Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

As usual, the giant corpse spirit Kim Woo is under the control of Tee Joon.

Beneath each other, these spiritual golden woods form a unique maze that traps four people, the Phoenix, sure guess, the Meteorite and the White Pot.

Luo Zheng leaned against Jinwu the corpse spirit, and smiled slightly at Ning Fang far away, Gao Gao Cold.

“…”

A huge sword of heaven flew up, Li Cuxue sat on the sword, gazed at the pile of dead spirit Jinwu, and revealed a hint of speculation and caution in his eyebrows.

Gan Gao Cold glanced at Li Cuxue and stared at the sign not far away. His eyes were full of confusion.

“Rosen, what the hell is going on?” Ning Fangyuan asked.

This thing is evil in every way, and no matter how they guess, they can't guess what medicine is sold in the razor gourd.

“Old Gan, old Ning, will find out later,” replied Luo Zheng.

At this time, a group of flames suddenly erupted inside the dead spirit Jinwu. The flames were divided into two kinds, blue and green. It was obviously Phoenix and True Guess who took the lead.

When this flame flashed, there was a roar of medallion and white pot inside, they probably couldn't figure it out. When the faithful Phoenix would betray the Kim Wu...

“Wow!”

When the two yelled, some of the corpse spirit golden whales also sprayed a blue flame.

At the end of the day, the medallion and white pot are the strongest of the Jinwu clan after the Emperor Jun, and the strength is comparable to that of the mountain master. Even the Phoenix and Doubtful Guess attack is difficult to take down in one breath.

However, the problem becomes much easier when Tee-jun manipulates Kim Woo himself.

The battle inside the Corpse Spirit King Woo lasted only seven or eight breathing hours, and not long after Kung Fu, all Corpse Spirit King Woo started again.

Phoenix and True Guess have put aside.

She was unharmed, and Phoenix's beautiful face was burned in half.

“Are you all right?” Ro asked.

Phoenix reached out her hand and gently brushed her face. Her burning face began to recover quickly. She shook her head: “Nothing bothered me, I was just injured by the flame. ”

Ti Jun herself was the one who accidentally injured her. Naturally, she would not be dissatisfied. Don't say that she burned half her face and killed her. She would not resist.

As for the medallions and white pots, they are just grey-headed, earthy faces and full of pain.

Each of them had an open wound in their chest, and the transformed golden udder blood flowed in from where, until after that painful passage, they floated in the middle of the air and stared straight at Rosen, a very contradictory feeling rising from their hearts.

“Buzz...”

Tijun's fiction floated and gave the order to bow to Luo Zheng again, and the two strong men lowered their heads in contradiction.

Gangao Cold and Ning Fang stared at this scene...

It was like an eighteenth earthquake inside.

What happened to Tijun's fiction?

It can't be Tee-jun's split soul, can it?

If it is Ti Jun's soul, it is indeed the Phoenix, the Stone of the people.

But Tee-jun will help Luo Zheng, help Tai Dai Palace?

There can be no war if it really helps!

The confusion between the two elderly people is conceivable, both realistically and logically impossible.

“…”

Li Cuxue sat on the Sword of Heaven and smiled softly.

She used to think that Luo Zheng was lucky enough to hook up the dead spirit Jinwu, but now she directly hooked up the strong people of the Jinwu ethnic group.

Depending on the circumstances, Luo Zheng intends to bring all the Jin Wu people here?

In front of these Jin Wu people, but enough to fight the existence of the entire Heavenly Palace. If you really bow to Luo Zheng, isn't Luo Zheng's status far superior to that of the ordinary mountain owner, comparable to that of the Eastern Emperor?

There is always a strong vigilance of one genius over the rise of another.

So Luo Zheng did not provoke Li Cuxue, but also in exchange for Li Cuxue's hostility and provocation.

But only a few days later, Li Cuxue found out that she and Luo Zheng did not seem to be at all a level, that this guy's aspirations were not at all in the Sword Place, nor in the Palace of the Day.

“Rosen, can you tell me now?” I prefer to ask far more carefully.

In a short period of time, let the strong Jin Wu people absolutely submit, no one in the whole mother world can do it except Ti Jun, is that true Ti Jun?

In the face of Ning's distant problems, Luo Zheng had some headaches.

Under the battle between the two sides, every breath falls on the strong.

Neither the fall of the people of Heavenly Palace nor the fall of the Jin Wu people is what Luo Zheng wants to see.

It can be seen that Gangcoln and Ning Fang are far apart. If Luo Zheng does not explain clearly, they are afraid that it is difficult to let themselves go.

So Luo Zheng briefly told them that he only used the blood of the Jin Wu people. As for the “Dijun” above his head, he was not a real Dijun...

Such an explanation cannot be interpreted to confuse the old man, but the old man also knows that now that the war is real, since Luo Zheng possesses such an anti-heavenly means, it is natural to compete for seconds.

The two elders intend to be generous and righteous, and now their lives are preserved, and they also see the hope of turning the table over. Everything will be asked later. They are now cooperating with Luo Zheng as best they can.

“Well, whatever means you may have, I am willing and willing to rely on you," Gangao Cold chuckled.

In the face of Gan Gao's cold, Luo Zheng did not react much. He looked down and was attracted to another scene.

Seven giant swordshadows were bombarded wildly on a Kim Wu, and a thunderous explosion erupted.

It was the Qiuyin River that blew out these shadows, and Qiuyin River's opponent was Jinwu's sniffer!

Weiqiao's strength was behind the second place in the close guard. He thought that Qiuyin River's strength was far weaker than Gangao Cold and Ning Fang Fang, and he could easily take it down with his own strength.

Never expected the strength of Autumn Yin River in the Heavenly Festival, enough to rank first!

A heavenly sword fell, the hard part is to scream and scream, you can only step back...

“Boom, boom, boom...”

Under the blast of the sword shadow, the soul that smelled Joe had fallen into fatigue. He had a colour of fear on his face and was only trying to escape.

And Autumn Yin River looked somber and had no intention of letting Joe go.

At this point, Luo Zheng suddenly dropped, but said: "Senior Autumn, take your time! ”

Qiuyin River looked at Luo Zheng and frowned. He could not think of a reason to stop Luo Zheng.

Wenqiao saw Autumn Yin River hesitated to rejoice in her heart. As she was about to flee with her wings uplifted, Phoenix also fell and fell beside Wenqiao.

“Phoenix! Just in time, help me quickly...” Wen Qiao is even happier to see Feng in her heart. Instead of running away, he can join Feng to kill Qiuyin River back here.

But Phoenix never stopped sniffing Joe's words. Her wings were lightly slammed closer to sniffing Joe.

Since the soul of Qiuyin River had been bombarded into fatigue, it had saved her the trouble of her hand, and a red spot on her fingertips had stabbed her towards the smelling joe.