One Man’s Power

"The specific time?"

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

In the cabin, through the string window, the saint Wu II quietly watched the sea of ​​clouds churning.

In the vast sky, the sun is shining brightly, layers of white clouds are mighty, and the weather is myriad, reflecting the strong sun's rays.

Looking at it at a glance, it gives people a magnificent feeling of infinite heaven and earth.

"It seems that we can only wait for the Central Research Institute to calculate the specific time...it's better to be in May. If June comes, it will be a bit troublesome." Compared with a few years ago, Wu Ershi's figure and face are obviously much thinner.

It is very easy to suppress divinity.

A transcendent person sublimates his sensibility and breaks the limit of willpower for the fourth time, that is, he becomes a saint.

Saints are usually not attached to one of the seven emotions.

Going forward together and comprehending everything, that is the pinnacle of becoming a saint.

However, suppressing the expansion of the altar of gods and facing the endless gods at the same time is really stressful... You must know that the gods near the altar of gods call it the deified stage, which is three points stronger than the heyday, which is quite tricky.

Sanctified people get tired and sometimes worry.

"well."

Wu Ershi is not afraid of bleeding or tiredness, but he is afraid of getting old: "I am forty-eight or ninety-nine this year. The saint Li Xuekong, the owner of the belief in slaughtering gods in the Pacific theater, is already in his fifties, and his lifespan is coming to an end. Two months... If our group of old guys leave, what will happen to the altar of many gods, and what will happen to the arrival of gods from different spaces."

Every time I think of this... Rao is a sage, Wu Ershi also has distress.

Bitter is short-lived.

What bothers me is what are those gods from different spaces, what is their background, and why do they look like that?

"This disaster is over."

"But... next time."

"Do you want our saints to return to the country to guard?"

After pondering for a long time, Wu Ershi unfastened the seat belt on the seat, went to the toilet in the cabin, and washed his face, which was slightly vicissitudes, feeling a faint coolness. Although the pilgrims broke through the fourth limit of the human body, the control of the facial skin can be described as meticulous, the strength penetrates the body and hair, there is no dust at all, let alone sweating and oily, and the face is still clean without washing for a year or two, but washing the face Washing your hair is a habit that you have developed since childhood.

These habits have long been integrated into his instinct.

After washing, shaking off the drops of water, Wu II felt that his thinking was a little clearer, his spirit was refreshed, and his eyes were shining brightly.

Tick, tick, drops of water splashed on the sink.

He raised his head and looked in the mirror, seeming to examine it carefully.

His square face has a few wrinkles, bumps in childhood, scars and pits in youth, a little rough, a little realistic... He doesn't like the crystal clear face like glass and jade, so he adjusted some by himself, otherwise the saint The skin on the body surface is like a gem.

After looking in the mirror, Wu II bowed his head, and dialed the next day's communication: "Is there any progress in the test plan of the altar of God, can it be torn?"

"All failed."

The deep voice came out the next day, as if the sea was vast and calm: "Take some time and let Tang Hong try."

Wu Ershi picked up a towel to wipe his face, and the scene of Tang Hong's broken arms and legs still being brutal flashed in front of his eyes, as if a demon king from the depths of hell was born, pressing the god of disaster to the bottom of the Yellow River, and beating and killing him extremely powerfully.

At that scene, Wu II was a little terrified.

Wu Ershi was not afraid, he was worried... Tang Hong, who integrated his beliefs, seemed to be on the verge of losing his mind.

Hope nothing goes wrong.

It is the first case in the world that the fusion of two beliefs is rare. Without experience and guidance, Tang Hong has no support from fellow travelers, and it is easy to go astray.

Fortunately, Dr. Sang stayed in the country, and Wu II felt a little relieved.

Wu Ershi said in a deep voice: "Then, will they interfere with this catastrophe in midsummer this year?"

It sounds the same as His, but it means something very different.

The concept is different, the tone is different, and it was only the next day that the sage Wu II was talking about "immortal".

The second day genius: "In the past catastrophes, it has always been a bystander." The second day talent is the first person in history to meet and communicate with a natural fairy, but he never mentions the content of the communication.

Wu Ershi said in a deep voice: "I'm talking about whether there will be another natural fairy."

"You ask me, I'll ask who to go to." The next day, he hung up after saying a few words.

"Why."

Wu Ershi glanced at the phone screen, and then at the vicissitudes of life in the mirror.

He doesn't understand.

Assuming that [immortal] is absolutely neutral—is it not afraid of the coming of real gods? Or does it not care about the divine breath covering the world?

Since [Xian] originated from ancient times.

A long time ago, why did the gods who once came to this world retreat? Wu Ershi wished he could grab a "celestial being" and pry out all the information in its head.

"Damn it."

Wu Ershi stretched out his left palm, lightly pressed it against the surface of the mirror splashed with a little water, and walked out of the bathroom after a long time.

The mirror leaves a fingerprint with sweat stains.

Fingerprints are clearly visible.

...

Atlantic theater.

on a large island.

The holy man Li Xuekong bent down and laughed, and nodded Fang Nanxun with his finger: "The vision is so accurate, Tang Hong has the power to become a holy warrior in less than a year. I remember that it took a year and a half for the first day."

Listening to Fang Nanxun's narration of the origin of everything, Li Xuekong only found it funny that the original Tang Hong was a passing young man who happened to see Shenzhan.

Fang Nanxun wiped out the cigarette butts with his fingers, squeezed his chin and said, "A normal sage may not be able to kill a god of disaster in a weak stage, but he must be uninjured, and he will not be injured by bleeding. Tang Hong is powerful, but not strong enough. So There is no way to go down."

