"The specific time?"

"Whether it's May or June? It's not clear yet ... Okay, okay, then I know."

In the cabin, through the window, the sage Wu Wushi watched the sea of ​​clouds quietly.

Broad sky, bright sunshine, layers of white clouds, numerous weather, refracting the strong sun rays.

Glancing at a glance, it gives a sense of infinite grandness.

"It seems that I can only wait for the Central Institute to figure out the specific time ... It is best in May, if June comes, it will be a bit troublesome." Wu Zhishi's face is significantly thinner than a few years ago.

Suppressing divinity is easy.

The transcendental sublimates emotionally and breaks the fourth limit of willpower.

The saints are usually not attached to one of the seven emotions.

He went hand in hand and realized that it was the peak of sacredness.

However, suppressing the expansion of the altar of the gods, while facing the endless deities, is really stressful ... you must know that the deities near the altar of the gods call it the deification stage, which is more difficult than the three-pointer of the heyday.

The sacrifices to the saints are tired and sometimes worrying.

"Ugh."

Wu Xieshi is not afraid of bleeding or fatigue, but he is afraid of aging: "I am forty-eight years old this year. Li Xuekong, the owner of the God of Belief in the Pacific Theater, and sage, Li Xuekong, is more than 50 years old and is about to end his life. Two months ... If our old group of guys are gone, what will happen to the altars of many gods, and how to deal with the arrival of alien space gods? "

I often think of it here ... Rao is a saint, and Wu Zhenshi also has troubles.

Bitter is short life.

What worries me is what are those alien space gods, what is it, and why does it look like that?

"This disaster is over."

"But ... next time."

"Do we want the Holy One to return home and defend it?"

After groaning for a long time, Wu Yanshi unfastened the seat belt on the seat, walked to the cabin toilet, washed his slightly vicissitudes, and felt a little cool. Although the sage breaks the fourth human limit, the control of the facial skin is meticulous, and the hair is penetrated through the body, there is no dust at all, and it does not sweat and oil. It is still clean without washing your face for one or two years, but you wash your face Washing hair is a life habit developed from an early age.

These habits have long been integrated into his instinct.

After washes, he shook water drops, Wu Yishi felt a little clearer, his spirit was refreshed, and his eyes were shining.

Tick, tick, a drop of water splashed on the sink.

He looked up and looked in the mirror, as if looking closely.

His square face had a small amount of wrinkles. He bumped in his childhood. In his youth, all the scars and pits were all rough, slightly realistic ... He didn't like the glazed jade face, and adjusted it himself, otherwise he was a saint. Body skin is like a gem.

He looked into the mirror, Wu Shishi bowed his head, and then dialed the communication of the second genius: "Has the altar test plan progressed, can it be torn?"

"All failed."

The low voice of the second genius came out, as if the sea was vast and calm: "Take time for Tang Hong to try."

Wu Wuzheng took up a towel and wiped his face, and the picture of Tang Hong's broken arm and broken leg still brutal flashed in front of him, as if the devil in the depths of **** was born, pressing the **** of disaster on the bottom of the Yellow River and killing it with absolute strength.

In that scene, there was a dim sum in Wu Zhishi.

Wu Wuxi is not afraid. He is worried ... Tang Hong, who is fused with beliefs, seems to be on the verge of being out of control.

Hope nothing goes wrong.

的 The rare situation where the two major beliefs are merged is still the first in the world. Without experience and guidance, Tang Hong has no support from people on the same road, and it is easy to go wrong.

Fortunately, Dr. Sang stayed in China, Wu Yishi was a little relieved.

"Then, will they interfere with this catastrophe this summer?"

It sounds the same as His, but it represents something quite different.

try {mad1 (\ 'gad2 \');} catch (ex) {} concept is different, tone is different, only the next day I heard that the enshrined Wu Wushi was saying [仙].

The second genius: "The previous catastrophes have always been bystanders." The second genius was the first person in history to meet and interact with the natural fairy, but he never said anything about the communication.

Wu Wushi Shi Shen said: "I'm talking about whether there will be another natural fairy."

"You ask me, I ask who to go." The next day, he said a few words and then hung up.

"Hey."

Wu Wuyi Shi glanced at the screen of his mobile phone, and looked at the vicissitudes face in the mirror.

He didn't understand.

Suppose [Immortal] is absolutely neutral-does it not fear the arrival of a real deity? Or that it doesn't care that God's breath envelopes the world?

Since the immortal comes from ancient times.

Why did the gods who once came to this world recede a long time ago, Wu Shishi hated not being able to grab a [immortal] and pry out all the information in its head.

"Damn."

武 贰 世 stretched out his left palm and gently stuck it on the mirror surface splashed with a small amount of water. He walked out of the bathroom for a long time.

The mirror surface left a fingerprint with sweat stains.

Fingerprints are clear and checkable.

Uh ...

Atlantic Theater.

上 on a large island.

Li Xuekong, the sage-entering man, bent over and laughed. Fang Nanxuan nodded with his fingers. "His vision is correct. Tang Hong has entered the sacred force in less than a year. I remember that it took only a year and a half on the first day."

Listening to Fang Nanxun's story about all its origins, Li Xuekong only felt funny, the original Tang Hong was actually a young man passing by by chance when he saw the battle of God.

Fang Nanxun rubbed his cigarette with his finger and squeezed his chin. "A normal sage may not be able to kill a debilitating **** of weakness, but it must be harmless, so that he won't bleed. Tang Hong is powerful, but his foundation is not enough. It's not the way to go. "

The saints who entered the sage were totally domineering. By contrast, Tang Hong was relatively extreme, strong and strong, but his weakness was particularly obvious.

