Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

“Stop. ”

The footsteps of the sword in front of him suddenly paused, his eyes swimming towards one side.

Everyone stopped and stared down at the sword.

Misty and empty.

Earlier they could see the huge shadows in the fog.

But at this moment, all the shadows disappeared, all seemingly retreating into the fog.

“Why stop? ”

“There seems to be nothing! ”

“I didn't see anything. ”

The gods face each other.

The sword wrinkled and frowned. Did you feel something wrong?

Thinking of it here, his fingers bounced gently.

“Soo!”

From his cuffs, the sound of a sword coming out of his sheath.

A miniature sword flashed out and circled in front of itself.

The sword is not as long as a palm, but the body, the handle, and the details are very sophisticated.

“The sword is like a mountain, and the evil deed is as good as the reward. If it is dangerous, it will sound! ”

“Buzz--”

The mini sword kept ringing in front of the sword.

But the direction of the tip of the sword is not fixed, and the front, back, left, and right are constantly floating.

Not long ago, this miniature sword pointed directly at the ground!

“Underground? ”

The brothers of the Sword clan looked at each other, and the eyebrows of the sword wrinkled, "It is indeed underground, pay attention to your feet! ”

This miniature sword is the most treasured sword robbery of the Sword Nation. It can measure the direction of danger to some extent.

Into the ground?

Luo Zheng glanced slightly and asked, “Are those fears incarnate in wisdom? ”

This is a very important issue.

If it is an ordinary incarnation, even if it is powerful without much wisdom, it is not too difficult to cope, and mechanical and foolish opponents always have many flaws and weaknesses.

But once you have the most intelligent wisdom, it's very troublesome.

They are good at hiding their shortcomings and maximizing their abilities.

“Yes! They all possess the intelligence that corresponds to the prototype and even the original memory!” Jianxian replied.

“Memories of themselves exist?” Luo Zheng was stunned.

Sword nodded and smiled bitterly: "Isn't that amazing? ”

“How could that be possible!” Rosen sighs.

“Indeed, if you are afraid of a creature in the divine domain, then all the memories of this creature, including temper, integrity, habit, will be replicated as they were, without any difference, as our swordsmen have long established," he said faintly.

Looking at Luo Zheng's still incredible expression, he continued: “You must know that the place of contention is the other side of the world. It is beyond our level of life. What they can see and do is far from what we can imagine! ”

“Mmm.”

Luo nodded.

It is unclear what the concept is for those on the other side of the border.

But it must be beyond the presence of saints.

These creatures, most likely the existence of superior creatures, can lay such a frightening restraint, and that's the end of the story.

Just moments after Rosenberg nodded!

“Click! ”

All of a sudden, people hear a voice coming from underground.

At the same time, the direction of the miniature sword suspended in front of the sword suddenly diverged!

“Coming! Azimuth, right, back, down!” Jianxian Expressway.

Though he warned ahead of time, he just pointed out the approximate orientation, and many of the true gods were still confused.

“Ah! Under your feet, below! ”

“Underground! Get Dongella out of here! ”

When people gathered their eyes, they saw that Tang Jie's entire body was trapped and only half of his body was exposed.

Despite Tanger's desperate struggle up, something unknown beneath him still pulled him away quickly.

“Huh!”

Not far away, the Oriental ghost moved, and the other side rushed out a dirt yellow body.

Carrying a horse chopper, he was slightly heavier, and the knife waved a new moon-shaped sword between the moments, standing on its own.

Oriental ghost is another saint of the Oriental family, Oriental Patriarch.

“Pfft!”

This knife lifted a hole in the ground.

Tong Jie has already buried most of his body. Under this cut, the brush under his abdomen was cut off!

“Oriental ghost, how can you do this to Don Jie!” Tang Xu was angry.

Under this cut, Tang Xu next to him finally dragged Tang Jie's hand out, but only his large body, legs, and hips were all brushed apart by Oriental ghosts. Tang Xu was naturally angry.

“It didn't hurt Dantian, it didn't hurt his soul, it was better to break his legs than to be dragged away," Oriental Ghost said coldly.

As true gods, as long as Dantian is immortal and his soul is immortal, injuries to other parts can eventually be remedied.

When the shape of the sword flashed, it rushed over, and the sword gently picked towards the ground, picking up a piece of dirt, which was a constantly creeping contact angle, before the Oriental ghost manipulated the split, and also cut the contact angle of the unknown creature.

“What a creature! Who has?” The sword asks.

The creatures that appear in the fog are embodied in the fears of these people, and should always be recognized by someone.

The True Gods looked to that tangent and shook their heads.

But Nanhua, far away, saw this thing, and suddenly he looked very ugly, “This, isn't this the ancient tentacle snake? ”

“How is that possible? ”

“The hundred-touch serpent is an ancient murderer. With the extinction of the saints, it has disappeared. Who the fuck has seen this thing? ”

The gods screamed.

Nanxiaohua held back for a while and said: "I, I've seen it. ”

The gods looked at Nan Qihua with strange eyes.

Nobody wants to believe themselves, Nanxihua just said: “I just saw a lot of tentacles in the fog, just wondering if this is it. My Nanxi family has an ancient practice secret. After my father repaired it, the Nanxi family's children can practice in it. In this secret, I can see the ancient tentacle snake. I saw it once when I was a kid, I had a nightmare for three years. ”

After listening to Nan Xuahua, the true gods present suddenly became agitated.

“Damn it! Repair the ancient ruins? You're killing me! ”

“Baitan Snake is an ancient murderer, this time it is trouble! ”

“In ancient records, these hundred tentacles do excel at traveling underground, which is a soft soil layer formed by the decay of countless years of accumulated bark roots, perfect for travelling. ”

The true gods in this room stared fiercely at Nan Qihua.

But this kind of thing can't be blamed on Nanxiaohua. Everyone has something to fear. Nanxiaohua saw the hundred-touched snake when he was a little girl or almost forgot it when he was an adult. But these memories are generally hidden deep inside. After reaching the battlefield, he was finally awakened.