One Man’s Power

on the beach.

The weird atmosphere is spreading.

All kinds of daily necessities were neatly piled up beside Tang Hong.

Tang Hong smiled enthusiastically.

Corresponding to him, the dozen or so golden and red smiles were a bit reluctant, as if they were forced out... Maybe the smiles are like soft sponges, there will always be a squeeze.

next moment.

Most of the people faltered and lowered their heads, not daring to say anything or look directly at Tang Hong, only to see one girl with wavy blonde hair muster up her courage and say, "Sage Tang, the hot milk is here, what else do you need for life?" Supplies?"

Everyone didn't dare to speak loudly, but she put a cup of hot milk beside Tang Hong, looked straight into Tang Hong's eyes, and looked very brave.

After all... not everyone has the courage to look straight at a madman sleeping on a god.

Tang Hong nodded: "That's enough."

Tang Hong had keen insight and understood the reason why everyone dared not come over just now. He glanced around and appreciatively sized up the blonde girl who was dressed casually yet beautifully. She wore loose light yellow short sleeves and dark shorts. , she has the potential to become an extraordinary person.

Courage is not the only requirement for a transcendent.

But it is indispensable.

"kindness……"

"Thank you everyone." Tang Hong's friendly eyes contained the power of joy: "You can leave now."

immediately.

Joy breeds and is extremely contagious. With Tang Hong's casual words, flowers of endless joy bloom.

"Wow!!"

"It's great, it's great, I can finally go yayyyyyyyyyyyy!"

More than a dozen golden reds, with ecstatic expressions on their faces, almost jumped three feet high.

If it weren't for the inexplicable joy that filled the body and mind with the restraint of the only reason, I am afraid that I would be dancing and crying with excitement. Including that brave blonde girl is also very happy, happy and beaming.

With his hands behind his back, Tang Hong observed that everyone left with flushed faces, running or jumping, and a few people's legs trembled slightly, as if they were weak: "I didn't use the assimilation power of emotional resonance at all, but I just brought joy Speak something."

Everyone was happy and left.

This power is really scary.

No wonder the pinnacle saint who comprehends the seven emotions can break into the encirclement of conventional gods and dangerous gods.

Sitting down while thinking, Tang Hong drank the tin can of Wangzai milk and looked at the blue sea. Seagulls passing by the coast sometimes called out.

Native seagulls have experience and will not crash into altars of gods.

The seagulls from other places are different, because their sense organs cannot feel the altar of God. If they are unlucky, they will die when they hit the surface of the altar, their feathers will flutter, and they will fall straight to the ground.

The sea and sky are the same color, and the white sandy beach, Tang Hong guards the altar of God hidden in the lush forest behind him.

The island is full of life,

There are warships cruising outside the island,

The sky was getting dark, the sun was setting and the moon was rising, and Tang Hong felt a little homesick. To be precise, I miss that piece of hometown.

...

It happened that the moon was bright, and Tang Hong didn't feel sleepy, so he walked around the beach with his hands behind his back.

It is said to be a stroll, but in fact there is a distance limit, he cannot leave the altar too far.

"Holy ones."

The power of sanctification lies in the sublimation of sensibility, emotional resonance and sanctification will.

And the body is still a flesh and blood body that can be injured, bleeds, and exhausted, and there is no way to gallop between heaven and earth... Tang Hong snapped his fingers with all his strength towards the bright moon in the sky.

Snapped!

The air was rubbed and exploded directly, and the force burst open the airflow, just like a thunder on the ground.

Tang Hong looked down at the small whitish air waves spreading out in circles and slowly disappearing: "My body level is barely enough to reach the holy level... It is because the genius has formed a perfect small world and manifested the mark between the eyebrows."

With a thought, the imprint manifested, and Tang Hong moved over to a changing mirror.

He leaned over to the mirror,

Carefully observe the appearance of the imprint between the brows,

Like a star, like a moon, and like a knife, with a blood red color, it shone with a heart-shattering fiery aura.

