Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

The true gods seldom deal with the disputes in the secular world. The true gods who have proved the Shinto in the gods are eager to enter the floating island, hoping to get better resources.

The same is true in the mother world. After the completion of the great perfection, the true gods are all bent on the sea of ​​true will, and hope to set foot on the other side as soon as possible.

But the mother world is a little different from the gods.

The gods of the gods can only survive outside the city of God and cannot form a huge scale.

The gods in the mother world are many times more than the gods. These gods have also formed a country, and there are also strangles, battles, and inheritance of the throne.

The sand country is just one of the countless countries in the vast mother world.

The gods and the people are not mortal after all, even if they are not in the sea, but no matter how physical or endurance, it is not much weaker than the sea of ​​God.

Half a day of hard work, the magic flute has taken Luo Ji with a hundred miles away.

In addition to using the "shelter flute" to open up dust storms, the magic flute is constantly changing the route.

Seeing the move of the Magic Flute, Luo Zheng’s face showed a slight suspicion.

The scenery in the desert is boring and desolate, with almost no iconic scenery around, and the sand dunes will change direction.

Although she can rely on the flute to break through the illusion of space, but what is it to identify the road?

Luo Zheng’s suspicion in his heart has already increased his mind.

He quietly spread the knowledge of the gods, and then reflected the surrounding dune zone into his mind, in order to levy the memory of the present, and to be able to clearly remember all the details around him.

After an hour passed, Luo Zheng’s gaze looked at the sand dune not far away, and the depth of the pupil quietly flashed a trace of color.

"Seven sand dunes, although the position is slightly changed, I should have been here just now!" Luo Zheng thought.

Suspected to be suspicious, Luo Zheng is still quiet, still follow the magic flute, while quietly looking at the guard behind the magic flute.

These guards were full of grim colors, and the knife fell on the back of the team and looked around. It seemed to be guarding against anything...

Another time passed, Luo Zheng once again saw the seven sand dunes, but the seven sand dunes moved some distance.

At this time, the Luo Zheng has probably been confirmed. This woman named Magic Flute is indeed taking her own circle!

I don't know what tricks she is playing...

Under Luo Zheng’s suspicion, there is still no sound.

"Before dark, we should be able to find the sand country, and then we will have trouble with Luo Gongzi," the magic flute put the flute down and said softly, smiled at Luo Zheng, and the face under the veil showed a hint of charm. Smile.

Anyone who sees this smile will have a feeling of sorrow, and Luo Zheng is no exception.

However, after discovering that the magic flute took his own circle, Luo Zheng’s heart was already very vigilant. The words that the former magic flute had said poorly were probably not credible.

After half an hour, Luo Zhengluo saw a grayish yellow wall in the rolling dust, and there was a big city not far from the front!

And the seven sand dunes stand on the side of the sand country.

"This sand country suddenly appeared," Luo Zheng's gaze flashed slightly.

At this time, the magic flute smiled shallowly toward Luo Zheng. "Luo Gongzi, please accompany me into the sand country to help me kill the king. If the magic flute can regain the throne, I will thank the country."

"Okay," Luo Zheng nodded.

He would like to see what the magic flute is playing.

As the group slowly walked toward the gate, Luo Zheng asked as he walked and said: "Since the king of the sand country has taken the throne, why not send people to guard the city? My wall seems to be empty?"

The magic flute thought for a moment, the brow under the veil was slightly wrinkled, and immediately replied: "My royal family has been slaughtered by the king. I think the king thinks that a little woman can't look down on the storm, naturally no need to guard."

"Can I see that there are no other sand people in this sand country?" Luo Zheng asked again.

"Today's wind and sand, the sand people should stay at home. If Luo Gongzi enters it, he can naturally see the sand people," said the magic flute.

In this question, the magic flute has introduced Luo Zheng into the city.

Sure enough, as the magic flute said, there are occasional sand people in the wide streets of the country.

However, the gait of the sand people is very weird, as if dragging their feet on the ground.

Luo Zheng stared at the sand people, and a green luster flashed in his eyes. With the help of the eye-catching spirits, the sand people had revealed their true feelings. It was a statue of sand-studded statues!

"Luo Gongzi, follow me to the palace," the magic flute urged, and the voice became a little more urgent.

However, Luo Zheng is a kind of unhurried look, faintly asked: "A big sand country, so many sand people, do not know what to take to feed?"

The people of God are not warriors. If they are not able to step into the sea of ​​God, they cannot open up the valley. Therefore, the gods of the gods need to plant, and the animals can support themselves.

A big sand country wants to survive in the rolling yellow sand. It is impossible to feed on sand.

"This one……"

Luo Zheng has thrown many questions on the way, and the magic flute has to dig into it.

But this problem, the Magic Flute is difficult to give a reasonable answer.

Luo Zheng immediately smiled. "Is there still no one in this sand country?"

The magic flute and the guards behind her face changed dramatically, but the magic flute still calmly replied: "Is Luo Gongzi laughing? Why is there such a big sand city, no one, I..."

Luo Zheng snorted and his toes stepped on the ground, and a horrible force flooded down.

The sand of the ground is under the surging of power, and it spreads like a dragonfly...

"Brushing..."

The plagues that spread around the Luozheng formed a trend of falling into the sea. The building of the scales in the dust began to collapse, and the sand people also turned into piles of yellow sand.

The magic flute and the guards quickly retreated, and she heard her shouting: "Call the fog! People have brought you! Please show your spirits!"

"Wh..."

At this moment, the winds and sounds of the seven sand dunes that originally stood outside the city seemed to grow like legs and feet, and quickly spread toward Luo Zheng.

While the sand dunes are moving, the surface of the yellow sand constantly shakes off, revealing a thick green vine from the sand dunes, and at the top of the vines, it is a big mouth with sharp fangs and a strange shape. Exaggerated.

"Is this a plant... or a beast?"

Luo Zheng looked at the face of this thing with a little disappointment.

Everything he saw in this desert was fake, but the magic flute and her guards were the gods of true value. These gods were bitterly swindled to lie here because of this so-called " Calling the fog sage?"