The Bald Monk in the City

Some time has passed since the end of the war that affected the entire plane.

However, many plane systems nearby did not enter a peaceful state.

The daily destruction of numbers with multiple increasing planes makes those who pay close attention to all of this become more and more nervous.

Fortunately, Yi Qiu's stable state allowed their tense nerves to be maintained.

After all, as long as Yi Qiu does not offend the world of other camps.

It doesn't make much sense for most of the existences that are not evil camps.

Although, seeing that shattered scene, I was really a little shocked.

It's like a plague that swept through a certain animal, although it can't affect humans.

But the shocking death scene inevitably makes some people feel uneasy.

It's just that they don't feel confused about the existence of truly understanding the facts.

Because of this, the archmages who have really studied and understood the core of Yi Qiu's previous behavior did not interfere too much.

When time continued to stretch forward for some distance, Yi Qiu's battle with endless burning traces finally stopped...

"Slap..."

Sometimes, Yi Qiu felt that the sound of plane burning was somewhat similar to the sound of pattering after burning wood.

The plane of falling, rendered in the void like a scarlet full of destruction...

The high temperature that melts and distorts the material stalks the red letter like a poisonous snake.

Yi Qiu touched his bald head, he swallowed the core of this evil plane directly into his stomach pouch.

And it just so happened that the gastric pouch world digested a plane core...

Yi Qiu didn't pay attention to the prompt information refreshed on the retina, because he had more important things to do.

At this time, the unknown active tissue in his body has occupied 80% of his entire life body!

This is undoubtedly an incomparably huge number, and the price of it is not to say much...

After this battle, the plane numbers of this plane system will attenuate a lot.

Of course, for Yi Qiu, this is not something worthy of attention.

Those unknown active tissues filled with endless vitality outline a certain magnificent concept in Yi Qiu's life body!

They called Yi Qiu's name softly, just as he felt.

They are extensions of Yi Qiu's thinking, but they are not separated from the composition of his consciousness.

Under the power of miracles, they clearly and clearly cast a miracle belonging to Yi Qiu!

Achieving divinity is not so easy.

However, Yi Qiu is quite familiar with this.

These familiarities did not stem from how many gods he had seen to become a **** fire.

But in the fight with the gods, he gradually understood the composition of their power.

For more specific methods, Yi Qiu is not without concept.

He had observed related activities before, but there was obviously some deviation from what he needed to do...

Yi Qiu perceives the endless unknown active tissues in his body, and they are doing basic work.

As his consciousness concentrated, their work gradually became slow.

It is not that their intelligence can be touched, it is purely because they are suitable for Yi Qiu consciousness.

The intelligence of the unknown active organization endowed by the power of miracles can only be reflected in faith.

With the stagnation of the work of the unknown active organization, Yi Qiu's life state has entered a certain subtle state.

The strong breath of life on his body began to become "weak", or converged in.

Yi Qiu could feel that he was in a certain ethereal state now.

It was a bit quiet like meditation, but not so dull.

With the shrinking of perception and concentration of thoughts, Yi Qiu's vision at this time entered a certain dark realm.

That is not the chaotic void, but a deeper place in his body...

In the silence and nothingness, something seems to be flowing...

Is that an ancient call, or some kind of distant enlightenment?

Slowly, those things started to become clear...

Yi Qiu could hear those voices that gradually became clear and loud...

It was a deep call, a long river of roars!

They are chanting his name, or their own destiny!

"Yi Qiu!"

"Yi Qiu!"

"Yi Qiu!"

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The loud roars gathered into a certain violent force, under the unknown active organization in units of billions.

The call from the soul is gradually given a certain sacred definition!

Vaguely, it seems that the temperature is gradually rising!

That call from the faint seems to have become fleeting sparks!

They rotate and condense in the void, and then merge into indescribable fierceness!

In a trance, there seemed to be the sound of something burning!

It started from primitive, carried by civilization, and glimpsed the rise and fall of life in the faint yellowishness...

And the burning matter does not bring suffering and wailing.

Those things that have survived and accumulated in the passing of years are burning silently.

At this moment, they are the sacred fuelwood, and also the faded past,

When the mortal matter is burned out~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the divine light is born!

And this is why the process of achieving divinity is called igniting the fire.

Naturally, it is not really igniting a certain flame, but a natural phenomenon that can barely summarize that great process.

To try to interpret and describe is a corner of the sacred road.

Any text that can be preserved cannot carry one ten-thousandth of the entire process.

It extends from the edge of the mortal, and spreads toward the mysterious realm outside of the mortal.

For even the mortal world, the mortal things that cannot be explored in a lifetime.

To understand and clarify the vastness beyond this concept is really a vague thing that is too difficult.

It is even more difficult to succeed in trying to use words to describe the concept that belongs to outside the mortal.

At this time, endless sparks were flying in Yi Qiu's concept of life.

They outline and extend, a magnificence that is difficult to describe.

That stretch of flame, like the morning light of life, is full of gentle yet hard-to-see majesty!

There is no throne that begins in the sky, and there are no countless wonders belonging to other intelligent beings.

In this vast chaotic void, under perhaps the attention of a few viewers, Yi Qiu's priesthood was condensed!

At this time, the golden luster in his eyes began to transform.

He still carries the golden light that is hard to look at, but it is no longer what it used to be.

It is not so much the eyes that have been given a certain luster, but the eyes that are condensed by golden light.

As the divinity gradually stabilized, the entire plane system began to convey a new name:

"Weak Divinity-God of Yi Qiu..."

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