Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

Oriental floating island...

In a delicate palace, a strand of incense rises in a straight line.

When that roaring sound sounded, Oriental greeting rose.

She looked up at the sky and revealed her serious concerns.

The Hormen Alliance people have been in the abyss magic for so long, no news has come back.

But the roar came back with a bad news that a saint had fallen, and it was a real death, and there was no chance of resurrection.

Are you the saint of the Hormen League?

If so, who is it?

Even the saints have fallen, what about the husband...

Oriental greeted Qingtong feeling restless and walked back and forth in small steps in the palace.

Soon she made up her mind to go outside the palace.

In another palace in the Oriental family...

Several elders of the Oriental family have arranged a legal formation.

In the center of this array there is a giant chessboard with a big drum standing in the chessboard.

When the elders activated the law, the drums also made a "knock knock knock knock.”

The sound of this drum corresponds remotely to the roaring sound in the sky, which thunderbolts every time it “bursts”.

And there's a little piece of chess on the board that keeps jumping...

The atlas of the saints are distributed in different directions, depending on the direction in which the sound is coming from, through which they are able to locate which atlas collapses.

“Da...”

Every time that big drum beats, the little chess pieces jump gently on the board.

This piece moves little by little toward the top right!

The elders of the Oriental family looked at the direction in which the small flag jumped, each face covered with an ominous colour.

“Is it…” one of the elders speculated.

But half of what he said was denied by another old man, "No way! No saint falls, it's not our Holy Emperor's turn! ”

“You're right, the Holy Emperor is vast, far beyond the ordinary saint, how could he have fallen,” another old man shook his head.

But this little piece jumped, jumped, and still leaped steadfastly toward the top right.

Everyone's face is getting ugly.

“Perhaps the Xuan Yue family's battle is endless," another old man said.

“Yes! Most of them are infinite! ”

Battleless atlas, distributed in the westernmost direction, marked on the chessboard, is the right-most, if the little chess pieces cross the Oriental pure atlas distribution position, then it must be Battleless.

This is the last hope……

But as you all know, that's not much hope.

War infinity has not entered the abyss magic, the whole Xuan Moon family and the Temple of War have been extremely low key all these years, who can take the life of war infinity?

And their holy emperor led the magic of the abyss of holy warfare, and that ghost place could really be anything.

Eventually, the little chess piece came unstoppable to the top right of the board and never moved a step to the right.

Every time the sky buzzes, the drums snap, and the little pieces snap onto the board.

“Dah, dah, dah...”

Looking at the jumping piece, two old men collapsed on the floor.

“This, this…” another middle-aged man mumbled, no longer knowing how to deal with the matter.

Only a slightly younger true god rushed out of the palace, roaring madly: “The Holy King has collapsed! ”

“The Holy Emperor has collapsed...”

The true god conveyed this message in every corner of the floating island.

Halfway along the way, Oriental Yingqing heard the cry of the true god. Her face was faint and her legs were soft and she sat on the ground.

This is probably the last news that Oriental Green would like to hear.

Even Oriental Junjun has fallen, who can protect her husband?

“No way, what's broken is the map of the Holy Emperor? ”

“Why! Our Holy King is the strongest, not him! ”

“Rumors, nonsense...”

Most of the Oriental disciples were reluctant to believe that fact.

They are also well aware that the Oriental family, as the head of the Huomen Alliance, has been pressuring the Swordsmen and the Xuanmei family. There are many sinners. Once the largest fulcrum of Oriental Jun disappears, the Oriental family building will be overthrown!

Even if the Oriental family is on Fusang Shenmi, there is still a vast heritage...

Ultimately, however, it is only an inheritance, and no one can fill the void of Oriental purity in a short time.

If the rest of the house goes down, they'll know what happens!

Such things cannot be concealed at all.

In fact, at the first moment when the shattered vibrations of the atlas were transmitted, the Great Gates were speculating on the location of the collapse of the atlas and quickly came to a conclusion.

“It's the Oriental family...”

“Ha-ha-ha, for Christ's sake, this damn old Oriental thief has finally fallen! ”

“What to do, lose the Oriental asylum, our status...”

Those who are blessed, those who are lost, those who are blessed and happy...

On the other hand, Oriental Jun's atlas experienced an unprecedented catastrophe.

Oriental Chunjun once managed his own atlas very well!

Other saints are more than just the power of Oriental Jun himself. If he wages a war on the Atlantic, I'm afraid no saint in the divine domain dares to go on.

Three thousand three hundred races, nine Brahma, thirteen stars...

There are also countless geniuses among these secondary creatures, some of whom, even when stepping on the divine domain, do not give way, but there is no room for resistance in the face of the great robbery of the collapse of the atlas, even though their eyes are filled with dissatisfaction and confusion.

The stars fell, the great realm collapsed, countless deaths and injuries...

It is also the sadness of the secondary life.

……

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In the Whirlpool Forest...

Woo Taibai stood in the courtyard and looked up to the sky.

The Mighty Spirit, pure and unmistakable, with Aunt Nine and others all staring at him.

“Rumbling, rumbling...”

He puts his fingers on the pinch and looks like a loser.

As each roar sounds, his gesture changes to look highly unpredictable.

Long...

A fine light flashed in his eyes.

“What do you say?” No illusion asked first.

The Atlantic Ocean is crumbling. The most important concern for the Purity and Mighty Spirit is his master Gu Bei.

Although the whereabouts of Master is unknown, as long as Xiangan Yu is safe, at least it means that Master is still alive.

Yu revealed a slight doubt in her white eyes. She seemed to suspect that she had miscalculated. She pinched her finger and tested it again before saying: “The sound came from the northwest, and the collapsed atlas belonged to the... Oriental purity. ”

“Oriental Junjun is dead?” The Mighty Spirit opened his mouth.

He knew exactly what that meant, "Even the atlas collapsed, and he was dead! ”

The opportunity to regenerate is also due to the great expanse of the woods and their existence, which are still functioning intact.

With Aunt Jiu's mouth slightly open and her face full of consternation, after all, the news was too shocking.