Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

If the information provided by Luo Zheng really allows the exiles to leave the prison, then the dispute with the Xuanyuan family has become insignificant.

This bone tower is a shelter, but who is happy to stay in this ghost place?

The old people want Luo Zheng to become stronger. Naturally, they hope that Luo Zheng can bring them and one day they will really kill the mother world.

"If there is such an opportunity, what is the pain that has been experienced?" Luo Zheng replied with a voice.

The old man smiled a little, "very good," and he said to Yan Yuan: "First let Luo Zheng absorb the bones, and after the physical looting, give him ten **** bones of my family."

"Ten blood and bones?" Yan Yuan was slightly shocked. "Can he withstand it?"

The ten **** bones mentioned here are not ten.

The **** bones are very valuable in the outside world, and they are also valuable in the Qiang people. However, the ethnic groups distribute blood and bones according to the purity of blood, and they can still supply them adequately.

But even the genius of Cheng Wei's five-product blood can only use two copies.

Even if it is purple jade, it is said that only three copies were used when the meat was robbed. Otherwise, the physical fleeing that erupted was too strong and could not bear.

The old man looked at Luo Zheng and smiled: "His body is different from you and me. Although he does not know how he practiced this body, his body is indeed much stronger than ordinary people. Ten copies, he can withstand ""

"it is good!"

Sui Yuan’s one should be accepted.

This old man is the person of his ancestral township. His strength is unfathomable, and his vision is not comparable. In the presence of the old man, he is only obedient.

"I will look at you, they will all look at you," said the old man, and his body was turned into a virtual shadow, gradually dissipating in front of Luo Zheng.

Later, with the levy of Luo Zheng from these warehouses, Luo Zheng saw several cracks. At this moment, the strong breath of the power of the gods is escaping from those cracks.

On the outside of each crack, there are ten people busy with the power of the gods.

After these people refined the power of the gods, they did not absorb them, but they led the power of the gods and poured them into the cracks...

And beside these people, there are piles of abandoned bones, and the power of the wild gods in these wild bones has been refined.

Seeing this scene, Luo Zheng revealed an indissoluble color.

Aside from the sight of Luo Zheng’s look, he explained: “This is a wild cave, and the power of the gods will not escape from it. Cheng Wei, Yu Xue and Tu Bai are practicing here. They need a lot of wild gods. The power, in order to focus on cultivation, is to have someone to help them refine the power of the gods."

"There is still such a thing..." Luo Zheng looked at those people with novelty.

It is not difficult to extract the power of the gods from the bones. It can be done by ordinary people. There may be subtle differences in the techniques, but the gap is always small.

I didn't expect the geniuses of the Shu especially to have such treatment. Even the effort to refine the power of the gods was saved.

When Luo Zheng and Yu Yuan were close, one of them came over and arched his hand toward the arch of the enemy. "Elder Long!"

Xiaoyuan nodded faintly and said: "Wei Cong, let's let the more ink come out, I have new arrangements."

That Wei Cong looked at him with a strange look. His face showed a dim color. At the same time, he quietly looked at Luo Zheng and said: "Elders of the long distance, this is not appropriate. Will there be opinions from the elders?"

This time, Wei Xia and Feng Long were behind, and the Yu Youzu chose another two to replace the battle. One of them was a multi-ink, and he was the son of the elders of the Shu.

During this time, the resources of the Qiang people naturally leaned on them.

Many inks have seized this opportunity, and naturally they are also trying to cultivate. Now, when the elders of the long-distance elders say a word, they must let the more ink come out. People must have opinions.

"Do as I say!" Yan Yuan's face sank.

Where does Wei Cong dare to speak? He is curious about who this young man is next to, and he has never seen this person in the Qiang people. Can he squeeze more ink?

Under the command of Wei Cong, the people on the Nagana Cave stopped to refine the power of the gods, and then entered the depths of the crack.

In the depths of the Na’s Cave, a young man in black is coming out of his knees, constantly absorbing the power of the gods. This young black man is more inky. When he sees Wei Cong coming in, his brow wrinkles and asks: Wei Cong, how did it stop?"

Wei Cong’s face was awkward and he immediately said: “This, the elders of the long-distance said that they would change someone...”

"Change a person?" The face of the multi-ink is sinking, and suddenly he gets up. "Why!"

Wei Cong did not know the specific reasons. He only said: "You go to ask Elder Yuan,..."

There are also five products in the purity of the multi-ink blood, but on the talent he is worse than Cheng Wei and others, and has been suffering from no chance.

This time, Feng Long and Wei Xia died. This opportunity is naturally his turn. I value this hard-won opportunity. I want to be squeezed out of the hole. How will he be willing?

The multi-ink face rushed out of the Nassau Cave and came to the front with a strong dissatisfaction.

"刁远, what do you mean?"

The multi-ink mother elders are not in a low position in the Chiyou nationality, and their strength is slightly stronger than that of the Yu people. They may have a few rituals when they meet on weekdays. At this moment, many people are resentful, and they are calling their names.

Yan Yuan did not expect that the resentment of the multi-ink was so heavy. He said faintly: "My family plans to change, and we need to arrange for others to enter the Nassau Cave to practice."

"Others? There are several people in the Youyou. I don't know. Who is more qualified than me?" The murderous voice slammed into the road, and his eyes fell on Luo Zheng. "You won't say him?" ”

"Exactly," Yan Yuan responded faintly.

"He is a member of my family?" Many eyes swayed up and down the Luo Zheng, he did not remember that there was such a character in the Chiu.

This quarrel suddenly caught the attention of others. In another hole in the wild, Cheng Wei also got out of it. He looked at Luo Zheng not far away, and a smile came up on his face to say hello. Luo Zhengxiong, you are here! No, have you transplanted to my family's blood?"

After returning to the bone tower of the Chiyou family, Cheng Wei confessed the matter to the elders. According to the original plan, it was given to Luo to collect the blood of a Qiang nationality.

The blood of the transplant is far less than that of the innate one, but Luo Zheng itself is strong, which is enough.

It is time to transplant blood, and it is natural that the strange Luo Zheng was sent to Nayong Cave so soon.

"A foreigner who transplanted blood, would like to take me out of the wilderness? Why?" On the side of the multi-ink, I heard the words of Cheng Wei, and I was excited. I said with the face that the competition with Luo Zheng was completely tarnished. His identity.