Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

One hundred and fifty thousand gods, I am afraid it is the cheapest of these supreme swords.

But this thing is just a scrap! And it is not the magical power of using true meaning!

Yin Yuehuan is not sure whether Luo Zheng can pull out 1.5 million Shenjing, but even if he is out, it is impossible to spend such a large sum of money on it.

Luo Zheng did not hesitate and said: "I am going to have this sword."

"Yep?"

Even the person who guards the true meaning of the sword is slightly confused.

Although the Shenshen sword is created by the East Emperor, the power is indeed not small, but this thing is a residual piece after all, and the fusion is already a recognized dead end, this kid...

"You also merged with Shinto?" asked the voice.

Luo Zheng nodded slightly, "No, just in the way of melting the road has been studied, this is suitable for me."

"Interestingly, if your bones are so shallow, you dare to say that you have studied through the road. Do you know how to integrate several Shinto? Three or five? If you only integrate such a Shinto, I suggest you give up and want to practice. The most basic thing is to integrate five hundred Shintos!"

The God of Swords is also a very strong sword. Even if it is only driven by the Shinto ethics, it can be a battle with the other strong people. If you are immersed in the road, you can have a lot of achievements. .

But if you spend so much time on integrating Shinto, you might as well go to the other side...

When he heard the voice, Luo Zheng raised his hand slightly.

With the continuous integration of the inner world, the energy has already appeared in the hands of Luo Zheng.

"Five hundred doors of Shinto, is that enough?" Luo Zheng asked.

He just merged with five hundred Shintos, and there was not much more.

In fact, it is difficult for others to see at a glance how many oracles of Luo Zhenghe, but looking at the complex and unstable energy of Luo Zheng’s hands, they generally choose to believe.

Yin Yuehuan’s heart was a smile, and the energy that Luo Zheng sacrificed on that day was stronger than today. Her heart was also curious. How many Shintos did this kid practice?

The voice was quite surprised to see this scene. "It is enough, huh, huh... If you want to win this sword, you can naturally."

Luo Zheng nodded, and looked at the sword in the light column with satisfaction.

Then he went to the last beam of light.

The last beam of light is not a sword, but a thin piece of yellow paper!

"This yellow paper..." Luo Zheng stared at it.

Across the light column, Luo Zheng couldn't see what was recorded on the yellow paper. No matter what the sword code, it is impossible to record it on the yellow paper of the palm-sized size.

The voice rang again. "This is the eternal meaning of the sword."

Luo Zheng and Yin Yuehuan at the same time.

The true meaning of the Tao is extremely rare in the realm of the gods, but it is not a rare thing in the mother world. What is the eternal true meaning of the sword recorded on a yellow paper?

"In the Middle Ages, most of the living beings were natural in the practice of the Tao. Only the Eastern Emperor created a sword-shipping school and used the sword to transport the sea of ​​true meaning. It laid the foundation for the Taiyi Palace and established another big orthodox orthodoxy. The Sanskrit recorded in the paper is from the other side..." the voice said.

"The original swordsmanship is eternal and true, not invented by the Emperor of the East..." Yin Yuehuan said.

"Oh, thirteen true meanings are created by the unpredictable creatures. How can we have such wisdom? The outside world is the eternal true meaning of the sword that the emperor invented, but it is only a rumor, but it is indeed The East Emperor brought the true meaning of this road to the world," the voice laughed.

Unpredictable creatures, presumably... should they refer to those creatures on the other side?

Luo Zheng originally thought in the realm of the gods, the creatures in chaos are even more leap-forward, the mother world is even more, now it seems that the judgment at that time is wrong.

The true leap-level creature is probably the invention of Sanskrit, the souls in the depths of the other shore, but now it seems that most people do not even know the existence of these leapfrogs, even if they know, they do not know their true colors.

And 9:527 is definitely part of it, but this guy is not willing to say.

"Where is this yellow paper placed here, what does it mean?" Luo Zheng asked.

"Ten million gods, you can borrow yellow paper for a day," the voice said immediately.

"Crazy..." Yin Yuehuan said in the heart.

Even if this yellow paper is indeed the first true meaning of the sword, can this thing be used? In addition to a little commemorative meaning, who will spend thousands of crystals to borrow?

Luo Zheng heard this offer, but it was also a glimpse. He was not as surprised as Yin Yuehuan. Since people are willing to open this price, I am afraid that there is something to be said about it.

"Oh... When the East Emperor cracked the whole piece of eternal truth, but there is something extra on this yellow paper, all the value is above this extra information, in case anyone can decipher, don't Say ten million gods, one hundred million is worth it," the voice replied.

Yin Yuehuan said: "No one can crack it for so many years. Donghuang himself did not do it. He also expected others to decipher the information. Is this possible?"

"The world is turbulent, everything is possible, but the possibility is very small, the East Emperor will put the yellow paper here, maybe one day can wait for a good person," the voice said.

Luo Zheng looked at this piece of yellow paper, and there were some faint and moving colors in his eyes... But then, Sanskrit, which even the East Emperor could not crack, couldn’t know if Luo Nian could get it?

This is 10 million crystals!

If Luo Nian can't decipher, or the information in it is completely useless, then this million crystals are white flowers.

Although Luo Zheng’s hands are also loaded with Wan Guan’s family wealth, 10 million can’t be counted as a big number, but he has a heavy responsibility, and he can’t arbitrarily sprinkle Shen Jing, he needs to consider it.

At this moment, there was another figure in the doorway of this different space. The figure was far and shouted: "Luo Zheng, are you here?"

Hearing the voice of Ling Frost, Luo Zheng turned his head and responded.

"How did you get to the third floor of the true sword square? The price of these supreme swordsmen here is very dark. If you need it, if you take a fancy, I begged Pingyi to give you a print..." Ling Shuang said.

Yin Yuehuan’s heart was shocked. Can this swordless script be freely printed? Said so light, what is the identity of this girl?

The man who guards the true meaning of the sword is even more annoyed. Seeing that this good business will be smashed, he is angry: "Who is good at me?"

Ling Shuang did not panic and walked along the lines of the ground, and smiled at the empty space. The face full of youthful vitality was naturally beautiful. She said: "Well, Qing Bobo, even Xiaoshuang forgets. Yet?"