Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

“The others of the Purple Clouds? ”

Luo Zheng thought carefully.

“Yes!”

There was some anxiety in the murky voice.

“They should all be dead,” Rosenfeld answered expressionlessly.

“Bullshit! ”

Ziyun's fighting power does not rank among the many races on the other shore, but one advantage is its freedom of movement within immortal paintings.

No matter what happens on the first page, it is impossible to die of the Ziyun people.

“Brother Luo Xuan, how could someone die on the first page?” He also asked.

“Yes, I've never heard of anyone who would die on the first page," there were several other spiritual attachments beside them.

Looking at the spirits on the other side, Luo Zheng responded faintly: "If you don't believe me, why ask me? ”

“Looks like you don't have to do anything, you're not going to talk properly," Wu Shao has no patience.

Ziyun people and Luo Zheng have a few cups on the bronze ground. The people of Ziyun such as Wu Zheng did not intend to let go of Luo Zheng.

But the immortality of the Ziyun clan was also foolish after Yuanling clan fire appeared.

If the Ziyun people really killed Luo Zheng in the immortal painting roll, look at the attitude of Fire will probably not let them go, so before the Ulu and others enter the immortal painting roll, the Elder Hu of the Ziyun people once again admonished him not to do anything against Luo Zheng.

Wushuang was jealous of Luo Zheng. Although there were warnings from Elder Hu, it is now necessary to make this guy suffer.

Watching the oscillations begin to approach themselves, Ross raised his hands slightly and made a cautionary gesture.

Nor did Luo Zheng intend to relax the Purple Clouds, but he has not yet figured out the mechanism of immortal painting rolls, and naturally he will not be tormented here.

This wandering plan is not ambiguous.

At this time, the second living spirit on the other shore appeared, a Samui.

This Samui was lucky enough to survive the slaughter of the wormwood.

“Are you all right? ”

Though he survived, the Sanmei, like Rosen, saw a cluster of black on the first page, and the torn corpse of the wormwood frightened him quite a bit.

“It's a sword! I am naturally fine, why do you ask..." It is a pleasure to see my family first, and a surprise to hear the sword.

Actually, he doesn't know Rosen. He doesn't think Rosen would lie.

But the purple clouds on the first page are all dead, which is too exaggerated.

Now the sword starts to care about its own safety, which means that something must have happened on the first page of the immortal painting volume.

Wu Shang also stopped and stared at the sword.

“In the first industry, there was a wormwood, and there was more than one, a lot of them. Many people died, and Chico was also meteorized...” Sword said with some sadness.

“What!”

The rest of the shore, including the swings, was in shock.

A maggot is powerful and terrifying, and many maggots mean something that they know very well.

Now they believe that Luo Zheng did not lie...

"What about me, the Purple Clouds? ”

The sword shook its head, "I don't know, I saw the bodies of three purple clouds along the way. ”

“Three…”

I felt my strength dissipate for a moment.

This time, the Ziyun sent a total of five people, who were directly killed by the wormwood, and the remaining one is probably less violent.

As such, other spiritual thoughts on the other shore are similar...

After the sword entered this circular platform, successive other shore spirits entered here, bringing more news on the first page, naturally also verifying the words of Luo Zheng and the sword.

The loss of life on the other side of the first page, which culminated in the convergence of more than 40 spirits on a circular platform, is far lower than in the past.

The atmosphere on this circular platform is a bit heavy because there are too many dead people.

Apart from simple communication, most are silent.

There was such a crisis on the first page, and on the second page it could only be more horrible, and I'm afraid it would be very difficult for them to get back alive.

A strange sound of sand rang from people's ears.

In front of this circular platform, suddenly there was an extra thin line, which kept dancing and turned into a door.

“This door... is not painted live, is it?” Rosen was speechless for a while.

“There is indeed this speculation,” Yuan Tianzhen agreed.

The form of immortal scrolls is extremely special. Whether the scrolls themselves are in chaos or in a world of granularity is inconclusive. As for who draws the lines, they are even more vain.

And in the unobservable space of Rosen, a giant pen is constantly being outlined on the second page of the immortal drawing volume.

After drawing that door, the pen continues to stretch upwards, drawing a narrow and long road that stretches upwards and upwards for a distance, connecting to another area, which is also a maze of lines.

“Don't be so troublesome, just draw a path straight through the unfailing maze," the crying face in space warned.

“Wouldn't it be better to just pull him off the scroll and send him directly?” Smiley asked back.

“Wouldn't that be too much...” Crying face hesitated, but it did consider the possibility.

Smiley smile: “We've done so much as pen writers. If we help him directly, the consequences are immeasurable. If you want, I won't! ”

Smiling faces and crying faces are two independent souls of the same living spirit, and their clans are identical, and this dialogue can also be seen as a contradiction in the heart of a lonely pen writer.

“If he dies halfway, won't he give up?” The crying face asked uncomfortably.

“Eighteen inscriptions are printed all around us. If we fail, it means that our lives are like this, no wonder others,” said the smiling face.

The pen extends up again, gradually integrating into the top layer of the immortal scroll, where there is a black swirl, and from the perspective of this space, a white light point can be found deep inside the swirl.

This black whirlpool is the "third page" that appears in a flat sky, white from the flat sky, but black from the immortal scroll.

When the pen writer drew the line on the black whirlpool, the line was pulled towards the whirlpool as if it could be dragged, and the circular platform at the bottom began to rotate slowly, from which the door also opened.

“The door is open...”

“I'm not going in this time. ”

“Now that we're on the second page, let's go down with our scalps! ”

The first page has killed so many people that some of the spirits on the other side are very hesitant.

This immortal scroll is so evil, why not wait on this platform, the time will naturally be kicked out by immortal scrolls.

Since these spirits can cross the City of Souls and enter the Bone Robbery, their own hearts and talents are strong, most of the spirits on the other shore still choose to drill into the portrayed door.