One Man’s Power

The difficulty of controlling one's emotions is a precursor to a loss of rationality... The abnormal situation that Fang Nanxun was worried about was just a simple problem for Dr. Sang.

Immediately afterwards.

Dr. Sang's voice came from the microphone of the mobile phone: "How is Tang Hong?"

"Good."

At this time, Fang Nanxun was in the cabin of the special plane.

He reclined on the seat, comfortably smoking a Chinese cigarette, the smoke spiraled up, vaguely outlines a funnel shape, and made people squint their eyes comfortably.

But Fang Nanxun frowned, opened it again, and asked nonchalantly:

"PhD."

"What did you ask Tang Hong to do?"

As early as the stage of the special training camp, Fang Nanxun deliberately called Niu Hechuan, the chief instructor of the special training camp at the headquarters of the Yellow River Organization, for Tang Hong's personal safety.

He said hello, which was a warning and a reminder, reminding Niu Hechuan not to let Tang Hong contact the Central Research Institute too early. For the overall situation of the extraordinary blocking war, Fang Nanxun voluntarily walked into the gate of the Central Research Institute and voluntarily cooperated with Dr. Sang in all experiments. The whole process was bloody and cruel. .

Of course, the mass production of Little Red Bottle was partly because of him, Fang Nanxun didn't know.

During those days, life was bleak, and Fang Nanxun didn't want to recall that dark period.

‘I never mentioned it to anyone, I don’t want to talk about it, and I don’t complain about anything. When I entered that door with a smile, I should walk out with a smile, leaving only the sunny and beautiful side. '

'but……'

Human experiments don't matter.

With his will, not to mention serious injuries, it doesn't hurt to cut him into pieces or even use a blender and cutter.

The psychological aspect is the hardest.

After all, the core of the system of transcendence and sanctification is the willpower and belief of reason and sobriety, which inevitably involves the aspects of psychological state of mind and thinking consciousness.

so.

He didn't want Tang Hong to go through this too.

Fang Nanxun said: "Tang Hong is still young, external force intervention is enough. The progress has been rapid this year, Tang Hong has been getting stronger, isn't he... Doctor, I suggest not to use external force means, it is not so extreme."

Dr. Sang: "This year is a bit difficult. There are too few saints here."

Fang Nanxun reminded softly: "We really have to do our best to prepare, but we have to leave room for ourselves, otherwise what will we do in the future. The situation after midsummer will be more serious. Is it just seeing the catastrophe in front of us, and completely ignoring the catastrophe after? This is The battle of survival, but looking at the overall situation of the war of gods, I am afraid it is just the beginning." If the catastrophe fails, everything will be empty, but if you win by luck, everything will be empty, so what should we do? Chaofan is not afraid of sacrifice, what is afraid of is that the sacrifice is still useless.

talking.

Fang Nanxun scanned the cabin.

The environment in the cabin is good and very quiet, except for the light music that comes out from the in-plane audio system.

Scan around.

His eyes fell back to the phone screen.

Humanity needs more than to win this catastrophic battle.

And while winning, make a strategic plan to deal with the catastrophe, this is called real winning.

This balance is difficult to grasp. Dr. Sang pondered for a long time before speaking: "You are right, I will reconsider."

Fang Nanxun breathed a sigh of relief: "Has there been any progress in the expansion of the Transcendence System?"

"Yes, the failure rate is too high." Dr. Sang's tone became more emotional, and he said in a deep voice: "This year's midsummer is on June 1st, and the supernatural will be released on June 2nd. The power of miscellaneous and impure beliefs accumulates to the upper limit, which will put you on the verge of collapse, rely on divinity, intensify sensibility, and risk everything to open the way."

As soon as this remark came out, Fang Nanxun fell silent. He felt desperate and tragic. Even Dr. Sang didn't have much confidence in creating an extraordinary road.

If you don't succeed, you will succeed!

Notice!

The system of transcendence and sanctification is developed bit by bit by generations of transcendents at the expense of themselves, taking huge risks.

The risk of opening the way is extremely high, and it is forbidden for geniuses to become saints to take risks.

The fact is so cruel, Fang Nanxun is not the candidate with the highest success rate, but he is the most suitable candidate.

"Would you like to give it a try?" Dr. Sang's tone returned to his indifference.

"Can."

Fang Nanxun rubbed his chin and nodded.

next moment.

Fang Nanxun sat up, took a sip of orange juice and grape juice mixed with ice cubes: "Doctor, please help Holy Li Xuekong."

Dr. Sang thought for a while: "Actually, with our technological weapons, it is very difficult to capture a [immortal] alive."

"However."

"As long as I catch the natural fairy... I am more confident in solving the problem of the lifespan of the superhuman."

...

In recent years, Fang Nanxun has been praised as a teacher of extraordinary people in Huaguo.

But in terms of strength, Fang Nanxun is not the strongest.

Teachers do not respect strength.

Whoever has big fists can be a teacher? Really insulting the word.

Fang Nanxun just tried his best to promote the development of the extraordinary world as much as possible. Before he became a saint, he was far weaker than the strongest consultant mountain mover. After becoming a saint, it can be regarded as a lightning rise, overtaking on a curve! !

Compared with him, Guo Bojun is like an axe.

Except for geniuses becoming saints, the rest of the saints have either been surpassed by Fang Nanxun, or are about to be surpassed. The root cause is the success of the man-made god plan. This is a path that is both different and can be confirmed by each other.

"In essence, I am extraordinary."

Fang Nanxun knew in his heart that he absorbed the divinity and used its power.

It looks like a god, but not a god. His calm eyes looked at the vast sea of ​​clouds outside the porthole: "The sage Li Xuekong has already mastered the seven emotions, which symbolizes the mountain top that is extraordinary and holy."