The saints are all-round tyrannical. In contrast, Tang Hong is relatively extreme. Strong returns to strong, but his weaknesses are particularly obvious.

If it weren't for the promotion of the ultimate god, or without the two elements of becoming a saint, it would be useless for Tang Hong to comprehend the fusion of beliefs. Every ultimate fetish is a priceless treasure, regardless of whether there is a second copy. Even if there is, there is not enough time now, and there must be an interval of at least half a year between taking the ultimate fetish.

"correct."

Li Xuekong changed the topic: "What is the belief of Tang Hong's fusion, wait for Tang Hong to wake up and ask."

Li Xuekong bent his waist, turned his head sideways, and looked at the endless blue sea.

The other side.

There was a noble golden light in Fang Nanxun's eyes.

"pity."

"The god of disaster doesn't leave the vicinity of the altar of the god easily." Fang Nanxun felt a little regretful.

Standing near the altar is the god of disaster in the deification stage, and it is difficult to kill him even if he is a genius.

And leave the vicinity of the altar of God...

As long as it is not a special type of disaster god, most of them can be killed if the two saints work together.

"Transcendental to holy is the explosive period of our human beings." Fang Nanxun knew in his heart that a normal consultant level has the ability to kill a regular god, and a normal saintly person is evenly matched with a disaster god. There is a dangerous level in between, the extraordinary level. To sublimate to become a saint, to pass this level directly.

In short.

According to the rising curve of the extraordinary system, becoming a saint is the breaking point.

Thinking in this way, rubbing his chin, Fang Nanxun's eyes fell on the few lines of small words below the briefing.

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

When the disaster struck, nearly 20 consultant-level people died or were seriously injured and left the scene. On the seventh day, they reversed the situation with their own strength, dismantled the altar, and killed the disaster-level gods.

Only a few people saw the few lines of fine print at the bottom of the briefing and the content of the post... On the seventh day, the godslayer suffered serious internal injuries, his willpower was suspected to be exhausted, and he fell into a coma.

...

Two disasters happened on the same day, the country of Hua was successfully defended, and the continent of Western Europe failed.

The otherworldly world at the international level stirs up an uproar.

"The seventh genius of the Hua Kingdom?"

"I remember that he only really manifested the mark of genius in the last two months. How long has it been? In less than two months, he was able to kill a god of disaster. The god of disaster is still a disaster in the weak stage!" Extraordinary people from all major war zones flocked. I was taken aback.

The last time, the seventh day became famous, probably in late January.

It is now late March.

This felt like a blink of an eye, Tang Hong became a saint with a single movement, without any hindrance.

This is very magical, as if the roc was born out of the sky and flew high into the sky, straight into the sky: "I don't know which theater Tang Hong plans to join."

"Tang Hong hasn't woken up yet!"

"He was seriously injured."

"What should we do in Western Europe, and there is an urgent need for saints to come and sit in the city." Compared with the good news in the country, more people are paying attention to the disasters in Western Europe, and the situation is showing signs of collapse.

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

Different space cracks accommodate higher gods...

God's altar expands divine breath...

But all kinds of inferences have not happened after all.

In the past ten years, when Transcendence was born and the battle of blocking was in full swing, it is possible that no one has said, "This battle of gods has basically seen no adverse effects on the real world, and no ordinary people have suffered any casualties due to gods." .

The good times are over.

Disaster strikes can be called a huge turning point.

3.27 Disaster struck, the number of casualties on an island somewhere in the Western European continent: 129 people were killed, 357 people were missing, and more than a thousand people 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 from the extraordinary world.

Hundreds of gods gather at the altar of the gods.

Hundreds of thousands of people were evacuated.

Public opinion on social media and other networks exploded directly.

——

time flies.

a.

There were birds chirping outside the window, spring was warm and flowers were blooming. Tang Hong woke up from his deep sleep.

"Well."

Tang Hong thought about it, checked himself, and was surprised to find that all the injuries on his body had healed.

He glanced at the electronic watch on the wall, and the date showed April 3rd, only a week had passed... When did the treatment speed of the Type 19 equipment become so fast, Tang Hong thought it would take at least half a month.

With a movement of the corner of his eyes, Tang Hong glanced away, and Dr. Sang looked tired, sleeping on the opposite bed with his body sideways.

There are two or three extraordinary people in the room, either sitting in meditation, or bowing their heads to read books, listen to music and watch movies.

The sun shone into the room and fell on the quilt, and the fresh and clean air blew through the bright room: "Another altar of the gods was broken, and I killed the god of disaster at the bottom of the Yellow River." Tang Hong recalled the vagueness before he fell into a coma. In my impression, the mighty river flowed eastward, and the loess on the north bank collapsed. Tang Hong was deeply impressed by the complicated face of the saint Wu II before he fell into a coma.

It was rare to be quiet at this time.

No one spoke and no one moved.

Tang Hong thought for a while, pursed his lips, and covered himself with a thin quilt.

"Why is the doctor here?"

"Oops, during the time I was in a coma... what did he do to me?" Tang Hong looked at the ceiling, lost in thought for a moment.

After a while.

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

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

"PhD."

Tang Hong asked the question hidden in his heart: "The words omniscient and omnipotent and the supreme life body...do you know what they mean?"

finished speaking.

There was a silence.

Dr. Sang turned over in an instant, sat up straight, and looked at Tang Hong in astonishment.