The public day is set for June 2.

Premise: win in midsummer.

Submitter: All current geniuses, as well as the Central Research Institute of China.

"Either."

Actually Tang Hong has been curious.

A few years ago, I met a natural fairy in the Arctic the next day. Unfortunately, the content of the exchange was unknown.

So does [Sin] communicate with the next genius in the same way as myself? Question-and-answer, alternate questions and answers?

"I mainly want to understand this." Tang Hong stared into the eyes of the next genius.

Yun Yijian, the owner of the belief that broke the space, only saw [Xian] on the third day, and thought that he would not conceal his communication with the natural fairy from Tang Hong the next day.

That's why Tang Hong is here.

Departing from the sea of ​​clouds in Huaguo, the first day of the meeting in the Pacific Theater, then went to the Atlantic Theater to replace Fang Nanzhang and return home.

"Sorry."

才 Only glanced at Tang Hong the next day, and ordered a guest.

Tang Hong glanced at the cotton scarf he wore, with black and white plaid: "We are all human beings, all extraordinary, all geniuses."

Implied meaning, we stand on the same stand.

"Hey."

眯 Narrowed his eyes the next day, and ran his fingertips across the neckline of the stand-up sweater: "Have you ever seen her?"

Before Tang Hong speaks, he said: "Six years ago, during the midsummer catastrophe, she closed her eyes at high altitude to kill the real deities who came to be manifested in a different space. She gave the pilgrims sufficient time ... Three years ago, the midsummer catastrophe, We humans do n’t have her. Hundreds of sages died more than half of them. There are still a few seriously injured. By this year, there are only dozens of sacred people in the world. The situation is unprecedentedly severe! "

"Tang Hong, you don't understand!"

"Why do everyone say that this summer is the biggest catastrophe in history ... because the main force against catastrophe is now much worse than before!"

In recent years, human beings have had breathing time, and the extraordinary world has also flourished. The number of extraordinary people has increased. The number of peak consultants has changed from a dozen to more than 20, which can be regarded as a recuperative life and it is rising.

The saint invaders are quite different.

The last casualties were extremely painful, and today they have not recovered to the level of three years ago.

"The extraordinary dimension has become stronger."

"The sanctification level has weakened."

然而 "However, the core force that decides whether to win or lose in a catastrophe is sanctification." Only the next day, he unrelentingly opened up the dilemma of inaccessibility. The increasingly extraordinary level has not yet developed to the level of supplementary sanctification.

in short.

The high-end combat power enters a period of weakness and lacks the injection of new forces ... There are new forces, but not enough, this is a long blank period.

"I know this."

Tang Hong looked at the impassioned tone of suddenly impassioned second genius: "You ... are you shifting the subject?"

He changed his face as he was performing, and put away his solemnity, and that smile was very bright: "Oh, you found it."

"let's go."

"If there is a midsummer summer this year, we will face new challenges and have a new battle of gods."

try {mad1 ('gad2');} catch (ex) {} ...

The sun was shining brightly, the waves were clear, and the rising and falling water splashed on the feet the next day.

Not far away the seagulls fly.

Behind him is the altar stand.

He unbuttoned his scarf, sat on the ground, and watched the special plane on the horizon go away into a little black spot: "I am more selfish than you. Tang Hong, you asked about God War, I asked about extraordinary genius."

"We are all poor people ..."

"Human."

Speaking to his mouth, he stopped abruptly, and the next day he turned his head and glanced at the altar of the **** who twisted the light.

Like multiple disks, as well as multi-level pagodas, each floor has a large number of windows and giant doors, and I saw those half-cloaked windows and doors pouring out of a **** and a dangerous **** who exudes strong golden light.

The endless divine whispers are echoing.

A variety of magical powers are erupting.

It seems that 霎 time and earth are full of divine power.

"Roar!"

"Roar!" "Roar!"

I ca n’t count the number of gods, one after another, and I can hardly see the number.

Or the flying type, which rises in the air, outlines hundreds of trajectories in the gods that are constantly changing directions in the mid-air; or the strange flower type sneaks into the surface of the earth, and the wet soil rolls like a row of dragons; God is dangerous. God is approaching at a rapid speed, full of oppression, and the heartbeat stops.

