Chapter 366 Look, I'm anxious (4000)
The road to becoming a god has been halfway through, and it can no longer have as little impact as it used to be.
An immortal glow flows out of the sky, and every breath resonates the universe.
The vast sky curtain is covered with gauze woven by oracles, and the ashes-colored light winds into a river among the stars. Billions of light spots are like silver sand sprinkled by gods, outlining endless mystery in the void.
No matter where you are in Douluo Star, living creatures can see the wonderful crown that appears on the edge of the sky as long as they raise their eyes.
Familiar and delicate gray light creates delicate veins of energy flowing in the distant sky.
According to the information reported by Xingluo Remnant Intelligence Network, you can see it anywhere in the mainland.
The death veins continue to extend, and on the curtain of the divine light of death, it sometimes turns into the scene of the sank of the galaxy, and sometimes turns into the image of the styx hanging upside down.
There is no specific divine power, nor does it have any impact on the creatures. The meaning of these visions alone, the color of this light can make insiders fully convinced that this is the symbol of Fang Ling becoming a god.
Xingluo fell into dead silence. There were many people, but it seemed like he was in a deep abyss.
The soul guide light was squeezed by the soul power, and some people were unstable, and some people were deeply pressed into the Iron Throne.
If there was no way out, I would have voted at this time!
Who made them all have a grudge against Fang Ling?
The retreat path is cut off, and you will die if you surrender. You can only go all the way to the dark.
"Zhengzhu Tang, how long does it take for King Haotian to become a god?" The armor of the Contra of the White Tiger lineage reflected the treacherous sky light, and he asked Tang Xiao with great thoughts.
I can only look forward to Tang San.
King Haotian officially wanted to win over the throne given by Tang San.
The person he looked at was a tiger-back, bear-bear waist, wide shoulders, broad back, and his bronze skin was covered with blood and afterglow. His aura was a little weak, and he could not hide the strong power.
It was Tang Xiao who broke through to level 97 under the arduous battle.
As one of the two stars of Haotian, it was also regarded as the whetstone of the elders of the Spirit Hall. After repeated blows, it is not surprising that such a breakthrough is made.
His expression was calm and his voice was calm, and he was extremely confident: "It won't take long."
"Don't worry too much before the mistress appears. They won't want to face a god of crazy revenge."
It is said that, and it is reasonable to say that based on the training posture of the Wuhun Hall deliberately letting water out and consuming a lot of troops... right?
Tang Xiao didn't know, so he could only comfort him like this.
It seems to comfort others, but it is actually comforting yourself.
People in the world are restless due to strange phenomena, afraid that it is an unknown sign and a disaster will come.
After waiting for a long time, as the dazzling light flow above the sky continued to reorganize and evolve, there was no major disaster in the world as imagined.
People from the Martial Soul Empire should do whatever they should do. Soul garrisons from all over the country train as usual, and farmers work hard.
The only thing that can be called a disaster is Xingluo.
The Wuhun Empire is composed of four major vassal states: the Yuantiandou Empire and the Xingluo Empire. It has a large land and abundant resources, and is even more so.
The war between the two sides was extremely unbalanced, and Fang Ling's increasingly approaching steps in becoming a god stimulated Bibidong.
She carefully considered the possible changes in the situation after Fang Ling became a god, and after measurement, it intensified the progress of the war - that is, it accelerated the consumption.
The Xingluo Empire wanted to fight enemies three times wider than itself with half the area.
Using scarcity to fight wealth and using weak to fight strength is a difficult situation, and it can only be achieved through the concerted efforts of everyone and hard work.
Bibidong relies on the wealthy and powerful soul master army of the Martial Soul Empire, and his disciples Hu Liena and Jiubao Glazed Lishui Sect to maintain logistics, allowing everyone to exert their strength and increase the intensity of the offensive.
The resources of the Xingluo Empire were immediately unable to keep up with the consumption, so it had to force the collection of grain.
Compulsory behavior leads to people's misfortune and killings in China are everywhere.
It is in line with Bibidong's meaning.
...
On the road to hell, Tang San's blood-colored eyes were calm.
It's like curing mental mania in one go, longing to become a god, but no longer forcing it.
But after looking closely, you can still see the shimmering waves in his eyes and the light of Shura's blood fluctuates slightly.
"How long will Fang Ling become a god?" He thought his heart was peaceful enough and his current state could be passed through the inheritance of Shura God, so he asked in a plain tone.
The magic sword has great magical powers, just like Bai Xiaosheng, who was legendary in the Jianghu in his previous life, he must have known it.
Shura divine thought: "In ten days."
He didn't care, but Tang San was a little anxious and gritted his teeth: "Demon Sword, do you think I'm enough now?"
"Not enough, are you anxious?" Shura replied coldly.
