Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

Lai Hua Bei did not know why Luo Xuan had asked this question, but he knew the murderous name of Hehe, the veteran army ant.

“The chelating army ant is not only its only solo, this little ant is fast, and is not afraid of water fires, it is difficult to destroy it by ordinary means," Lai Hua Bei sighed, “this trouble Brother Luo accompanied, now we turn back, do not commit to throwing your life here. ”

Luo Zheng continued: "If these chelating army ants siege, how many northern Chinese brothers can resist one or two? ”

Lai Hua Bei looked at Luo Zheng with surprise and replied: “Although we have difficulty avoiding these chelating army ants, we can still do it if we reject them... Brother Luo Zheng, what do you mean by that? Is it...”

Luo Zheng's gaze is already on the young man not far away.

The young man still leaned on the wall of the hole, waiting for the group to leave. Naturally, he also heard the words of Rosen. He smiled with a cold smile on his face. “If you want to die, just ask me directly, I can give you a lift...”

The young man's voice had just fallen and Rosenfeld's figure had jumped and flew towards the young man.

When the young man saw that Luo Zheng really dared to rush over, his face laughed even more. He blew a whistle gently, and the chelating army ants hidden in their shape fell like rain points on the walls of the surrounding cave, drilling towards Luo Zheng.

“Brother Luo! ”

Lai Hua Bei saw Xi Hua suddenly terrified, even more insinuating in his heart that Luo Zheng was too impulsive and stupid.

Even if you really want to do it, you should rush past the young man who manipulates the chelator ants with thunder, so slowly fly over, I'm afraid you'll be bitten by the chelator ants in an instant, isn't it looking for death?

Lai Hua Bei naturally does not know the intent of Luo Zheng.

Fearing that a few of them would be unable to resist these chelating army ants, Luo Zheng swung over so big that he naturally led the vast majority of the chelating army ants to himself.

As for the poison of the junkie ants? This is simply not within the ambit of conspiracy.

“Da-da-da-da...”

The chelating army ant landed on Rosenfeld's body, stretching out his jaw into Rosenfeld's skin and injecting them with toxins.

At the moment of the toxin infusion of the Cherokee army ants, the surface of the Rosenberg flesh flickered with a miserable green smell, which spread all over the body in the blink of an eye!

“This chelating army ant can pierce my skin, and the toxin is truly passing so fast...” Luo's eyes flashed slightly.

But the chelating army ants are no longer poisoned, nor can they cause any harm to Rosen.

At the time of the pillage, Luo Zheng suddenly shook the flesh. If it was an ordinary demonic animal, it was enough to shock it into powder. However, the small body of the Cherokee army ants was very strong, and Luo Zheng only shook the ants climbing on his body and did not break them.

The young man still leaned on the wall of the cave and looked at Luo Zheng with his eyes. It was already a dead man's expression. "I've seen fools, I've never seen such fools, and I still look for death like this...”

This young man, who is good at mastering all sorts of strange worms, combined with the natural authenticity of the way he practises, makes it difficult for the vast majority of true gods to cope, and in many cases he kills people invisible.

This time he was ordered only to scare away the waste, and never expected to catch up with a fool in it.

In his eyes, one or two breaths of innervated flesh would paralyze, and then his whole body would collapse and die. He had seen this death too many times.

“Phew…”

Hundreds of miles away, even if the Los Angeles deliberately suppressed the speed, had passed in a moment.

He landed in front of the young man and asked softly, "Are you wondering when I died of poison? ”

Luo Zheng's face emerged with a slight green smell, indicating that the speed of the chelating army ants was raging in his body. He could look at Luo Zheng a dragon tiger, the young man's eyes revealed a slight confusion.

He saw this scene too paradoxical, obviously poisoned, but seemed unaffected by toxins? How is that possible?

“Don't wait, you must have died before me," Luo Zheng smiled slightly, the breath burst out suddenly, the cold light flashed in his hand, a sword jumped in his hand, he had taken the lead in the disaster.

Young people's hearts are filled with doubts. It is also appalling to see Luo Zheng chop himself with a sword.

The green light of his body flashed and disappeared completely into his eyes.

Young people use natural and sincere means of Taoism, which is much more intelligent than Taoism. After all, Taoism has not yet practiced the true method of Taoism.

If the young man stayed hidden in a corner, he could not detect it at all.

But as long as he moves, Isaac's mind always finds a trace!

“Huh!”

The sword was stabbed out, leaving a deep groove on the wall of the hole.

After hiding, the young man had swept deeper into the cave, quickly and cleverly shaped!

Luo Zheng's mouth slightly curled, also provoking the natural sincerity of the Dao Dynasty. His body was like a flying leaf, becoming effortless and spiritual, seemingly purposeless dancing, in fact following the young man's steps closely.

“Soo!”

Luo Zheng dances, swords as he moves.

After each sword, there will be a green light shining in front of him, then he will fly out of the cave for several long distances again, another sword stabbed out...

Every time Luo Zheng stabbed a sword, a golden iron crossing sounded, seemingly stabbed on a solid shield.

The face of Rosen remains calm as ever.

When he stabbed the eighth sword, the interlaced sound of gold disappeared and his sword was nailed to the wall of the hole.

“Buzz...”

A green ray of light floated at the front end of the sword, and the young man's figure appeared quietly.

A huge wormshell in the young man's hand, this extraordinarily sturdy wormshell, blocked Rosenfeld's long sword, but the last sword, Rosenfeld, erupted ninety percent of his strength, penetrating the wormshell directly into the young man's chest.

“You, why don't you fear the poison of the junkie ants?” The young man stared at Rosen's face and asked, with an unacceptable expression.

Rosenfeld's face was green and obviously poisoned, but Rosenfeld was unaffected.

“Not only am I not afraid of chewing on the poison of the army ants, but other poisons are not, you can try the scorpion needle in your hand," Rosenfeld said.

The young man's complexion changed again, and his right hand was pinched by a scorpion tail needle, a scorpion tail needle of the ultimate string poisonous scorpion, which was more poisonous than a veteran army ant and was a means of keeping the young man alive.

Once upon a time, he used this scorpion needle to turn the plate in despair several times to find a way to live. I didn't expect to be broken by the words of Luo Zheng.

In a state of urgency, the young man flipped his right hand slightly, seriously beating the scorpion needle towards Ross.

But this poisonous scorpion needle is not yet near Rosen, the long sword in Rosen's hand gently hangs, a flourishing force has erupted, the entire young man has been shattered by the hanging!

“This cave has a nice view and is really a good place to bury your bones," Rosen shook her head.