One Man’s Power

Fang Nanxun's expression was complicated.

The mood is also complicated.

In front of him was the magnificent sea, and the two shook hands on the beach. On the left, Li Xuekong, who had entered an old age, straightened his waist, and on the right, Tang Hong, who was full of vigor and lowered his eyebrows, formed an unusually sharp contrast.

Seeing the handshake scene,

Like a solemn ceremony,

New generations replace old ones, passed on from generation to generation, and the flame of human will will never go out.

'well. '

Fang Nanxun sighed silently, turned his head away, and couldn't bear to look any further.

Li Xuekong is old and has reached the end of his lifespan, the end of his extraordinary journey. He usually couldn't straighten his waist, but he forced himself to straighten up when he met Tang Hong for the first time today. Li Xuekong showed his best posture.

But Tang Hong is full of vigor and prosperity, and this extraordinary road has just begun.

'It's early April. Fang Nanxun glanced at Tang Hong, who was introverted, and secretly said: "The first time I saw him was in early May last year. That day I wanted to scare him into joining the Yellow River Organization... Sign the contract in May, and enter the special training camp in July." In August, I had extraordinary combat power, and in September I received a serial number and became an official extraordinary person... I went abroad in November, and when we meet again now, this boy Tang Hong can already take my place. '

Fang Nanxun was very pleased.

In less than a year, Tang Hong completed the magnificent transformation from an ordinary person to a jihadist power.

...

"Tang Hong."

Li Xuekong was wearing a snow-white robe, and his crystal face was abnormally white: "I hope we can cooperate happily in the next few days."

Tang Hong respectfully replied: "Sure, please give me your advice."

There is no high or low in Chaofan, and it does not respect strength, and usually communicates on an equal footing.

But facing a pioneer, a trailblazer, Tang Hong respected him from the bottom of his heart... To Tang Hong, Fang Nanxun was like a model, a role model, and Li Xuekong was like a respected elder.

"Cough cough."

Li Xuekong turned his head, coughed twice, and his crystal face became paler: "The willpower above the fourth limit is the will to become a saint. Our will plus the emotional appeal of sanctification can restrain the sacrifice of God." Taiwan's expansion."

Tang Hong bowed his head and listened without missing a word.

Although I have read the materials countless times, I can't believe in the books, and the experience of the saints is more precious.

When you become a saint, you understand one of the seven emotions. After you become a saint, you will further master more emotions.

At the pinnacle of holiness, all the emotions are sublimated!

As for the sign of becoming a saint, that is, emotional resonance, the emotional appeal is difficult to describe in words, and the language is also weak, and no matter how detailed the information is, it cannot convey this power 100%—emotions share, resonate, and be controlled by emotions The leading power of assimilation!

To put it bluntly, it is emotional appeal, which means that when people vent their emotions, they form an emotional field similar to a magnetic field, infecting people around them, forming interactions and feeling the same emotions.

This kind of effect should not be underestimated in real life, it can make people make different changes because of different emotions.

1. Motive force. Example: pre-war mobilization.

Second, migration. Example: Interfering with others' perceptions of people or things.

Three, synergy. Example: Thousands of people chanting the same slogan are almost single-minded.

Fourth, the role of driving. Example: A touching speech renders the atmosphere, shocks the soul, and drives emotions. On the one hand, it stimulates people's sympathy, and on the other hand, it makes people accept the speaker's proposition.

"Emotional resonance can also deter obedience."

"At a critical moment, changing emotions and bursting out in an instant can help resolve the crisis and force the gods to retreat. This power must be honed and tempered through actual battles before it can be mastered skillfully and sent and received freely."

Sitting dryly, daydreaming, brewing in the bottom of your heart, or hypnotizing and guiding yourself are all not as effective as a life-and-death battle.

The emotional changes between life and death are the most real.

Li Xuekong finished all the precautions in one breath.

He didn't rely on the old to sell the old, deliberately delaying the handover time between the two, but passed on the experience and lessons accumulated over the years to Tang Hong face to face.

after all……

With Fang Nanxun here, the two of them can communicate face to face.

When Fang Nanxun left, Li Xuekong and Tang Hong had to keep a distance of more than 100 meters at all times.

"remember."

"The seven emotions must be matched in a reasonable manner. The emphases of extraordinary emotions are quite different." Li Xuekong couldn't help but take a deep look at Tang Hong, and carefully looked at it twice from top to bottom, and from bottom to top.

He had no other intentions, he just wanted to take a good look at the young saint whom countless people had placed high hopes on.

The miracle of divine warfare created by the young man in front of him is almost as good as the first genius of that year.

"Go."

Li Xuekong stared at Tang Hong, with an indiscernible pain flashing in his eyes: "The diameter of the altar of God in the north of the island is 170 meters. Fang Nanxun used to sit there, and I will leave it to you in the future."

There are a total of two god altars on the island, numbered xc-dxy-Twin II, subdivided into the south altar and the north altar.

