Reading to Become a God

Leaving behind a drop of broken rocks. These rocks were pieced together to form a mixed road.

As he looked at the twisted red light below, he could feel the heat of the magma, and the heat rushed to his face. He believed that this was definitely not ordinary magma, and it would be no good if he touched it. Just as he hesitated to jump down to avoid it, a whisper came from behind: "Damn it, I can't believe you have such a way to escape?" Almost made you lose your mind. "

"Damn it! "The protagonist cursed, looked at the bear sword, and then looked at the magma below. If he could hide with the help of his mind, now he would jump down again, there would be no other way out below, and this would not work at all.

The protagonist was very anxious, watching the sword coming. He really couldn't move his wrist anymore, but he found that the power on his wrist had disappeared. At his current recovery rate, he estimated that it would take at least a week or so to reactivate the wristband.

The wristband cannot be urged, the soul is consumed by him, and the mana, thoughts and others are all different. He gritted his teeth and drank a glass of wine, and the blood mist came out again. He wanted to urge the blood to escape the law again, even if he was seriously injured, he had to escape from the sword's hand.

However, at this time, a palm was pushed flat. It was a huge light and shadow palm. A big breath came from the palm, and the protagonist had just urged this The blood in his hand suddenly disillusioned, his breathing became lagging, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

As soon as the mouth spit out blood, the huge palm was on the protagonist's chest, and he was directly knocked out.

Oh, oh! Xiong Jian's face changed. Just now, seeing the protagonist trying to escape, he almost unconsciously chose to shoot, but his injury made his hand miss, although there was only a little mistake, that is, he hit the protagonist and flew out.

He watched the protagonist fly down the cliff and fell down. He even saw the scene of the protagonist closing his eyes, and it was obvious that it hurt him a lot.

He waved his right hand, and the hand of light and shadow fell to the past, but his speed or slow, the protagonist fell heavily into the magma and was swallowed by the magma in an instant.

Xiong Jian frowned, he glanced at the hot magma, felt the temperature in the magma, and sighed: "The boy should be dead, such a high temperature, even I can't stand it. "Even if he is still alive, he should die. "

Xiong Jian muttered a few words and sat on the edge of the cliff.

Although he felt that the protagonist would die, he was a little relieved that he had not seen it with his own eyes or explored it in person. After he was ready to recover, he went to find the protagonist's body. Only when he saw the protagonist's body did he feel relieved.

He sat on the cliff beside him, and God had been hanging on the magma pool below him. The main character in the magma pool slowly descended. His skin was burned by the magma, and at this moment, a blood line ran through his body frantically, and the surrounding heat was absorbed by him at a very fast speed.

After absorbing the heat, the blood line became brighter and brighter, as if it was injected with a lot of energy. A trace of gentle power came from the blood vessels, nourishing the protagonist's injured meridians. His body was slowly recovering, and I don't know how long it took, the protagonist's eyes suddenly opened.

The moment he opened his eyes, the protagonist only felt pain all over his body, as if the bones of the whole body were broken. Under the power of the blood vessels, the pain slowly recovered. When he had time to look around, he found himself in a spherical boundary, and the fire was flowing, absorbed by the blood vessels, and replenished the protagonist.

His body stopped sinking, and although there was hot magma everywhere around him, he was still able to walk in the magma. He looked around and found some hot red crystals at the bottom of the magma. These crystals emitted burning flames and were hexagonal, obviously a kind of fine crystal.