One Man’s Power

The public date is scheduled for June 2nd.

Major premise: Midsummer wins.

Proposed by: All current geniuses, and Huaguo Central Research Institute.

"Also."

In fact, Tang Hong has always been curious.

A few years ago, I met a natural fairy in the Arctic range the next day, but unfortunately no one knew the content of the exchange.

So [Xian] communicates with the second genius in the same way as himself? Question and answer, take turns asking and answering?

"I mainly want to understand this." Tang Hong stared into the eyes of the second genius.

The owner of a belief in cutting through different spaces, the third day just because both of them have seen [immortal], they think that the second day will not hide from Tang Hong the content of his communication with the natural fairy.

That's why Tang Hong made this trip.

Departing from Huaguo Yunhai, first went to the Pacific theater to meet for the next day, and then went to the Atlantic theater to replace Fang Nanxun and return to China.

"Feel sorry."

On the second day, he glanced at Tang Hong and issued the order to evict the guest.

Tang Hong glanced at the pure cotton scarf he was wearing, with black and white checks: "We are all human, we are all extraordinary, and we are all geniuses."

In other words, we are on the same page.

"Hey."

It was only the next day that I narrowed my eyes and ran across the collar of the stand-up sweater with my fingertips: "Have you seen her?"

Before Tang Hong could open his mouth, he said: "Six years ago in the midsummer catastrophe, she closed her eyes at high altitude and fought against the real gods who manifested in a different space. She bought enough time for the saints... We human beings do not have her, more than half of the hundreds of saints died, and several of the rest were seriously injured and died. This year, there are only a few dozen saints in the world, and the situation is unprecedentedly severe!"

"Tang Hong, you don't understand at all!"

"Why does everyone say that this midsummer is the biggest catastrophe in history... because the main force against the catastrophe is not as good as before!!"

In recent years, human beings have had time to breathe, and the extraordinary world has become more and more prosperous. The number of extraordinary people has increased, and the number of peak advisors has changed from a dozen to twenty, which can be called recuperating and rising steadily.

The saints are quite different.

The last casualty was extremely painful, and it has not recovered to the level it was three years ago.

"The extraordinary level has become stronger."

"The holy level has become weaker."

"However, the core force that determines the outcome of a catastrophe is becoming a saint." It was only the next day that he mercilessly uncovered the incomplete predicament, and the increasingly powerful extraordinary level had not yet developed to the extent of supplementing becoming a saint.

in short.

The high-end combat power has entered a period of decline, lacking the injection of new forces... There are also new forces, but not enough, this is a long blank period.

"I know that."

Looking at Tang Hong's imposing tone, he was suddenly impassioned the next day: "You... are you changing the subject?"

He seemed to be changing his face in a performance, put away his seriousness, and his smile was very bright: "Oh, I was discovered by you."

"let's go."

"If there is a future in midsummer this year, we will face new challenges, a brand new battle of the gods."

...

The sun was shining brightly, the waves were clear, and the rising and falling water splashed at the feet of the next day.

Seagulls fly not far away.

Behind him stands an altar.

He untied his collar, sat on the ground, and watched the private plane in the sky go away and turned into a small black spot: "I am a little more selfish than you. Tang Hong, you are asking about the battle of gods, and I am asking about extraordinary geniuses."

"We are all poor people..."

"People."

The words came to an abrupt end, and it was only the next day that he turned his head and glanced at the Altar of God, which distorted the light.

Like multiple disks, and like a multi-layered pagoda, each floor has a large number of windows and giant doors, and from those half-covered windows and doors, there are regular gods and dangerous gods with strong golden light all over their bodies.

Endless sacred whispers echoed.

All kinds of magical powers are erupting.

It seems that in an instant, the sky and the earth are filled with the divine power of shining gold.

"Roar!"

"Roar!" "Roar!"

Countless divine bodies came, one after another, and the number could hardly be discerned.