"I'm not in a hurry! What's this?" Tang San retorted, his voice anxious, "I think--"
"Look, I'm anxious." The simple word "Shura's divine thought almost made Tang San angry.
"I'm really not in a hurry!" Tang San quickly refuted the moment he heard it and argued with him.
"Ha~" Shura said nothing, just chuckled.
Tang San: “…”
After a while, under the heat of the magma blood lake, he sighed, "I just worry that everything will change after I go out."
If he was the only one left, his relatives and friends, all of whom were killed by Fang Ling, Tang San would not dare to think how crazy he would be.
Shura divine thought: "The Tang Chen he killed knew the Shura Demon Sword and also knew the Shura divine position."
"You know, he has been to the City of Killing and can guess where you are."
In one sentence, the sadness that had just brewed Tang San's time to be cured was fading away.
"?" He suddenly widened his eyes, "Then why did he—"
"Let you become a god?" Shura's divine thoughts interspersed, and secretly lamented that Tang San, who had become a mentally ill, had no brains to use.
Isn't this the answer obvious?
"Not bad." Tang San nodded, that's what he meant.
The Shura God is a pure god of killing, ranks in the throne of the God King, and has the power of judgement against all gods with powerful attack power and fair and strict law enforcement.
Could it be that the God of Death that Fang Ling himself became still the exception?
This is the God King, and he is also the King of Gods in the God Realm!
The Shura Demon Sword briefly introduced what the Shura God's position represents, and Tang San knew a little bit.
The little bit of complacency on his face made Shura sigh in his heart. He was such a stupid fool with a ill mind.
"Because he doesn't care." The Shura God's body was carefully observing Fang Ling's process of becoming a god.
The power that Fang Ling lived on was amazing.
The origin is beyond imagination, and the only shame is that it has been bound to others.
There is no way to remove it without binding.
This is the power that can easily destroy the world.
Fang Ling has initially condensed the God King's position with extremely perfect laws.
Under the influence of that unknown source of death, it is very likely that it will become the supreme god king, that is, the realm of the dragon god.
Maybe he still has the ability to climb to the extreme realm of the Creator God.
Use your martial soul and divine bones all the way, you can upgrade your soul core by yourself, and have your own divine kingdom...
How could you be afraid that a Shura God who has just inherited the position of God and switched from a hammer to a heavy sword, or even a sword is likely to use a bad Shura God?
This idiot Tang San has been regarded as a free-range cultivation resource and is still here in Makabaka!
"How could it be that I don't care?" Tang San couldn't help but ask.
The words of Shura Demon Sword challenged his common sense.
Fang Ling is just a weak person who believes in becoming a god. How can he fight against the law-enforcement god in the divine realm?
So what is it that I have paid so much to become the Shura God?
The persistence in his heart was a little shaken, and Tang San gave up the idea of breaking the casserole to ask the end.
The Shura Demon Sword doesn't want to continue the conversation that repeats this week and is not nutritious:
"If you want to become a god, calm your mind as soon as possible." "Fang Ling will let you become a god, and he will not want to face a crazy god."
"Where is the Martial Soul Empire?" Tang San asked the last question of concern.
Shura Divine Thought: "The Martial Soul Empire has absolute power, but it is just training troops. The speed of breaking through the barrier is extremely slow, and it adopts a war of attrition."
The Shura God can see more, such as Rakshasa, and angels.
They are waiting for their own side to become gods, and they are also waiting for Tang San to become gods.
War of attrition?
Tang San couldn't understand what medicine he took wrong, but this was the best. I guess he could still stick to it until he became a god. He nodded: "I understand, I won't be impatient anymore."
The road to hell fell into silence, and Tang San's heart returned to peace, silently absorbing energy, polishing his soul power to the peak.
...
Fang Ling is still in the process of becoming a god.
Transformation, sublimation, and at some point, complete the ultimate leap from soul master to god.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
"Boom--"
There seemed to be a powerful and powerful hymn echoing between the world, and the world was singing to celebrate the birth of a new god.
The gray fog spreading on Fang Ling's body was recycled, and the gray light that stretched for thousands of miles covered the sun and covered the sky.
In the gray-gold divine eyes, two clusters of immortal fires of death were provided with sufficient energy supply, and they were beating and burning like two new elves.
The momentum undergoes unprecedented changes in an instant.
Everyone in the mainland was attracted by the beautiful lineage of gods in the sky, and a war was once again interrupted early.
"What is this?" The Xingluo Empire was stunned.
"It took a month and a half and finally succeeded, Death!" Bibidong raised his head and breathed slightly faster.
The snow-white and delicate goose neck showed a beautiful arc, and the plump erect in front of him was trembling slightly with his slow breathing.
The purple-black light of the Rakshasa divine power shines in her beautiful eyes. She wants to see Fang Ling’s real transformation process.
Of course I didn't see anything.
The gray-gold divine light blocked all visions, and Fang Ling was submerged in the center by the endless divine thunder of death.
