Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

Rosen was very resistant to anything else getting into his mind.

After all, the measure is still in his mind, and if someone else spys on him, he may cause some unnecessary trouble.

As soon as the silk came in, Luo Zheng was slightly surprised and said in his heart: "Nine, five, two, seven, will this thing...”

“Don't panic, it's just a fantasy that the sword created with sword luck forever and sincerely. This thing can't pry into your mind," explains 9527 without losing time, "Besides, the infinite measure in your mind, it's just the delusion of Yu, it's not a big deal to be discovered...”

Even to this day, 9527 has no hope for Fusion Shinto.

Luo Zheng's heart was slightly relieved, the blue silk penetrated his mind and quickly connected to Luo Zheng's soul, then he discovered that everything around him had disappeared.

The Great Swordsman, the rooftop, the view from afar...

What still exists is the sword in front of you, and the disciples of the 13th Academic Palace, as well as the translations in your hands!

“What a fantasy...”

“This sword fortune is eternally true as it is in substance! ”

“No wonder I feel like my head is clearing up a lot in the face of Sun Tian's sword cultivation. ”

Lai Hua Bei and others looked excited, reaching out and gently touching the blue filament in front of his forehead.

Several other disciples of the Academic Palace heard their words from Lai Hua Bei. Their faces were full of disgrace and secretly came to steal whispers.

“The Swordsmanship Palace doesn't know where to find some dirt buns? ”

“It's like watching a sword for the first time...”

“What kind of genius do you expect them to harvest in a garbage dump? ”

“Ignore them, don't waste time! ”

The disciples of the Funeral Sword Palace and the Demonic Sword Palace have held up the translations in their hands, reading the words in their mouths and beginning to read the translations in their hands.

Their voices are bright, one word pops out of their mouths, and they are very smooth...

“Taichu sword land, ancient search for the soul, Zuzhu sword heart, for Hengchang Lane...”

One reads like this, two reads like this, everyone reads at their own speed, so many voices come together to form the noise in their eyes.

Lai Hua Bei also recited with a translation, “Tai, Tai, Tai Chu...”

The true meaning of recitation is already extremely difficult, and Lai Hua Bei is just starting out, plus surrounding sounds, where can we concentrate? I can't read three or four words...

Seeing this scene, Luo Zheng frowned slightly and turned to Qiu Siyuan, “Reading the true meaning, should have chosen a place of purity. Aren't they so noisy that it affects others? ”

Qiu Siyuan shook his head gently. “Brother Luo Xuan didn't know anything about it. The 13th Academic Palace competed with each other. The true meaning of such cultivation was also given by their palace master...”

“How can there be such a strange rule,” Ro frowned slightly.

“What they say is that if they can truly understand, nature's mind is invisible, and they are not influenced by others, the influence is still quite great, I don't know which idiot made the rules,” Qiu Siyuan said, "and look at the sword body of the Great Sword in Heaven, they will also fight each other when practicing the true meaning of the way! We're called Genuine Sword Fights! ”

Looking in the direction indicated by Qiu Xiyuan, Luo Zheng saw a strip of blue converging on a wide sword and a sword pattern attached at the end of the blue silk.

These sword-shaped patterns are big and small, big and how tall one is, and the little ones are just as long as little fingers.

“What do these sword patterns stand for?” Ro asked.

“That's the extent of the true understanding of the way... Look at me, it's the size of the slap, I used to be able to read two or three hundred words, that's why it's so big, Brother Luo Zheng, you are the first to practice sword luck eternal sincerity, right? So only the thumbs are the same size,” explains Autumn.

This sword can only recognize the extent of the eternal sincere practice of Sword Fortune, and although Luo Zheng has completed the natural sincerity of Taoism, it is naturally impossible to show the two distinct sincerity.

Luo Zheng saw the end of the thread that connected him. There was really only one thumb-sized sword pattern. He smiled and said: "Interesting though...”

In addition to him, Lai Hua Bei and others are also small fingers of average size. On the contrary, it is that Liu Ci 'an should have practiced the eternal sincerity of sword luck. It is actually slightly longer than Luo Zheng and they are all to the extent of index fingers.

“So!”

“Soo!”

At this time, the sound of the crossing of gold iron was heard in this recital.

Luo Zheng looked up at the source of the sound, and saw how tall sword-shaped patterns of two or more people on the giant sword of Santian actually attacked each other. It was obviously just a painting, and it actually made a sword collision sound!

In the Palace of the Sword and the Palace of the Demon Sword, one disciple stood up unequivocally.

The silk thread on their foreheads, which connects the two largest sword-shaped patterns, they both look at each other, showing fierce warfare in their eyes, and the sound of their mouths chanting more and more bright!

One said, "The Red Fire Emperor, five yuan revenge, for a thousand miles, will not extinguish the heavens, no..."

Others said, "God is fierce, he is straight, he is not my life, he is not my name...”

“The two guys, one named Qiuyi and one named Yue Baicheng, are the two best disciples of this batch. The two belong to the Funeral Palace and the Demon Sword Palace, and the other belong to the two big families. They have always been the needle sharps who want to step on each other. Each time they both will engage in a sincere sword fight, hey... no one else will be seen by them,” Qiu Siyuan smiled lightly, quite a lonely color in his eyes.

Everyone wants to be the brightest genius, but Qiu Xiyuan also knows that it is difficult to reach that height, except jealousy in the heart is deeply helpless.

“We just have to take it slowly, as long as we don't stop, one footprint at a time, we can always catch up slowly," Rosenberg smiled.

Qiu Siyuan shrugged his shoulders, did not refute Luo Zheng, broke open the translation in his hand, began to recite the sword luck eternal sincerity.

……

……

On the platform.

After the Great Sword opened the Great Battle, he carried his hands and looked at the Great Sword of the heavens.

The palace principals of the Academic Palace also rushed in at this time.

“This group of disciples of the school palace almost all started at the same time, Qiuyi and Moon Baicheng have left others far behind, I'm afraid other disciples have no chance of catching up," said a small woman looking at Sangtian sword, this woman is the master of the upper sword palace, while she said looking at Qiuyi and Moon Baicheng, there is a hint of regret in her eyes, it was her biggest mistake not to include Qiuyi in the sword palace.

“What's wrong with the Sword Palace today? So many people here?” Master Angry Sword Palace asked curiously. He looked around as he spoke. “The guy from Autumn Seung Shui didn't come...”

“What's he doing here? Anyway, these scumbags of the Sword Palace can't play any tricks, and he will never turn around at the Presbyterian Church for the rest of his life,” the master of the Upper Sword Palace smiled coldly.

However, her voice had just fallen, and two shocks had sprung from afar.

This is Autumn Seung Shui and the Autumn Academic Palace.