Or the vacant type, soaring into the sky, and the gods who are constantly changing directions in mid-air outline thousands of trajectories; or the strange flower type dives into the surface of the earth, and the wet soil is rolling and surging like a swimming dragon; or the human-shaped regular The gods are dangerous and the gods are approaching at such a speed that they are full of oppressive force, making one's heart stop.

all the power,

all magic,

all gods,

All have one thing in common—their ultimate goal is the second genius, and the immeasurable golden light has completed the confluence at the place where this flesh and blood body is.

"Get back."

On the second day, he closed his eyes and mouth, and a terrifying aura slowly rose from behind, like the roar of a real dragon.

Moments later.

The mighty and pervasive superimposed divine aura spreading in all directions is like a raging wave that suddenly becomes static.

All breaths are still!

The next day there was a roar!

"Get back."

Boom boom boom, with it as the center, the unimaginable substantive sonic strength shock wave rolled away.

Boom! Boom! Boom! A god body was thrown up without any struggle, flew into the air, and rolled helplessly in the air.

Roar! Roar! Roar! It seems that there are gods crying, and there seems to be gods laughing in the air, and the willpower of the sanctification is swept away.

"I laugh, you should laugh."

"I'm angry, you should be angry."

On the second day, he walked here with his hands behind his back, as if strolling in the garden, and wherever he passed, he aroused a frenzy, and the silent emotional appeal was almost as moist as the soft and silent spring rain enveloped a god's body.

He untied the cotton scarf slowly.

There was an intense sadness in his eyes.

...

Boom!

A divine body fell down.

He fell straight at the feet of the genius the next day.

...

Boom!

Another divine body of the flying type reached the back of the second genius, but it trembled suddenly and fell down in an instant.

He fell on the soil and couldn't get up, as if he was also immersed in boundless sorrow.

...

Rumble! !

Countless golden gods fell down.

Some gods were bent to the extreme, cracks burst out and still couldn't bear the power of emotions; Two days later, the emotional power is like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, it is destructive, domineering and effortless.

Push Jinshan,

inverted jade pillar,

A large piece fell down in an instant.

Looking from a distance, the second station stands in the very center, surrounded by silent conventional gods and dangerous gods, all immersed in sorrow.

On the second day, I closed my eyes, looked up at the blue sky, and slowly opened my arms: "When I am sad, you must not stand or move, and you must not cry or scream."

"Feel what I feel..."

"My sorrow..."

"You should resonate with me!!!"

There was a crackling sound, and the body of the god split open, followed by the crackling sound of crackling, and the crisp and melodious movement resounded through the heaven and the earth.

The resonant sound, as if millions of crystal diamonds exploded together, reverberated at the same time.

Countless divine bodies exploded.

It was only the second day that he was placed in the middle of the broken body of God.

The broken cracks, the blasted powder, and the torn apart golden gods fell around, all twisted and exploded by the force of emotions, and the sky filled with golden light reflected the vicissitudes of the face of the second genius.

The symbol of becoming a saint: the sublimation of sensibility, the resonance of seven emotions!

——

In the Pacific theater, somewhere on an island, on the beach.

"I'm going back home."

Fang Nanxun looked at Li Xuekong and said, "Tang Hong may find it difficult to adapt to guarding the altar of God for the first time, so I'll leave it to you."

Whew, wheeze, Li Xuekong bent over, took a few deep breaths, and said softly: "How can someone with the belief in killing gods not adapt... This is our world, our home field."

Like a fish in water.

Flying like a falcon into the sky.

For other saints, sitting on the altar of God is a laborious and exhausting task. But Li Xuekong has the belief in killing gods, and Tang Hong, the seventh genius, is also a master of the belief in killing gods. Having the opportunity to kill gods is definitely the most wonderful thing in the world.

How can there be heavy pressure.

Slaughtering gods and killing gods again and again, without fatigue, only the joy and happiness from the heart, day and night.

As he spoke, Li Xuekong crushed the white sand, his eyes gleaming with anticipation: "The Altar of God is equivalent to our blessed place of practice. This period of time must be the explosive period of Tang Hong's strength improvement."

"Maybe."

Fang Nanxun shrugged and looked towards the sky... Tang Hong has arrived.