Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

After the Qing Emperor hid in this space passage, all the phagocytes instantly lost their target.

They intertwine with each other, forming a dense purple mist, dancing wildly at the entrance of the space passage.

It was a while before it broke away.

“It's like the Sky Sword says! ”

“Looks like we can't let the gods out here! ”

“As long as they don't release their consciousness, these little purple bugs are harmless! ”

Seeing this scene, others immediately let go of their mind.

Shortly afterwards, the Qing Emperor drilled out of the space passage again.

But these purple bugs have completely forgotten their “target” and have not attempted to attack the Qing Emperor.

This is enough to show that the Phagocytes have little wisdom to remember their goals.

“Brother Qing Di has worked hard,” said Oriental Chun faintly.

The Qing Emperor nodded and smiled. “Together we all conquer the abyss magic domain, we must always do what we can! ”

“Exactly! Previously, we looked down on this place. For the moment, if we can't work together, I'm afraid it will be difficult to take down this forbidden place,” Fang Ten's sentence is also accompanied by a peace of mind.

Although the Qing Emperor is full of smiles, the thought in his mind is another.

Soul phagocytes are the third layer of the Abyss magic...

This weird little bug is usually at the core of the fourth layer.

On the fourth floor of "Dead Moss Plains" there is a special moss, which has been bred with powerful soul power, called soul moss. And the phagocytes feed on this soul moss.

Now that a large number of phagocytes appear on the third floor, it must be someone who constantly releases the gods and attracts them.

There are only demons in the abyss who can do this, I'm afraid.

These demons should have noticed the movement of their saints...

By the nature of the devils, it is impossible to allow others to take control of the Abyss Magic, let alone sit idly by.

This is probably their first wave of attack, or a wave of “probing”!

True God cannot release God as if a mortal had lost his eyes.

Together with the purple fog covering the sun, people's sight is also greatly hindered.

“Don't fly too fast, just about ten feet high, let me go through these purple fogs and say,” Oriental Chun commanded.

Others set their minds, but they also flew silently...

“Hoo-hoo...”

More than a hundred people flew silently forward.

The third layer of the Abyss Magic Domain is the limit of the visits of people who once lived in the Nervous Domain.

Some saints have come here, but not through the space passage referred to in the Chinese destiny, and the third level of the magic encountered powerful snipers and eventually had to retreat.

So it's not just the great success of God and Ascension, even some saints have no bottom.

The only thing that reassures the saints is that they can finally be brought back to life by relying on the atlas, even if they unfortunately die in the abyss magic, as long as their atlas do not go wrong, they can finally be brought back to life. This time, following the purity of the Orient, they are also considered "desperate” companions.

Flying through this purple fog for more than an hour.

Even if the crowd deliberately lowered their speed, they went a hundred thousand miles, but they still couldn't get out of the fog.

“Brother Jun, something seems wrong. Are there too many of these little bugs?” Pastoral poles stare.

Oriental stared at the fog, and his eyebrows were slightly groping, "There was something wrong. ”

The number of these little bugs is no longer as large as 100,000 miles.

If they were normal, they would be able to distinguish their position immediately by exodus and diffusion to very distant places.

Now no one can release the god, only one mind can wander...

“I have entered the third level of the Abyss Magic Realm and have not seen this purple fog, Brother Jun, do you think that this purple fog was deliberately arranged by those demons?” Cold Week sank for a moment and said.

Saints are incredibly intelligent characters, and it's easy to think of that.

Their journey was huge and fierce, and the demons could not be unresponsive.

“Mostly so," Oriental nodded purely, his eyes slightly squinting, revealing a slight raging colour.

The demons are powerful, but he would rather face them directly than be so confused.

If the fog is really set by the devil, he must find a way to lure them out.

Thinking of this, Oriental Junjun suddenly said: "Everyone has been traveling for so long, let's get some rest! ”

“Rest now? ”

“Rest in this purple mist. Isn't it dangerous? ”

“Shut up, Jun Dasheng has plans! ”

Some of the great performances are also muttering in the heart.

These people have plenty of strength, so they can fly for years, and now suddenly you can't touch your head again.

Only Oriental Chunjun so ordered, and no one dared to disobey.

So people descended from the air again...

Pastoral bloodshed, the Orient is too clear, hate a few people gathered together, the eyebrows are also full of tension.

This kind of ghost place is actually out of their reach, slightly neglected, and the first thing that falls is these great successes.

Only the saints have no control over the Forbidden Land, where the risks are enormous, but where there are also opportunities that cannot be abandoned.

The next thing people do is wait, and as long as they don't release their consciousness, they'll be safe with this purple bug.

A time…

Two hours…

Ten hours…

Everybody stay quiet.

Stay focused for a long time, but sit still, bored and odorless, even for this powerful group.

And on the other side of the abyss magic...

In the middle of a volatile lava lake, on a raised rock, a creature with reddish skin is squatting.

This creature is just half as tall as a pointy-mouthed monkey, like a strange-looking monkey.

It is also a demon, not as powerful as other demons, but more intelligent.

“Hiss... if they don't move forever, the Phagocyte will probably dissipate," the demon frowned.

Even the devils cannot command these phagocytes.

They brought the Phagocytes here from the fourth floor, but it took a lot of work...

If the "soul food” is not found by the Phagocytes for a long time, it will disperse and return to the soul tundra.

“It's cunning...” the little devil sighed, then lifted one arm and said with that pointy voice: "We can't wait any longer, let's do it in advance. ”