The moment he saw it, Bibidong's spirit stinged and he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
The faint power of death in the Death Demon Spider's martial soul was trembling, and she even felt that the martial soul was crying endlessly.
"The most domineering person with the highest death attribute." Bibidong only saw death.
It gives people a sense of inability to resist, and is a powerful god-level power that transcends the peerless Douluo.
She went to sense her progress in collecting the energy of becoming a god and couldn't help frowning.
The intensity of the war is not enough, but Xingluo still has the strength to spare!
If you want to become a god quickly, you must beat him hard!
There are not many soul masters with death attributes, and there are only a few high-level masters.
Among them, Gu Rong's cultivation is far less than that of Pope Bibidong, who is about to become the Rakshasa god, but the death attribute of the Bone Dragon Martial Soul accounts for much greater than that of the Death Spider Emperor.
The martial soul connected to the soul brought him a deeper perception.
"The God of Death..." The only few hairs on the ancient banyan's head were floating alone.
He trembled and fell to the ground like a mortal. He could only stand up with the help of Chen Xin and Ning Rongrong.
"Fang Ling has become a god!" There was an unknown feeling in his mouth, his voice was hoarse, but it also brought joy to witness history.
A new legend on earth, a hundred levels of becoming a god!
In more than ten years, it takes a path that others will never be able to finish in their entire lives.
"Yes, I've become a god." Ning Rongrong's eyebrows were curved, and his smile could not be reduced at all. "I'll go to the mansion to wait for him right away!"
What is beyond words is that she wants to taste the taste of God.
He is both delicious and playful, and he is talking about Ning Rongrong.
...
People with the death attribute of martial souls in the world have deeply felt the supremacy of this gray-gold god.
Among them, as one of Fang Ling’s wife, Zhu Zhuqing, who has the skills of martial soul fusion, is most touched by him.
The divine light of death caused her soul power to become more active, and her blood flowed faster, making her face red and red.
What happens deeper in the body is an unspeakable and strange change.
Zhu Zhuqing opened her red lips lightly and exhaled a burning breath. She was eager to know what kind of strong effect she could have when Fang Ling became a true god and then merged with her to practice.
The practice is very serious, and it is hard to say whether it is combined with the right or wrong.
...
Above the sky.
Fang Ling became a god very smoothly, without any variables, no external disasters block the way, nor did he have spiritual tests like the inner demons like other inherited gods.
It's reasonable to think about it.
He is the God of faith and the God of Death he condensed, and he has no ancestor on his head.
Speaking of this, Fang Ling thought of the ninth test of the Angel God.
He couldn't say he had to follow in. The sea god also had the authority of angels, so he had to beware of the sea god's trouble.
Fang Ling dared to swear to the sky, but he really had no other intentions.
It’s just that Qian Renxue, who is entrusted with a heart on her, cannot be disappointed.
He shook his head hard and came to his senses.
The God's position has been formed, but there is no too prominent and eye-catching vision. This is due to his belief in becoming a god, and there is another last step - condensing the divine clothes.
All the million-year-old soul bones on the body were stripped away.
Based on death, the gray-gold divine liquid that has finally perfectly harmonized the power of time, space, destiny, nothingness, etc. is constantly flowing on the surface of his body, and is transforming into thousands of forms according to his thoughts.
It can maintain the appearance of the divine bone armor, and it is the most original, and the characteristics of each soul bone are perfectly revealed.
But it’s so ugly to have big rose gold eyes on your shoulders!
The color is beautiful and the appearance is weird.
He is not the boss of Resident Evil!
If you have the opportunity to adjust manually, then change it, you must change it!
The general tone of the magical suit remains unchanged, and it is still gray-gold. Fang Ling adjusts the one-shoulder wolf head to both shoulders.
The right arm armor that was originally condensed into tentacles disappeared, turning into a streamlined shape as clean as frost and snow.
The Eye of Fate on the left shoulder was moved to the center of the eyebrows, and after closing, it winded into a rose-gold pattern of Fate.
If the martial soul is a three-pointed two-edged gun, Fang Ling can cope with the Erlang Zhenjun.
The grass leaves of the Blue Silver Emperor form a brilliant golden thread, crawling all over his body, and reflecting the natural formation of the Death God Pattern.
A headband appeared on the head, and the gray and golden gems representing the god's position merged into it.
The above changes are actually useless, they are just good-looking and can make people look more majestic.
At this time, the magic costume was finally completed.
The surface is filled with mercury texture, and the change of each ripples affects the endless gray-gold divine light.
The gray-gold mist surged out from the seven orifices, and the star-like divine mist was like silk threads, and it quickly penetrated into the uncured divine suit.
This is the first-hand energy control that Fang Ling learned from the panel, and from the most subtle points, he can quickly solidify the magic equipment that is shaping.
(This chapter ends)