Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

For a moment, Huang Meng's sand and dust storm has completely overshadowed Luo Qing.

This sandstorm is enough to roll ordinary mortals and livestock up into the sky, but it poses no threat to Rozon.

The finely crushed gravel strikes like a dense rainfall point toward Luo Xin, but stays three inches in front of Luo Xin, and an invisible force forms a film to isolate all the gravel.

“Heavenly City north of the desert...”

Looking at the flying gravel, Rose revealed a bitter smile.

When he first stepped into the Divine Domain, he was alone and could only be slowly explored in the Divine Domain without being guided.

This time, Ming Wei led the team, I wanted to save a lot of trouble, I didn't expect to break away in the first step into the mother world!

He has moved hundreds of times around the Red Yang desert, you can imagine the vast area of the desert, let alone the weather in the yellow sand, even the Mile Clear Sky sign is difficult to distinguish northeast from west.

“It's best to find someone for a while! ”

Without a moment of confusion, the mind had converged, and after a gentle step, the whole person had disappeared at the top of the hill.

Though it is impossible to discern the direction, Rosen attempts to move as far as possible in one direction, which ensures that he leaves the desert on the shortest route.

“Buzz...”

Under a major shift, the Rozon has crossed 50,000 miles.

The moment you drill out of the space passage, the yellow sand still flies over you.

Looking at the dust storm in front of him, Rosenfeld's face revealed a slight discoloration.

Sandstorms are not rare weather, and winds in the desert can roll up sandstorms, but he has crossed 50,000 miles and is still unable to get out of the sandstorm, which is beyond his imagination.

“The wind in this desert is not strong enough to roll up a sandstorm of this magnitude. How did this sandstorm come to be scratched? ”

Luo Zheng's eyebrows shrugged and could not think of the mystery, and could only move again.

“Buzz...”

Seven times in a row, he travelled a total of 450,000 miles, but the sandstorms were still raging everywhere.

The inability to determine where you are ultimately causes some panic.

Instead of moving forward, Rozon is moving in a different direction, toward the sky!

Ming Wei said that the mother world should be like a crushed egg, but the egg is too big to touch the top of the mother world, even if the sign moves up and down.

But as he moved up and down, he found things getting weird.

He moved up three times and reached a height of 150,000 miles, rising above the sky and suddenly already rolling over the yellow sand.

“This sandstorm rolled up over 150,000 miles? ”

Rosen didn't take this sandstorm seriously before, and now he realizes the weirdness.

Helpless, he could only lower his altitude and fly close to the desert...

Naturally, it's not as fast as moving, but it helps him better distinguish the surrounding environment.

After so many hours of flying, Luo Xuan suddenly sees a bulge under the sand dunes on the left, covered with gravel, and can't see what's in it.

Luo Zheng's thoughts moved slightly, and a god spread out.

With the divine discovery, a glimmer of joy appeared on his face. The bulging objects were actually a tent, and there were people inside!

Without hesitation, Rosen flew that way.

Sandstorms have been scratching for so long, these tents have already covered a thick layer of yellow sand.

Rosen waved gently and swept away the yellow sand outside the tent.

The door of the tent was sewn by a thick layer of animal leather, and Luo Zheng reached out and gently lifted the animal leather door curtain. At the moment he lifted it, a snowy sharp knife had been stabbed in the face!

“Whoo!”

This knife is quite powerful, pointing straight at the chest of the sign.

Rosenfeld's face was faint, his right hand seemed like lightning, and his two fingers had been pinched to the edge of the sharp knife, which could no longer move in the slightest.

“Don't …”

Just next to Rosen, several more spears came straight from both sides of the curtain.

These long guns were stabbed in Rosen's eyes, face door, chest, throat, apparently trying to put him to death.

Though Luo Zheng had no fear of the injuries of an ordinary sword, he was still a little angry that he had been treated like this. He saw Rosen's hands dancing like flowers, and all the guns that stabbed him were seized by Rosen.

A few skinny young men stood in the tent, unexpectedly so powerful that Luo Zheng backed away one by one, pulling out the crooked knife between his waist.

But the space in the tent was so small that they could not be deployed at all, and the time was so chaotic.

“I'm just passing by. Why are you pulling knives against each other?” Rosen asked coldly throwing those rifles on the ground.

When they heard Rosen's words, the young men were slightly stunned.

A young man headed by a scar on his face, looking at Rosen's eyes revealing a hint of suspicion, asked him, “Are you not a killer sent by the king? ”

Luo Zheng took a slight breath of relief and the other spoken the same language, at least able to communicate smoothly.

Cultural heritage in the divine domain is not spontaneous, but comes from the mother world, where the language is inherited from the divine domain.

“Naturally not, I'm just passing by,” replied Rosenfeld.

The young men will be suspicious, but they still hold the machete tight and have no intention of giving in.

At this point, a soft female voice suddenly appeared in the inner layer of the tent, "Let him come in. ”

“But Lord Magic Flute...” Scar has a worrying color on his face.

The soft body came again, "Needless to say, if he was really sent by the king to hunt me down, all of us would be dead. ”

The woman had a very accurate view, and Isaac's strength required only one hand to photograph these tents, along with the people inside, into ashes.

When those young men heard this, they looked at Rosen with a little more fear, and the hand that had just appeared, they could not have been the opponent of Rosen.

As the young men stepped aside, Luo Xuan discovered that these tents had a corridor between them.

He followed the hallway where the voice came from, a faint scent pounding his nose, and there was a veiled woman in the tent.

Beneath this thin veil is a slightly rounded little face. The woman's eyesore is deep and her face can't talk about the country, but there is no exotic flavor.

“Your Eminence is an outsider, did you go into the Red Yang Desert?” A woman can guess the origins of Rosen in a single sentence.