"I haven't reached the top of the mountain."

"But it's not far away."

Fang Nanxun stared at the sea of ​​clouds, touched the center of his eyebrows with his fingertips, and sensed the endless attention of his compatriots, as if a series of magical threads penetrated the barriers of space, similar to the power of faith in legends, all of which were injected into his divinity.

Suddenly there was a sound of exhalation.

Thin smog is lingering, like clouds, mist, smoke, dust, and moonlight, covering those eyes that are as wide as the blue sea.

time flies.

Arrived by private plane.

Fang Nanxun returned to the land he had not seen for a long time. He went abroad when he became a saint, and now he has returned.

Atlantic theater.

2005-2-xc-dxy The diameter of the island is less than 20 kilometers.

xc-dxy- Directly in front of the Altar of God in the north of Gemini No. 2, Tang Hong, wearing a colorful vest and shorts, wearing a pair of sunglasses of an unknown brand, lay lazily on the beach basking in the sun.

The sun is shining and the sea breeze is blowing.

The temperature is acceptable, neither hot nor cold.

It's just that the white sand on the beach is a bit hot, and occasionally a few small crabs run rampant, crawling over and back from Tang Hong's body.

Tang Hong's chest was motionless, and he didn't even breathe.

...

Sleeping at this time, Tang Hong was still mobilizing all his willpower to prevent the expansion of the Altar of God. Although the usual suppression process is not difficult, it is not easy, and it cannot be interrupted. It is equivalent to the fatigue level of ordinary people who keep their eyes open and walk without stopping.

Its arduousness and its pressure can be seen.

from day to night,

every second,

The saints sitting on the altar of the gods have no rest time.

At most, like Tang Hong, he raced against time in a light sleep for a while, and woke up with a start at the slightest movement. This requires the saints to have extremely high mental strength, physical strength, anti-stress, self-control and the ability to adjust the body and mind, exert all-round efforts, be on guard around the clock, and be in a state of high tension all the time.

That is to say, the holy person has plenty of physical strength, otherwise such a high physical and mental exhaustion, the consultant level can last for two or three hours at most.

[Ding dong! 】

[For the third time, one person limits the development of the Altar of God, and the value of one person increases by two]

Fortunately, Tang Hong has two elements for becoming a saint, one of which is endurance, and he has not felt tired these two days.

...

The other side of the island.

The middle-aged man in the red jacket, that is, Mr. Steel Egg, led a group of golden reds to Tang Hong's location.

‘There is no one within a hundred meters. '

'This, this...it's really an open-airparty, maybe Tang Shengzhe likes this tune, what is that Chinese idiom called, yes, yes, yes, match it. '

yes.

Transcendence and sanctification are also human beings, and human beings have physiological needs, and it's not something shady.

'Thanks to the enthusiastic netizens in Huaguo, otherwise when will I be able to understand the true connotation of Chinese words such as the way of yin and yang, simple explanations, time to see people's hearts, and favorite Fenglinwan. '

‘It’s really broad and profound. '

Mr. Steel Egg secretly sighed, seeing that he was approaching the area where Tang Hong was, he suppressed the wild thoughts in his heart.

In the sun, everyone walked on the beach.

The entire island is not big, with a diameter of less than 20 kilometers, but the scenery is extremely beautiful, the blue sea and blue sky, and the clean beach are refreshing.

soon.

A small hill appeared ahead.

Everyone went around, and suddenly saw a person lying on the beach from afar.

"arrive!"

Mr. Steel Egg took a closer look, slightly startled.

He saw that there seemed to be a regular-level god under Tang Hong's body. This picture scroll of the godslayer taking a nap on the beach on the seventh day was matched with the blue sky, white clouds, and blue sea. The style was distinctive and shocking, as if a corner of the world view had collapsed.

Mr. Steel Egg was dumbfounded. The information on saints from Huaguo did not say that this Tang saint likes to sleep with the gods on his back.

at the same time.

Everyone was stunned.

Everything is silent, and there is no sound from the loud sound, as if there is a crackling sound.

Several Chinese-Americans covered their hearts in gold and red: "Σ(°△°)︴"

A wavy blonde girl: "(⊙??⊙)"

Another short-haired girl in a denim vest had a few freckles on her face and stared at her blue eyes.

"(°ー°〃)"

The cool sea breeze blew by, and there was silence at this moment, and everyone froze.

"That... everyone, hurry up and deliver things." Mr. Steel Egg whispered next to him. He is a pioneer and transcendent and cannot approach Tang Hong within a hundred meters, but these golden reds have no such concerns.

Everyone is about to cry, who dares to go over, this saint is too scary!

[Ding dong! 】

[For the first time to experience a person lying on the body of a god slave and sleep with breath, one person's value will be increased by two]

Tang Hong slept very lightly. The alarm clock was set in advance, and the biological clock reminded him that there would be no problems. At worst, it would be fine to take a breath of normal-level divine breath.

"Go away."

Tang Hong noticed that there were many eyes on his body, and kicked the regular god below him, about forty meters away.

It can't be too far, and the power of one person will disappear.

It can't be too close, and the saints who are in the range of the divine breath will also be injured if they inhale the divine breath.

Click!

The muscles and bones are like thunder!

Tang Hong stretched his waist, and saw a group of people a hundred meters away carrying daily necessities, Wangzai milk that he liked to drink, good corn rolls and fresh shrimp chips that he liked to eat, and a 90-inch LCD color TV!

This is in the Atlantic Ocean...

Tang Hong's eyes lit up...

"hello~"

"Hey, hello, come here."

Tang Hong showed the sincere, friendly and unpretentious smile of the people of Huaguo, showing a mouthful of white teeth, as if shining in the sunlight.

it's wired.

Why are those people so slow to move? Is my smile too warm?