Tang Hong nodded heavily and said, "Okay."

"Hurry up and hand over."

Li Xuekong patted Tang Hong's arm slowly, watching the two figures fly away with deep and old eyes.

Until he couldn't see anymore, he bent down suddenly, and Li Xuekong coughed violently... The sound of coughing painstakingly was like the rust of a blower, his face did not appear rosy, but became whiter.

"Cough...cough cough cough."

Distortion and pain welled up in his eyes.

Godly battles, sensual resonance time and time again, serious injuries and heartbreaks—ordinary people's anger will damage the liver and be harmful to the body, not to mention the extraordinary.

The injuries, unrecognized illnesses, and pains of so many years broke out completely in Li Xuekong's body like a flood in spring.

The nineteen-type equipment is useless, and Li Xuekong, the pilgrim, has to accept his old age, as if he has seen the end of his life when all oil is exhausted.

"We are aging faster than ordinary people, and our physical functions have always been at their peak, which is not apparent on the surface."

"I can see it on the surface."

Li Xuekong bent down again, and the appearance of his body gradually showed signs of aging, which proved that the end of life was approaching.

It has nothing to do with divinity, it has nothing to do with stress, that's a hard truth.

People will grow old.

The extraordinary will also grow old.

Li Xuekong had already made preparations before he died, and he had done what he had to do, only the mission of becoming a saint was left: he must continue to sit on the altar of the gods, and persist until the end of the midsummer battle.

"Over the years since Chaofan was born, so far no Chaofan has died and closed his eyes. Give me a little more time."

"time."

He begged under his breath.

...

The other side.

Tang Hong and Fang Nanxun flew to the north of the island.

"look."

The two quickly lifted into the air, Fang Nanxun dispelled the suppression of the holy will, and pointed to the altar of God below.

Altar number: xc-dxy-Twin II North.

Altar diameter: 170 meters.

This Atlantic island is lush and lush, with lush green trees forming a forest map.

With the blowing of the sea breeze, the emerald green forest and sea ripples faintly spread out, swaying heavily, creating a beautiful and shocking landscape.

next moment!

A strange hazy light shot up into the sky, revealing a huge seven-color circular altar.

Natural beauty cannot hide the sacredness,

The greenery can't hide the light,

The dense island jungle can't cover the altar of God!

Tang Hong and Fang Nanxun stood at a low altitude of 300 meters on the north side of the island, looking down. I saw unknown symbols flashing on the side of the seven-color round platform, and the sacred light intertwined with each other, weaving a large number of pillars, from the side of the round platform to the ground, guarding the altar of God... It seems to have a supporting effect, In fact, it is only a decorative effect.

Tang Hong looked down and nodded secretly: "The altar is more than one hundred meters high." It is estimated that part of it is underground, and only half of the altar of God is exposed above the ground.

While Fang Nanxun was still here, Tang Hong observed carefully.

On the top of the altar stood twelve water vortices and chaotic storms, sometimes flickering, sometimes frozen, surrounding the central point.

The central point is like a black hole, even with Tang Hong's eyesight, he couldn't see it clearly.

"Tsk tsk."

"It's really amazing. If it is a special effect, I'm afraid it will cost tens of millions of Huaguo coins." Tang Hong clearly sensed that such a real and noble holy meaning is not a building in the world at all.

The recent "Overlord" film has added real image data.

Of course, after multiple recordings, the processed picture is not so shocking.

And at this time.

Standing in the low sky above the altar, Tang Hong felt heavy pressure.

This inexplicable oppressive feeling makes the extraordinary feel palpitated, and the golden red is terrified. Ordinary people watch it for a long time, and they are afraid that they will collapse on the spot.

Immediately afterwards.

Subtle changes have taken place in the appearance of the altar.

Tang Hong no longer looked at it. The altar of God changes all the time and has no fixed appearance: "I will directly remember the location of this altar. If the appearance changes, don't try to disturb me."

"That's the reason." Fang Nanxun and Tang Hong stood shoulder to shoulder in the low sky, having a good time: "I was worried that you were not used to it for the first time, but the sage Li Xuekong actually spoke for you. In fact, what I was worried about was...Tang Hong, do you want one?" People sit here, there is no one within a hundred meters, eating and sleeping alone, watching the sea and moon alone, living and fighting alone."

This is similar to island rafting.

Humans live in groups, and Chaofan is no exception. Sitting on the altar of God is already very difficult. Fang Nanxun worried that Tang Hong would lose control of his mind.

"Tang Hong."

"Are you really good? If you can't hold on, don't force yourself." Fang Nanxun warned, looking serious.

Tang Hong said angrily: "What do you want to express, men can't say no!"

"hehe."

Fang Nanxun smiled without saying a word.

"Hehe." Tang Hong said lightly: "Consultant Liu Sheng said that he will wait for you to go back and watch the sea together."

Fang Nanxun was startled, with a complex expression on his face: "It's impossible to be extraordinary."