All divine power,

All divinity,

All gods,

All of them have one thing in common-their ultimate goal is the second genius, the infinite amount of golden light has completed the confluence where this flesh and blood body is located.

"Get back."

才 Only closed the next day, the horror rose from behind, as if the roar of the true dragon.

After an instant.

The gigantic, pervasive, overlapping breath spreading in all directions was like a turbulent wave that suddenly became static.

All breaths are still!

才 Only one roar the next day!

"Get back."

Booming booming, centered on it, the unimaginable substantial sound wave shock wave swelled away.

Huh! Huh! Huh! A god's body tossed up, struggling, struggling to roll in the air.

Roar! Roar! Roar! There seemed to be a cry from the gods, and there seemed to be a laugh from the gods, swept into the power of the sacred will.

"I laugh, you should laugh."

"I am angry, you should be angry."

才 On the second day, he was carrying his hands. He walked here and there in a leisurely manner, where he passed, stirred up a frenzy, and the silent and infectious emotion was almost like a faint spring rain covering the body of a god.

He slowly understood the cotton scarf.

底 The intense sadness appeared under his eyes.

Uh ...

Boom!

A god's body fell down.

He fell straight at the feet of the next day.

Uh ...

Boom!

Another goddess of flying type killed behind the second genius, but trembled suddenly, and fell instantly.

try {mad1 ('gad2');} catch (ex) {} He fell on the dirt and could not stand up, as if also immersed in boundless sorrow.

Uh ...

Rumble! !!

Countless golden gods fell down.

Some **** bodies are bent to the extreme, and the bursting cracks are still unable to carry the emotional power; some **** bodies are broken on the spot and it is useless, and they ca n’t lift the **** body, let alone perform divine magic; The emotional power of the two geniuses is like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves, and it is also powerful and overbearing without any effort.

Push Jinshan,

Knock down the jade pillar,

The blockbuster falls instantly.

He looked far away, and stood at the center of the second. Surrounded by a silent, conventional, dangerous, dangerous God, all immersed in sorrow.

才 On the next day, I closed my eyes and looked up at the blue sky, slowly spreading my arms: "When I am sad, you must not stand or move, cry or cry."

"Feel what I feel ..."

"I mourn ..."

"You deserve to resonate with me !!!"

There was a click, and there was a crack in the body of the god, followed by a crackling sound of miles and clicks, a continuous, crisp and pleasant movement resounded throughout the world.

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Countless gods burst.

才 On the second day, he was in the center of the broken **** body.

The crumbling cracks, the exploded powder, and a fragmented golden **** body fell to the periphery, all distorted by the force of emotion and exploded, and the golden light of the sky reflected the vicissitudes of the second genius.

Signs of sacrifice: the emotional sublimation, the resonance of the seven emotions!

——

Pacific Theater, somewhere on the island, on the beach.

"I'm going home."

Qi Fang Nanxun looked at Li Xuekong and said, "Tang Hong may be difficult to adapt to guarding the altar of the gods for the first time, so I ask you."

Noisy snoring, nosing, Li Xuekong bent down and took a few deep breaths, he said softly: "How could the God-belief owner not fit ... this is our world, our home."

Like fish into the water.

As the eagle flew into the sky.

其他 For the other saints, sitting on the altar of the gods is a laborious and exhausting task. However, Li Xuekong possesses the belief in slaughtering gods. On the seventh day, Tang Hong is also a comprehensionist of the gods. It is definitely the most wonderful thing in the world to have the opportunity to kill the gods.

Anyway, there will be heavy pressure.

I slaughter God, kill God again and again, I do not know how tired, but only from the inner happiness, happiness, day and night.

Xu said, Li Xuekong crushed the white sand, and his eyes shone with anticipation: "The altar of God is equivalent to our spiritual blessing. This period of time must be an outbreak of Tang Hong's improvement of strength."

"Perhaps."

Fang Nanxi shrugged and looked at the horizon ... Tang Hong arrived.