunflower realm have long regarded wealth as something outside their bodies. After all, challenging the Holy Nation could crash at any moment. What use would it be to have more real stones and real yuan in your hands?

These people's voices have just fallen...

The puppet's twin axes have burst into the air of poetry.

But at the moment of collision, a strange scene appeared. The whole poetry dancer was as light as paper, and there was no force at all. She was like a willow leaf dancing with the wind, with a double axe attached to the puppet of war floating past!

The puppet is also a surprise. He only feels like he hit a piece of cotton under this attack. The other party is not able to help at all. His power will not cause any harm to the empty dance of the poem!

As the great realm master, the puppet reacts extremely quickly!

Since the impact was ineffective, the double axe in his hand was the quickest way to chop it off towards the poetry below!

The poetry dance is as light as paper, but the two dark golden axes of the puppet are like scissors, staggered from left to right, to “cut” the poetry dance directly into two pieces.

But the two axes of the puppet were cut off, and there was no panic on the face of the poetry dancer. Her soft body twisted slightly. The whole person actually drilled past the gap between the two huge axes, and they were directly affixed to the arms of the puppet. Reaching out was a gentle stroke on the strong chest muscles of the puppet, but there was a clear scent left on the chest of the puppet, but it was a hip-hop smile, and there was a slight color in her eyes. If there was one more dagger in her hand, the puppet had been ripped open by her!

The smile was beautiful and the laughter was quite beautiful, but the puppet had no intention of appreciating it. He knew that the woman in front of him was definitely a powerful character. Now she played herself closely and obviously didn't see him!

In anger, he was a bear hug, and if he could grab the holy woman, he could crush her with brute force.

But at this moment, the poetry dance was like a slippery fish, drilled out of the arms of a war puppet, drifted underneath his clothes, pulled away from the war puppet, and raised his hands and gently patted a clap.

After a shock in the puppet's heart, he unconsciously found himself surrounded by those black beads, which were sequentially formed into a formation, inspired by the moment of the poetry and sky dancer!

“Bang, bang, bang...”

The black beads burst in a flash, creating a black light that completely wrapped the puppets in it!

Almost all the weapons possessed by this poetry dance are one-time magic jewels. The black beads that are now used against the puppets are "black flame beads”. The black flames that erupt from these black beads have a powerful extinction power. Once those black flames burst, they release a powerful extinction power in the air.

After a while, those black flames gradually dissipated, falling from the air two dark things, then Heran is the two axes of the puppet of war, the two axes are no longer shaped, the dark golden light fades away, and the puppet of war himself is completely extinguished by the black flame.

“It's no fun... is anyone else willing to challenge me?” The poetry dance asked.

Her eyes circled over the hill, there were many powerful fighters outside the hill, but all remained silent. It seemed that no one dared challenge her today, so she turned her head and followed her...

In fact, the powerful martial artists are not afraid of this monstrous saintly woman.

It's just that the one-time treasures on this woman are countless and powerful. It's really hard to beat her. Besides, these fighters think very highly of themselves. The purpose of their visit to the sunflower water world is to challenge Muho, and they are not very interested in other people!

“Hey, let's not talk about taking down the mojo, I can't even take down a holy woman in the woods! ”

“Looks like the samurai who lost in the hands of this saintly woman, there are ten of them, right? ”

“No one has ever tasted a failure! ”

The warriors in Iron Moon City whispered, more drunk and casually made a sad word...

But the poetry dance just turned around, and one of them climbed up the hill.

The man was dressed in black and wrapped in thick robes. Only a pair of star-like eyes appeared in a gap. When the martial artist climbed the hill, he asked faintly: “If I defeated you, could I directly challenge Mo Hao? ”

Now that Mojo is too famous, and that he only fights three people a day, the challenge to Mojo is to line up.

When he heard the man in black ask, the poetry dance turned his head again, and his face showed an interesting expression, while shaking his head, "Actually, that's not true! ”

“What do you mean?” The man in black asked coldly.

But the poetry dance was a smile, “If you defeat me, Brother Mojo will help me, of course he will challenge you! ”

“That's good! ”

The black man's goal was to come at the mojo. He had no interest in the word game played by the poem. He saw his arms tremble and the robe wrapped around him was broken in pieces. At the same time, he revealed his original face, but he was a young man.

The young man's eyes under the eyebrow of a sword shined like a star, revealing endless pride, while he reached down and a long gun of fire appeared in the young man's hand!

“That's... the morning breeze! ”

“Hahahaha, I knew our people's way was finally coming! ”

“This morning breeze is second only to the existence of Luo Zheng and Hua Tian Ding. Before Luo Zheng was born, he was the first! ”

“It's only terrible that these demonic characters progress. After he steps into the realm, his strength will only grow stronger now! ”

Millions of martial artists in the Atlantic were disappointed because Taoists refused to show up.

Just as the so-called martial arts fighter wins, many martial arts fighters understand that failure is not horrible, the horrible thing is not to be frightened first, and because of this, it greatly affects morale in the atlas...

These fighters didn't realize that they were waiting for the morning wind instead of wandering in their expectations!

At one time, all over the Iron Moon City high and low pavilion, there was a sudden cheer, as if victory was near, even some drunk and powerful warriors were a spiritual awakening.

“Morning breeze? ”

The poetry dancer's mouth slightly flashed, showing a strong interest when his soft eyes paused.

She knew the background of the Ten Taoists quite well, and on that day Lo was returned from the Forbidden Land of God, and she first recognized the origin of Lo.

As far as she knows, this morning breeze is not easy to come by!