Tang Hong clapped his hands and applauded him: "I hope you will do what you say."

finished speaking.

Tang Hong looked directly below.

The colorful light of the Altar of God dissipated.

A group of people stood on the edge of the island, all of them were extraordinary beings responsible for assisting Tang Hong.

There are many reefs on the shore, the waves are beating, and the sound of the sea breaking is echoing. More than 20 extraordinary people are wearing uniform-colored uniforms, all looking up to Tang Hong and Fang Nanxun... The middle-aged man in the red jacket is the leader .

His Chinese name is Steel Egg.

I have to say that Fang Nanxun is still the same, he looks like a gentleman, with a personable demeanor, but this person is particularly dark-bellied.

Steel Egg Steel Egg, [Steel] represents the steel body of the superhuman, and [Egg] represents the vitality that comes out of the shell. Such an outrageous explanation is too embarrassing to say, but someone is willing to believe it.

Tang Hong also admired Fang Nanxun.

A dignified person who has become a saint, he has lived out a unique style that perfectly combines the domineering president's black belly and the vicissitudes of the middle-aged man.

Tang Hong's voice transmission: "Mr. Gang, please come up and explain."

"OK."

It is not difficult for the middle-aged man in the red jacket to fly 300 meters as a peak pioneer transcendent.

He explained a few words to those extraordinary people, and quickly flew to Tang Hong's left: "Tang Sheng."

He looked at Fang Nanxun again, and said respectfully, "Fang Sheng."

Fang Nanxun nodded, and Tang Hong said: "Within a hundred meters around me, there must be no Transcendents, that would seriously disturb me."

The middle-aged man in the red jacket nodded quickly. He had read the information on Tang Hong, the godslayer on the seventh day... the superhuman who lost the ability to fight can be approached by gold and red. These are the accurate data verified by Tang Hong before going abroad.

Since you want to sit on the altar of God,

Then you have to inspire one person's strength all the time.

Tang Hong was very well prepared, and had rehearsed various emergencies in advance: "Remember to adjust the guard position that is usually on duty."

"yes."

Mr. Steel Egg secretly wrote it down.

The two confirmed the precautions twice.

Tang Hong and Gangdan finished discussing all aspects of details and requirements, and Fang Nanxun added a few points, and all three of them signed on the page of personnel changes and adjustments in the major event record form.

...

The person who was adjusted and left office after becoming a saint: Fang Nanxun.

Sacred adjustment, successor: Tang Hong.

Sanctification adjustment, witness: gabriel sanchez (Chinese name steel egg)

"Mr. Steel Egg, there will be a time later."

Fang Nanxun looked at the middle-aged man in the red jacket, nodded with a smile and walked up to Tang Hong in the air, with a rare solemn expression on his face: "Tang Hong, the next meeting should be midsummer, you must be prepared."

Tang Hong replied seriously: "We will win."

Fang Nanxun saw the blazing lightning flashing deep in Tang Hong's eyes, smiled slightly, and pointed down: "You will be in charge of this altar of God in the future, and you will not lose it even if you die."

Say it.

He opened his left hand and fished it down, and the sky and the earth shone with golden light!

I saw Fang Nanxun's blond hair fluttering, and his body was like a golden sun shining in the sky, with a halo in full bloom, radiating light and heat, chiseling down with a thousand tons of force added to the holy will.

"Or give me a regular god."

"Either fight."

There was a bang, and the bang reverberated. Fang Nanxun swooped down and slapped the altar. The noble golden light collided with the sacred golden light instantly.

Roar! !

The God of Disaster let out an extremely annoyed roar.

Peng! !

A regular god is thrown out of range of the altar.

"Tang Hong, continue!"

Fang Nanxun kicked him towards Tang Hong.

"See you in midsummer!"

Tang Hong took a step forward, put his five fingers together, and grabbed the regular god at will.

[Ding dong! 】

[Stop the gods, alone and helpless, now inspire the real power of one person! 】

[Double the will! 】

[Double the strength! 】

[The realm doubles! 】

Tang Hong watched Fang Nanxun fly towards the warship, and nailed this conventional god to the ground nearby, easily suppressing him.

Behind him is the endless blue sea, which is very quiet.

In front of him is the altar of God.

"Holy mission."

Tang Hong took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and sat under the tree.

2106% willpower poured out mightily, like a rolling snow mountain collapsing silently, crashing into this altar of god.

——

at the same time.

The special plane back to China.

Fang Nanxun dialed Dr. Sang's private number, and his voice was a little hoarse: "The plan is very successful, I clearly feel that the divinity is getting stronger and stronger, and the power of sensibility is increasing every minute and every second."

"But there is a small problem."

"The mood swings...too much."

Fang Nanxun shook his head and lit a cigarette. Uncontrollable emotions are a precursor to losing control of reason.

"oh."

Dr. Sang said casually: "Your question is very simple, come back to China and find me."