Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

There is not much time to supply Oriental thinking.

Hundreds of thousands of chills have now become dispersed, and even a significant part of them have sunk, after being drawn to the Oriental jungle.

There is a turbulent cold air everywhere, just a short stop in the air and dozens, if not hundreds, of chills come and go!

Whatever doubts he has in his heart, get rid of Luo Zheng before talking.

“Bullshit! ”

Oriental Junjun approached Luo as he turned toward him, his hands suddenly spreading.

One black, one white, two breaths like two dragons, circled out of his body and turned into a flood towards Luo Zheng.

This flood covers a very wide area!

Even if Luo Xuan read the fire of Oriental pure memories and knew his thoughts in advance, his speed would still not be able to escape this flood in advance.

“Wow...”

Seeing the flood, Rosen's face was slightly heavier.

“Huh!”

As he retreated quickly, his sword was in his hand and his eyes filled with cold colors.

“Meltdown energy! ”

“Chop...”

Nowadays Luo Zheng faces Oriental Jun and can only be singled out for loneliness.

Unfortunately, he cannot be turned into thousands of gods of desolation, and those chills are spraying cold air in all directions. If they turn into giants, they will soon be frozen into giant ice sculptures!

But his sword was not cut out, and suddenly a slim figure descended above him, blocking him.

After all, this woman was free from those cold attacks.

When she saw Rosen in danger, she had no hesitation at all, and the power of primitive fear in her palms quickly condensed into a long sword.

“Break!”

The woman's eyes opened, the energy on the surface of the sword surged wildly. This sword is like a recalcitrant stone in the heart of the river, separating the raging Yin and Yang floods...

“My people, you want to kill them too? ”

The woman stood behind the brown sword and said to Oriental Chunjun.

Oriental Jun's face was slightly heavier, and the necessary blow was destroyed by this woman!

Just as he was planning to do it again, there suddenly appeared a thick yin and yang chaotic sincerity below...

“Huh!”

A Yin and Yang flood circled towards him, and it was the Oriental Pure Jun's replica that struck!

The strength of this replicator is no different from that of Oriental Jun himself. The replicator is fully committed, and Oriental Jun must also fully deal with it!

Oriental Junjun can only film a Yin and Yang flood downward...

While the two Orientals were struggling, the woman said to Rosen: "Let's go down! ”

“Huh!”

Then Rosen's hand was dragged by the woman and dived down.

As she descended with the sign, there were six or seven replicas of the saints hovering around to protect them.

The woman's long black haired whistle danced, gently wiggling on Rosenfeld's face.

Luo Zheng has always regarded this woman as a violent killer, but she is always behind her back and a little moved in her heart.

Does her blood really matter to her?

……

……

Everyone at the bottom of this ice volcano is repeating two things, avoiding the chaos of the cold and crushing them.

These chills are incredibly fragile in their own right. Only those chills are extremely lethal, so handling them is extremely troublesome...

“Shh!”

A sharp sword flashed through and seven or eight chills were cut in half.

After Huatian ordered the sword, he suddenly slipped on the wall of the hole, and instantly avoided the cold air that struck him in three directions.

That's when he saw the woman and Rosen rushing up and down.

The two of them are in a situation where they cannot help themselves. The eyes of Luo Zheng and Hua Tian Ming are just micro-connections, and there is no other exchange.

In such chaos, a number of people died in the cold, and an ice sculpture fell over the nest, crushing the separation.

“It's foolish to let them break through the nest and not die so many people!” The woman's face shows a hint of helplessness.

According to her opinion, it is to drive Oriental Junjun to break through the nest, first into the nest, then she leads the sacred replicator to enter immediately afterwards, but Oriental Junjun brings in most of the cold at a critical time, leading everyone into a mixed war...

The woman said she grabbed the nest suddenly.

“Click...”

This huge “hive” ripped open more than a dozen cracks.

The woman said, “The cold here will be reborn. If you want to fight here, everyone will die here. If you don't want to die, you can come with me! ”

Women's voices are not loud, but they are clearly heard by all.

The gaze of the saint, Ascension and the Great Successful True Gods looked down smoothly, and indeed, as she said, within those hexagonal lattices, a chill quickly condensed and flew out of the lattice.

“No wonder… I said the district has a million chills, why kill them all the time. ”

“These things can be reborn...”

Though the number of millions of chills is large, the saints present, the power of the sub-saints is not weak. If these chills are concentrated, they kill thousands, or even tens of thousands of chills without a word.

But they have killed so many chills, and the number is certainly not small.

The woman said, "The reproduction bodies of the saints each performed their own tricks and flew towards the bottom.

Even Oriental Jun's replica broke away from the battle, arching his hand towards Oriental Jun himself, walking down...

“Let's go in," the woman said, dragging Luo Zheng into the crack.

The reproductions of the saints followed.

Chen Huangjie will naturally not stay on top of it. As he saw Luo Zheng dragged down by a woman, he also flushed down with him.

The people of the Haut-Men Alliance continue to travel between the cold, but most of them have stopped killing the cold, and their eyes have gathered on Oriental Purity.

In fact, a lot of people's thoughts are to get the hell out of this place!

Too many people died...

The saint is dead, the Great Success God is dead, and Ascension has fallen a lot.

Now it's easy to get rid of that woman and come back in time.