If it is not for the ultimate fetish ascension, or if there are no two elements of sanctification, Tang Hong realizes that the fusion of beliefs is useless. Every ultimate fetish is priceless, with or without a second copy. Even if there is, the time is not enough now, taking the ultimate fetish at least six months apart.

"correct."

雪 Li Xuekong turned away from the topic: "What is Tang Hong's belief in fusion, wait for Tang Hong to wake up and ask."

雪 Li Xuekong bent down, turned his head to the side, and looked at the endless blue sea.

The other side.

Fang Nan 底 the noble golden light flowing under the eyes.

"It's a pity."

"The calamity **** does not easily leave the area near the altar of the god." Fang Nanxuan was a little regretful.

I was near the altar, which was a disaster God during the deification period, and it was difficult for a genius to go into the Holy to kill him.

He left near the altar of God ...

As long as it is not a special type of disaster god, the two pilgrims work together to kill most of them.

"Extraordinary to sanctification is an outbreak of our humanity." Fang Nanxun knew clearly-the normal advisor level is capable of killing a regular god, and the normal sanctifier is equal to the calamity god, with a dangerous level, extraordinary Sublime to sanctification, and take this level directly to the past.

In short.

According to the rising curve of the extraordinary system, sanctification is the flashpoint.

想 Thinking like this, rubbing his chin, Fang Nan 洵 's gaze fell on the lines of small print below the briefing again.

Most people only see the good news they want to see.

灾难 When the disaster came, nearly twenty consultants or sacrifice or severe injuries left the scene, and on the seventh day, they reversed strongly, disintegrating the altar, and killing the disaster-level deities.

Only a few people saw the small lines below the briefing and at the bottom of the post ... On the seventh day, the visceral injury of the **** was extremely serious, his willpower was suspected to be exhausted, and he was unconscious.

Uh ...

灾难 Two disasters happened on the same day, China successfully defended it, and Western Europe failed.

try {mad1 (\ 'gad2 \');} catch (ex) {} The extraordinary world at the international level has caused a stir.

"The seventh genius of Hua Kingdom?"

"I remember that he only really manifested the genius mark in the last two months. How long has it been? In less than two months, he has been able to kill a disaster god. The disaster **** in the weak stage is still a disaster!" Startled.

Last time, it became famous on the seventh day, probably in late January.

It is now late March.

This feels like a blink of an eye. Tang Hong is sanctified as soon as he shakes, without any hindrance.

This is very magical, as if the born bird was flying high and flying straight into the Nine Clouds: "I don't know which battle zone Tang Hong is going to join."

"Tang Hong is not awake yet!"

"He is seriously injured."

"What to do in the Western European continent, and there is an urgent need for the sages to sit in the past." Compared to the good news in the country, more people are watching the disaster in the Western European continent, and the situation has a little sign of collapse.

The negative factors of the surprise invasion of space gods have not been revealed.

Amazing space cracks accommodate higher deities ...

God's altar expands the breath ...

But all kinds of inferences have not yet happened.

In more than ten years, the days of extraordinary birth and the full spread of the battle of resistance have probably not been raised by people: 'To this day, the divine warfare basically cannot see the bad impact on the real world, nor do ordinary people suffer any casualties due to oracles.' .

The good days are over.

The advent of disaster is a huge turning point.

3.27 The number of casualties on the island of the western European continent: 129 people were killed, 357 were missing, and more than 1,000 were injured. And this is only the first day of casualty statistics. The number of casualties is still increasing, and the casualties are no longer an extraordinary world.

Hundreds of deities meet the god's altar.

Emergency evacuation of 100,000 people.

网络 Social media such as social media has exploded directly.

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time flies.

one week later.

There were birds crying outside the window, and the spring blossomed, and Tang Hong awoke from his deep sleep.

"唔 ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Tang Hong moved his thoughts, inspected himself, and was surprised to find that the injuries healed.

He glanced at the electronic watch hanging on the wall, the date showed April 3, only a week later ... When did the nineteen-type device become so fast, Tang Hong thought it would take at least half a month.

As soon as the corner of his eyes moved, Tang Hong and Yu Guang swept away. Dr. Sang was tired, leaned on his side, and slept on the opposite floor.

还有 In the room, there are two or three people who are extraordinary, or sit in meditation, or read a book, listen to music, or watch a movie.

The sun shone into the room, fell on the quilt, and the clean and clean air blew through the bright room: "The altar of the **** was broken again, and I killed the disaster **** at the bottom of the Yellow River." Tang Hong recalled the blur before the coma. Impressions, the river was flowing eastward, and the loess on the north bank collapsed. Before the coma, the complicated face of the enshrined Wuxi impressed Tang Hong.

At this time, it is rare to be quiet.

No one speaks.

Tang Hong thought about it, pouted his mouth, and covered it with a thin and light quilt.

怎么 "Why is the doctor here?"

糟糕 "Oops, I was in a coma during this time ... what did he do to me." Tang Hong looked at the ceiling and lost his thoughts for a while.

After a while.

Tang Hong noticed that Dr. Sang of the opposite shop rubbed his tired eyes twice and woke up.

Both lay on their backs, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"Doctor."

Tang Hong asked the question hidden in his heart: "The two words omnipotent and supreme being ... do you know what it means?"

Slang is complete.

I was silent for a moment.

Dr. Sang Sang turned over instantly, sat up directly, and looked at Tang Hong in amazement.