Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

In the divine domain, all Sanskrit in groups are generally considered to have extraordinary value.

Los Angeles has been running and has been in the divine domain for countless years.

Only tens of thousands of years have passed since the seventeenth Divine Age, and suddenly a heavy rain erupted in the bright dust area where Lo Shui was located.

Because of the heavy rain, a segment of Los Angeles collapsed.

And just in the crumbling section, a giant black rock emerged, engraved with seven golden Sanskrits on it.

This is the origin of the Seven Sanskrits of Loshui.

The news leaves behind, promptly attracting the attention of many forces in the divine domain, even the great doors show a strong interest...

The first to receive the message was the White House, which was ranked eighteenth by Homen.

Because the land of light and dust belongs to the White House.

Despite the fact that the White House blocked all access to the news in the shortest possible time, the seven Sanskrit versions of this group were still flowing out.

The seven Sanskrit topographic copies have been bought with heavy gold by many families, and even if the White House blockade is tightened, it will not be possible to completely eliminate those topographic copies.

After all, you only need one copy of Top Print to be able to print indefinitely...

Whoever brought out the first expanded version was no longer considered, but the Bai family did jump like thunder at first.

But when the great powers in the realm of God began to decipher the first time they got the printed version, but when they really began to drill, the true gods in the realm, the great success, the saints discovered the difficulty.

Some remote Sanskrit is strange, but one can always see a word from it. After all, the experience of a generation has been passed down, and the knowledge of Sanskrit among the true gods has slowly increased.

The Seven Sanskrits of Koroshui are too complicated for the general Sanskrit language to handle.

This difficulty has plagued the gods in the divine domain and continues to this day.

The vast majority of true gods who are interested in Sanskrit have more or less tried to solve this difficulty. After all, it is neither solvable nor shameful to solve it. So much can be tried, if it is really solved, isn't it developed?

Those who know how to walk know at a glance that the seven groups of golden Sanskrit are the seven Sanskrits of Loshui. Even the middle-aged people blurred the seven Sanskrit, the elderly and the young people in white recognized them at a glance.

In their view, Luo Zheng should not be interested in this famous, unsolvable problem at all!

But the guy who was amazed in their eyes actually showed a strong interest in the seven Sanskrits, and looked at him as if he'd picked up the treasure, mostly because he thought he'd found it.

So both hearts are broken and speechless.

Where the hell did this come from? You don't seem to know Sanskrit well enough to give such precise insights.

Young people even have some hidden hopes. I hope this young man wants to mock the stall owner...

“Owner, do you intend to sell these seven Sanskrit?” Rosen asked with a squint of his eyes.

The special thing about Sanskrit is that you can't decipher it, it's worthless, it's useless except to appreciate it.

According to Luo Zheng's current understanding, Sanskrit, which has been completely decoded in the Divine Domain, is very rare, and he is now figuring out how to take down this group of Sanskrit at a lower price.

What the middle-aged man had in mind was probably similar to a very young man in white not far away.

Those who do not know the seven Sanskrit languages of Loshui in the divine domain are rookies among the rookies. He sees the fish hooked up to nature to serve them well.

The middle-aged man shrugged his head and opened his eyes a little. He glanced lightly at Luo Zheng and smiled coldly. "My seven Sanskrit languages are not easy, but since I set up a stall here, they are naturally for sale, but I only sell them to people who know the goods! ”

“Offer," Lo Zheng was too lazy to talk to him about his ink, but simply said.

The middle-aged man reached out with one hand and Jan said: "Five thousand martial arts coins! ”

When they heard the middle-aged man, the stallers around them suddenly jumped.

They saw Luo Zheng show a strong interest in Luo Shui Qi Sanskrit, all with the look of an idiot, silently watching Luo Zheng.

Had it not been for the default rules in their line of work, they would not have been able to compete freely with each other. They feared that it would have been the first time to send the seven Sanskrits of Loshui to the front of Luo Zheng, not 500, not 50, five divine martial arts coins would have been very happy!

At the same time, however, these stallers are insulting the middle-aged man, but the young man is only the next true god. I'm afraid he won't even be able to get 5,000 martial arts coins to kill him. There is no such black law anymore.

In fact, the middle-aged man also knew that Luo Xuan couldn't get it out. He just blackmailed the price and tried to test Luo Xuan's reaction.

Normally, such a rookie would have a depressing or disappointing look.

Koroshen revealed his expression, making a middle-aged man's heart beat...

This guy is a little hesitant!

“No way, can he really pay thousands of martial arts coins?” The middle-aged man stared at the change in expression on Rosenfeld's face.

The elderly and young people in white still look at this side, and the two also communicate in a low voice.

“He really wants to buy it. ”

“5,000 Shen Wu Jian was not scared away. How many Shen Wu Jian does this guy have? ”

Luo Zheng's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and he laughed: "Is your price a little high? ”

The middle-aged man looked at Luo Zheng's every move and still said in a lazy voice: “No one can say that the price of this thing is high or low. For those who know the goods, these seven Sanskrit are priceless treasures. Don't say 5,000 Shen Wu coins, even 500,000 will ask for them. For those who don't know the goods, I fear that the five Shen Wu coins are expensive. ”

He's absolutely right.

It's just the standard for recognizing goods, it's the ability to decipher these seven Sanskrit languages...

Five thousand divine martial arts coins are not worth mentioning for Luo Zheng. In his current status, the ordinary family cannot be compared, not to mention the continuous production of divine martial arts coins in his body world.

“Too expensive," Rosen shook his head.

“Go ahead," the middle-aged man grabbed Luo Zheng's mind, judging that as long as Luo Zheng intends to leave, he immediately dives at a huge price... Don't say 5,000, even if he makes a hundred divine martial arts coins deal, he laughs off his teeth.

Of course he doesn't. He's met a real millionaire today.

“Well, 5,000 is 5,000,” Rosenfeld whispered.

Once said, the middle-aged man's eyes were squeezed, and he was also the staring boss. Then he saw a bunch of dark magic martial arts coins poured out under Luo Zheng's hand. His heart was about to fly out, and he felt that the world was suddenly a little unrealistic.

The surrounding stallers, too, grew up mouth, looked at Luo Zheng foolishly, and looked at the shenzhen martial arts coin flowing out of the rally...

“Done, done?” The old man in white cannot remain calm at all.

The young man glanced at him, and just as the middle-aged man was about to jump on that pile of divine martial arts coins, the two swept past him like the wind.

“Wait!” The old man in white stopped at the sign.

Young people stare hard at middle-aged men with a fierce look.

These two people suddenly jumped out of nowhere, which bored Luo Xuan quite a bit.

“What's the matter?” Rosen asks.

“These seven Godprints are not worth it, and if you really need them, my husband can give them to you for free!” The old man in white laughed and said to Rosen.

When he heard the old man in white, a middle-aged man suddenly caught sight of it. It was 5,000 shenzhen martial arts coins. He shouted, “Do you understand the rules? How can you do this! I made a deal with him! ”

Young people smile cold, "Rules? The rules of Famous Sword City are laid down by my family. If you still want to hang around here, don't tell me the rules! ”

The middle-aged man choked on the words, looked up and down at the young man's clothes, realized what, and stopped squeaking.