Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

For a moment, the yellow dust storm has completely shrouded Luo Zheng.

This dust storm is enough to bring ordinary mortals and livestock to the sky, but there is no threat to Luo Zheng.

The fine grit is like a dense raindrop, but it stays three inches in front of Luo Zheng. An invisible force forms a film to isolate all the gravel.

"The Scorpio City to the north of the desert..."

Looking at the grit of the sky, Luo Zheng showed a bitter smile.

When he first entered the realm, he was alone, and he could only slowly explore it in the realm.

This time, led by Ming Wei, I originally wanted to save a lot of trouble. I didn't expect that the first step in entering the mother world would be gone!

He has moved hundreds of times in this desert of Chiyang. It is conceivable that the area of ​​this desert is very large. Not to mention the weather of the yellow sand, even if it is difficult to distinguish the southeast and northwest.

"It's best to find someone to ask for a while!"

Luo Zheng was only lost for a moment, and he had already converged his mind. After taking a step, the whole person had disappeared at the top of the hill.

Although it was impossible to discern the direction, Luo Zheng tried to move in one direction as much as possible, which would ensure that he left the desert in the shortest possible route.

"Hey..."

Under a big move, Luo Zheng has crossed a distance of 50,000 miles.

The moment of drilling out of the space channel, it is still the sand of Huang Chengcheng flying fast.

Looking at the sandstorm in front of him, Luo Zheng’s face showed a hint of color.

Dust storms are not a rare weather. In the desert, when it encounters windy days, it will roll up sandstorms, but he has not crossed the 50,000-mile distance and still can't get out of this sandstorm. The scope of this dust storm is beyond his imagination.

"The wind intensity in this desert is simply not enough to roll up such a large-scale sandstorm. How did this dust storm blow up?"

Luo Zheng’s brows are slightly stunned, and he can’t think of the mystery. He can only make a big move again.

"Hey..."

He moved seven times in a row, and the total distance was four hundred and a half thousand miles before, but wherever he went, it was still a raging sandstorm.

Unable to determine where you are, after all, people are a little confused.

Luo Zheng no longer moves forward, but changes direction, making a big move toward the sky!

Ming Wei said that the mother world should be like a squashed egg, but this egg is too large, even if Luo Zheng constantly moved up and down, I am afraid I can't touch the top of the mother world.

But under such a big move, he found that things were getting more and more weird.

He moved up three times and reached the height of 150,000 miles. Under the volley, it suddenly turned into a yellow sand.

“Is this dust storm rolled up more than 150,000 miles?”

Luo Zheng did not take this sandstorm as a thing before, and now he realizes the difference.

In desperation, he can only lower the height and fly close to the desert...

This kind of advancement is far less fast than the big move, but it can help him better distinguish the surrounding environment.

After so many speeds, Luo Zheng suddenly saw a bulge under the sand dunes on the left side. These raised objects were covered by gravel and there was nothing in it.

Luo Zheng’s thoughts moved slightly, and a god’s knowledge has spread.

With the knowledge of the gods, there was a hint of joy on his face. The uplifting objects were actually tents, and there were people in the tents!

Luo Zheng did not hesitate, and flew away there.

The sandstorm has been blowing for so long, and these tents have been covered with a thick layer of yellow sand.

Luo Zheng gently waved his hand and cleared the yellow sand outside the tent.

The door of the tent is a curtain made of a thick layer of animal skin. Luo Zheng stretched his hand and gently opened the curtain of the animal skin. Just in the moment he opened, a sharp knife pointed out was facing!

"call!"

The strength of this knife is not small, and it is directly pointing to the chest of Luo Zheng.

Luo Zheng's face is light, his right hand is like a lightning bolt, and **** are pinched on the blade of the sharp knife. This sharp knife can no longer move.

"do not……"

Luo Zheng was just around, and there were several long guns on both sides of the animal skin curtain.

These long guns are all piercing the eyes of Luo Zheng, the door, the chest, the throat, and obviously want to put him to death.

Although Luo Zheng is not afraid of the damage of ordinary swords, he is still annoyed by being treated like this. I saw that Luo Zheng’s hands were dancing like flowers, and all the stabs that had been stabbed to him were captured by Luo.

There are several young men of thin stature standing in the tent. These young men did not expect Luo Zheng to have such strength, and they continued to retreat one by one, while taking out the scimitar at the waist.

But the space in the tent is very small, they can't open it at all, and it's a mess.

"I just passed by here. Why do you want to pull the knife together?" Luo Zheng asked the long guns on the ground and asked coldly.

When I heard Luo Zheng, the young men were slightly stunned.

The head of a young man had a knife on his face. He looked at Luo Zheng’s gaze and revealed a trace of suspicion. He immediately asked, "You, you are not the killer sent by the king?"

Luo Zheng gave a slight sigh of relief, and the other party used the same language to communicate at least smoothly.

The cultural heritage in the gods is not spontaneous, but from the mother world. The language used here is in line with the gods.

"Nature is not, I am just passing by," Luo Zheng replied faintly.

The young men will be suspicious, but they still hold the machete and have no intention of retreating.

Just then, the inner layer of the tent suddenly heard a soft woman voice. "You let him in."

"But the Magic Flute is an adult..." There is a worrying color on the face of the knife.

The soft body came again. "It goes without saying that if he was sent by the king to chase me, all of us are dead."

The woman’s vision is very accurate. With the strength of Luo Zheng, only one palm can be used to make these tents together with the people inside.

The young men heard this and looked at Luo Zheng’s eyes with a little fear. The hand that had just been revealed, they could not be Luo Zheng’s opponent.

As the young men let go, Luo Zhengcai found that these tents had an aisle between each other.

He followed the aisle that heard the sound, and a faint scent suddenly came, and there was a veiled woman in this tent.

Underneath the thin veil, it is a slightly rounded face. The woman's eye socket is deeper. Although she can't talk about the country, she doesn't have an exotic flavor.

"You are a stranger, mistakenly enter this red desert?" The woman guessed the origin of Luo Zheng in one sentence.