Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

“This guy from Heavenly Palace is amazing...”

“One man dragged a bunch of bears! ”

“If I were you, I'd be gone by now. ”

The heterosexuals were talking.

Nine of the women stood in the distance and watched the scene quietly.

“If people from the bear clan are in trouble with the temple, shouldn't we do it?” A crisp voice came.

“Never mind… don't forget our purpose,” said another woman.

If the mother world were to be divided into three major factions, the Laishan women should have stood by the Heavenly Palace, except that the relationship of alliance between the two communities had not been revealed, and the Laishan did not want to cause too much trouble, and they chose to stand idly by.

Martyrdom is still flying back.

After the eight soul swords secretly attacked his hand, under the control of martyrdom, they broke off directly and turned into dozens of pieces of debris to fly in all directions, while martyrdom left the other shore again.

“Shit, here we go again! ”

“Pay attention to those pieces! ”

“In case this kid returns to the other shore, these pieces are really unprotected! ”

People with bears all bite their teeth off.

This martyrdom completely broke the eight soul swords and distributed them in an area.

If the Bears continue their pursuit, they must be alerted to the location of the fragments at all times, so that those tribes are not too afraid to move indiscriminately.

“Nobody dares to fool me like that! ”

In Ji's eyes, these sorrowful martyrs are nothing but small means.

He turned a blind eye to the fragments that were scattered around him and rushed towards the point where he was martyred off the shore.

Ji's purple glow flashed and a fine blade floated in his hand.

As long as he waits to be martyred again, he will surely slaughter him!

Tiangong disciples fled with Phoenix, other heterosexuals also stared at the bear clan, and other disciples of the bear clan also stood in place, while Ji Yan waited immobilized and focused.

A breath…

Three breaths…

Ten breaths…

“Come out! Bastard!”

Ji Yanqi scolded.

Looks like martyrdom isn't going to answer the other side.

Heavenly Palace...

On a mountain, a long-haired sad martyr sat in the middle of the palace, dressed in a dirty robe with a bearded face and a slightly dirty appearance.

But the mood for martyrdom seemed good, with an easy-going smile on his face.

Next to martyrdom, another suddenly opened his eyes.

“Brother Cold, isn't the boy gone yet?” Grieving martyrdom.

Cold Master shrugged his shoulder, “No, don't go in there. I saw him yell like crazy. If you go in there, I'm afraid you'll have to kill you. ”

“Just wait for your news," martyred patting the cold brother on the shoulder, the cold brother's eyes closed, the sincere breath spread and returned to the other shore.

The first time the same method was used was strangely effective, the second time it would be greatly discounted. Although Nancy was reckless, she was not a fool after all, and of course, martyrdom would not return to the other side casually.

Cold brother went to the temple with him, just after the conflict, he killed Cold brother to hide beside him, anyway, the Bear clan could not confirm whether Cold brother is a Temple disciple.

As for Cold Brother moving in and out of the other shore, although this is a strange move, who will focus on him?

Realizing that there was no point in waiting here, Ji Yan finally understood what he should do.

“What are you still doing here! ”

“Get that woman back! ”

Ji roared and took the lead in pursuing him. As long as he grabbed Phoenix, whatever this sad martyrdom was, it made no sense.

The Bear clan also felt that martyrdom would not return, and each inspired the power of the soul to follow Ji Yan.

Just as Ji Yan had left, Cold Brother had quietly left the other shore.

After being reminded of the martyrdom, he returned to the other shore.

“Buzz...”

The fragments of the broken sword naturally emerge.

“Pfft...”

Once again, all the debris lashes past the sun souls of the Bears.

But this time the Bears were under guard, and the effect was a huge discount, hitting only three people, and the debris didn't do them any good.

Ji suddenly stopped, turned around, and breathed a long breath, "Little wisdom is little wisdom, as long as someone caught a handle, there will never be a chance to get away. ”

"What do you mean?" martyred, controlling the reduction of the broken sword fragments. ”

“This time I see how you can get off the other shore," Ji returned for a stroll, looking perfectly indulgent, as if martyrdom had turned into fish meat on an anvil board.

“Look under his feet! ”

“Gandhi has arranged the spirits! ”

“I don't have to see it. He's going to be in bad luck. ”

Under interracial discourse, he martyred his consciousness and looked down.

At his feet, he laid a layer of blue tangled silk, which naturally straddled his feet as he returned to the other shore.

The sad martyr revealed a slight bitter smile, should have missed this detail when Cold Brother entered and left the shore, or is it not careful enough...

Ji Yan did not give too much time to mourn. After he slowly walked a few steps, the whole person jumped up and flew over to mourn, while the rest of the Bears flew towards Ji.

As for the Shennong clan, although the Jinwu and others did not really do it, they were also stuck in the back.

He can't leave the shore. It's desperate. Where's the way back?

Even in the face of such despair, the martyred state of mind remained calm, and under the eight souls sword dance, the hardliners dragged some of the Bears.

But Ji directly bypassed the long swords of the soul and martyred with a fine blade.

The hands of martyrdom have been turned into swords. Without arms, how can he be Ji Yan's opponent?

He had no choice but to move his feet and dodge them constantly.

After a few retreats, Ji finally grabbed an empty stop and suddenly the thin edge of her hand emitted a bloody light, chopping it off towards her sad head.

Though I don't know what this fine blade of blood means, if it is cut off, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold the sun's soul.

Some of the heathen heathens shook their heads, and they had anticipated the tragedy of martyrdom, which was also a pity in their hearts.

At this point, a little star ray came from itself.

“Ding!”

With a crisp sound, a soul sword circled in the air and returned to the chest of a human woman.

The soul sword is definitely a cream.

After Song Feiyu left the shore, he really complained, causing Ling Frost a lot of trouble.

But Ling Frost walked alone and went back to the other shore.

I didn't expect to see the scene where the disciple of Tiangong and the Bears were killed just after entering the other shore.

How can Ling Frost bear to be killed by Ji when she sees sadness? Finally chose to do it.