The mark of genius can be seen clearly without lighting, but is it really innate, a mysterious talent bestowed by God? Tang Hong couldn't help touching the center of his eyebrows, and rubbed it twice, but there was no response.

"Extraordinary genius...the four elements...strength and willpower...these are the hard powers that accumulate over time and persist until they are effective. The first belief and the realm of warfare pay more attention to comprehension, the flash of enlightenment."

"Savvy is very important!"

"Fortunately, I am a peerless genius who is unique in a million!"

If not, now April 14th, there are still more than forty days left, and the time is hurried and short, what can Tang Hong do to impact the strength of a higher level.

The tactics of Tiangongjing are very important.

Tang Hong called out the system interface.

Mortals: ordinary creatures

Will: 1083% (2166%, the power of one person has been aroused)

Power: 751% (1502%, the power of one person has been activated)

Realm: 0.44 (0.88, the power of one person has been stimulated)

Value per person: 10

Tang Hong's eyes fell on the column of realm: "The realm cannot be added, but the quantification is more intuitive."

Although the interface of the one-person assistance system is simple, it has an extremely powerful function: quantitative data!

"According to previous experience... a realm value of 0.01 represents the furnace fire state, 0.11 represents the summit state, and above 1.00 should represent the heavenly state. As long as it reaches 0.5, it will double to 1.00, which is comparable to the power of the heavenly state."

"That's not enough."

Being alone, with extremely high comprehension, what Tang Hong wanted was to truly comprehend the Heavenly Art Realm before midsummer.

In the past, in China, the population base was large and the population density was extremely high. It was inevitable that there were people around, and it was not truly alone.

And now.

This place is tailor made.

First of all, the Atlantic Ocean is vast and boundless, nearly 80 million square kilometers, the vast sea, and the lonely island can be said to be isolated from the world, which is very impressive. Secondly, there are not many people I know on this island. I am not familiar with the place of life, and it is so far away from the motherland. Finally, there is the mission of becoming a saint. Tang Hong must always stimulate the precondition of one's power to make the feeling reach its peak.

Thinking of this, Tang Hong snapped his fingers again excitedly.

Snapped! Snapped! The crisp sound spread out, echoing above the sea surface, overshadowing the sound of the waves.

"Sage Tang!"

Suddenly, the bright moon shone on the sea, and someone shouted from the top of the island not far away: "We heard a lot of abnormal noises in succession. May I ask if there is any emergency!"

Tang Hong's face darkened, listening to the voice...it was Mr. Steel Egg, whose English name was Gabriel Sanchez.

"fine."

Tang Hong picked up the walkie-talkie and added: "I am exercising."

...

On April 15th, the realm value: 0.45.

...

On April 17th, the realm value: 0.48.

...

Time passed, days passed day by day, and it turned out that Tang Hong's intuition was very accurate.

It may be that there is no one close by all the time, or it may be that there are few people near the Atlantic islands... Every day is full and meaningful, and Tang Hong's self-created and named "Boxing Sword" has skyrocketed.

It's like taking drugs.

The past few days have been making great strides.

On April 19th, after nine o'clock in the morning, Tang Hong glanced at the column of realm value.

Realm: 0.51 (1.02, the power of one person has been stimulated)

"Comparable to the power of Tiangongjing?"

"Let me try."

Tang Hong strode towards the altar of God.

He suddenly thought of something, picked up the walkie-talkie, told the nearby Transcendents not to worry, then left layers of thick green jungle, and stood on both feet - in front of him was a transparent altar that was suppressed by the holy will.

The air flow surged and the leaves fell. Tang Hong took a deep breath.

raise your left fist,

There is an illusory endless edge flying back and forth, forming a huge sword that can lift the sky.

"cut."

Tang Hong punched down.

Boom!

The phantom of the huge knife was like the sky falling, like a landslide, and it was cut down with a bang! !