Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

“Master?” Rosen's eyebrows fluttered slightly, then he said his judgment, "Are you made by the devils? ”

“Demons...” the illusion sign shook his head, “Those guys are still working for our owners, how could I have made them? ”

“So you were created by man?” Rosen smiled slightly.

And the illusion sign is hey hey smile, "Don't use this little trick, I was made, but I have all of you... so even if it replaces your presence in the divine domain, it's not impossible. ”

Upon hearing this, Rosen's face was slightly heavier.

Although I don't know who the so-called owner of the illusion is...

If you really crash into the abyss, with this guy in front of you, there is a real possibility that God will unwittingly replace himself.

Naturally, Luo Xuan would not allow this to happen, and the killing machine in his eyes appeared quietly again.

“It doesn't make sense,” continued the illusion sign: "Even if you have the body of the desert god, more powerful than my counterfeit, but you can't really kill me, the master wants to duplicate you, it won't take much effort to persuade you not to waste your strength, just wait here! ”

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Above the Plains of Despair...

One of the shepherds' Ascension toes gently.

“Wow! ”

Under a strand of golden light staggered, a giant golden long bow was melted.

Seeing this Ascension's body flip suddenly, he pulled the long golden bow open with his body!

“Huh!”

A string of red gold arrows solidified constantly on the bowstring.

The golden arrow is like a peacock open screen, forming a fan, and squeezing a long bowstring full of them!

“Boom!”

As the bowstring makes a blast.

Hundreds of golden lights radiate towards the sky...

Every brilliant golden light erupts with horrific power, as if these arrows were eye-catching and with extraordinary precision.

Those giant birds in the sky fly in the smoke, and every time they show up, they throw out a heavy lightning bolt.

“Pfft, pfft...”

The golden arrows fired by the sub-saint, turned into an elongated golden thread that instantly penetrated the giant birds in the sky!

“Yo...”

These giant birds fell from the sky only in time for one mourning.

This battle on the plain of despair, after the initial glue, the Saints' advantage began to expand rapidly.

The abyss demons are many, but they are not their opponents. Not to mention, this batch of great success and true power of the Haut-Men Alliance is unusual, so this stage of battle is basically crushed.

Not only are Abyss demons, but even those demons, as well as demonic lords, are far from rivals to sub-saints and even saints.

These saints are only half as powerful as they are to clean up these demons!

If it's the most stressful ring, it's the Oriental Chunjun side!

As one of the four great demons, the power to absorb faith is vastly greater than that of ordinary demons.

Even when the Oriental Jun himself suppressed it, the forces of terror erupted.

Turned into a fireman, Tang Lun floating in the air gasping, his body was completely melted by the flames, the fire was shining and bright, but now it looks much darker, but his crusty figure still secretly dissipates an unyielding hegemony.

Pastoral sea poles are no better than there. At this moment, his beard spreads, standing halfway in the sky, his eyes glowing with a dark green light, and he has no perfect spot all over him.

But as a saint, this wound can be healed in an instant, only at this moment he has no time to think about it.

By contrast, the situation in Oriental Chunjun is much better.

He still looks like the light wind of the clouds, with a smile on his face, with one hand behind his back, and the other hand turned into an eagle claw, slaughtering against the great demon not far away.

“I'm not going to kill you,” said Oriental, bluntly, “we can totally sit down and talk! ”

The creatures of the Forbidden Land are immortal.

But once the killing has fallen, his strength will plummet, and his position within the demon clan will be equally unsecured, and it is likely that other demons will replace him!

The conditions of Oriental Jun are very tempting.

Since these saints cannot be resisted, it is good to sit down and negotiate peace. After all, the saints came to take control of the abyss magic, not to purge the demonic clan.

The massive carnage was fraught with eye-catching scars, especially on the left leg, which exposed Sensen's white bones, unable to support his body, and the carnage could only be knelt on one knee.

But the face of the slaughter did not have the slightest bitterness. When it heard Oriental purity, it was a laugh, "Hahahaha... if a few divine epochs in advance, there might be this possibility! It's impossible now...”

“Why!” asked Oriental Junjun.

Instead of answering the words of Oriental Jun, the slaughter shook his head and stretched out his palm and slammed it into his chest.

In the heart of the slaughter lies a giant crystal, which is the strength of the demons to absorb faith day and night, and the greater the strength of this crystal.

“The crystal burst! ”

At this moment, the sound of crystal shattering came from the pure ears of the Orient.

A powerful energy, the madness of self-inflicted body agglomerates, while Oriental purity senses the instability of this energy!

“Back off! Come on!”

Oriental Chunjun opens his mouth and hurries. There are few Oriental Chunjun rushes hidden in his voice!

Tang Lun and Pastoral Sea Pole instantly realized the harshness in front of them!

“Go!”

“Back off! ”

“Pfft...”

As the two saints retreated, they also used the True Yuan pronunciation to inform everyone on the Plain of Despair.

Despite the overwhelming victory of the Haut-Men Alliance, there were still a number of sub-saints and great successes in the struggle, and when they received the true eunuchs of the two saints, a shock suddenly appeared at the end of the despair plain.

A terrible amount of energy has been blown away from the slaughtered body.

That bursting brown energy turned into a horrible energy drain, rushing from the end of the desperate plain.

Oriental Junjun stands alone in front of this energy fiercely.

He let Donald and Mahjong leave, but instead of choosing to back off himself, he put his hands together.

Black-and-white, Yin Yang Qi diffuses from his hands!

“Cut it out! ”

“Brush...”

The brown energy rushed wildly toward the Oriental Jun, but only a few dozen lengths away, and was blocked by an invisible wall!

At that time, Oriental purity was like a dam lying at the end of a desperate plain. It was actually a wave of energy formed by self-destruct, intercepting as many as possible on one side!