"When?"

"Whether it's May or June hasn't been cleared yet...... Okay, okay, then I got it. ”

In the cabin, through the string window, the Saint Wu Ershi quietly watched the sea of clouds churning.

The vast sky, with the sun shining high, layers of white clouds, and thousands of weather, refracted strong solar rays.

At a glance, it gives people a sense of infinite grandeur of heaven and earth.

"It seems that we can only wait for the Central Research Institute to calculate the specific time...... It's best in May, but if it falls in June, it's a bit of a problem. "Wu Ershi's body and face are obviously much thinner than a few years ago.

It's easy to suppress divinity.

The transcendent person sublimates his sensibility and breaks the fourth limit of willpower, that is, he is a saint.

Initiates are not usually attached to one of the seven emotions.

Go hand in hand and comprehend it all, that is the pinnacle of sanctification.

However, suppressing the expansion of the Altar of the Gods, while facing an endless stream of gods, is indeed stressful...... You must know that the gods near the altar of the gods call it the apotheosis stage, which is three points stronger than the heyday, which is quite tricky.

Initiates are tired and sometimes worried.

"Alas. ”

Wu Ershi is not afraid of bloodshed or tiredness, but he is afraid of getting old: "I am forty-eight nine this year. Li Xuekong, the owner of the God Butcher Faith in the Pacific Theater and the Sage, is in his fifties, and his life span is coming to an end, and he will last for two more months at most...... If our old guys are gone, what will happen to the altar of so many gods, and what will happen to the arrival of gods in another dimension. ”

When you think of this...... Rao is a saint, and Wu Ershi also has troubles.

The bitter one is the short lifespan.

The trouble is what those gods in the other space are, what are their origins, and why are they the way they are?

"This catastrophe is in the past. ”

"But...... Next time. ”

"Do you want us saints to return to the country to guard the town? ”

After a long silence, Wu Ershi unbuckled the seat belt on the seat, walked to the cabin toilet, washed his face with a slight vicissitudes of life, and suddenly felt a faint sense of coolness. Although the saint breaks the fourth limit of the human body, the control of the face skin can be described as meticulous, the strength penetrates the body hair, there is no dust at all, let alone sweat and oil, and it is still clean without washing his face for a year or two, but washing his face and hair is a habit he has developed since childhood.

These habits were already part of his instincts.

After washing, shaking off the water droplets, Wu Ershi felt that his thinking was a little clearer, his energy was refreshed, and his eyes were shining.

Tick, tick, a drop of water splashed on the sink.

He looked up and looked in the mirror, as if he were scrutinizing.

His square face has a small number of wrinkles, bumps in childhood, and scars and pits in his youth, which are slightly rough and slightly realistic...... He didn't like the crystal face like glazed jade, so he adjusted some of it himself, otherwise the skin on the surface of the saint's body was like a gem.

Looking in the mirror, Wu Ershi lowered his head and dialed the communication of the next day: "Is there any progress in the God's Altar test plan, can it be torn?"

"All failed. ”

The next day, a deep voice came out, like a vast and calm sea: "Take time to let Tang Hong try." ”

Wu Ershi picked up a towel to wipe his face, and the picture of Tang Hong's broken arm and leg still being ferocious flashed in front of his eyes, as if the demon king in the depths of hell was born, pressing the god of disaster to the bottom of the Yellow River, and killing him with great strength.

At that scene, Wu Ershi was a little frightened.

Wu Ershi was not afraid, he was worried...... Tang Hong, who fused his beliefs, seemed to be on the verge of losing control of his reason.

Hopefully there won't be a problem.

The rare situation of the fusion of two beliefs is the first in the world, no experience, no guidance, Tang Hong does not have the support of people on the same road, it is easy to go astray.

Fortunately, Dr. Sang stayed in China, and Wu Ershi was a little relieved.

Wu Ershi said in a deep voice: "Then, will they interfere with this year's midsummer catastrophe." ”

It has the same pronunciation as Him, but represents something very different.

The concept is different, the tone is different, and the next day I can hear that the Sage Wu Ershi is talking about [Immortal].

The next day: "In the past, it has always been a bystander. "The next day is the first person in history to meet and communicate with the natural immortals, but he doesn't say anything about the content of the communication.

Wu Ershi said in a deep voice: "What I'm talking about is whether there will be another natural immortal. ”

"You ask me, I ask who goes. The next day, I only said two sentences and hung up.

"Hey. ”

Wu Ershi glanced at the phone screen, and then looked at the vicissitudes of life in the mirror.

He didn't understand.

Suppose the Immortal is absolutely neutral – it is not afraid of the arrival of the true gods, or does it not care that the divine breath envelops the world?

Since [Immortal] comes from the ancient years.

A long time ago, why did the gods who had come to this world retreat, Wu Ershi hated to grab a [Immortal] and pry out all the information in its head.

"Damn. ”

Wu Ershi stretched out his left palm, gently pressed it against the surface of the mirror splashed with a small amount of water, and walked out of the bathroom for a long time.

The mirror leaves a sweat-stained handprint.

Fingerprints are clearly visible.

......

Atlantic theater of operations.

On a large island.

Saint Enterer Li Xuekong bent down and laughed, and his finger nodded at Fang Nanxun in the air: "The vision is really accurate, Tang Hong has the power to enter the Holy Combat in less than a year, and I remember that it took a year and a half on the first day." ”

Listening to Fang Nanxun tell the origin of everything, Li Xuekong only felt funny, the original Tang Hong was actually a passing young man who happened to see Shen Zhan.

Fang Nanxun wiped out the cigarette butt with his fingers, pinched his chin and said, "A normal saint is estimated to not be able to kill a weak stage calamity god, but he must be uninjured, and he will not be injured by bloodshed. Tang Hong's lethality is strong, but his foundation is not enough, and it is not a way to go on like this. ”

The saints are strong in all aspects, in contrast, Tang Hong is relatively extreme, strong to strong, but his weaknesses are particularly obvious.

If it weren't for the ascension of the ultimate divine object, or without those two elements of sanctification, Tang Hong's comprehension and belief fusion would be useless. Every ultimate artifact is priceless, regardless of whether there is a second or not. Even if there were, there was not enough time now, and it would take at least half a year to take the ultimate artifact.

"That's right. ”

Li Xuekong diverted the topic: "What is Tang Hong's belief in fusion called, wait for Tang Hong to wake up and ask." ”

Li Xuekong bent over, turned his head sideways, and looked at the endless blue sea.

The other side.

Fang Nanxun's eyes flowed with noble golden light.

"It's a pity. ”

"The Calamity God does not easily leave the area near the altar of the gods. Fang Nanxun had some regrets.

Near the altar, that is the god of calamity in the deification stage, and it is difficult for a genius to kill him.

And leave the vicinity of the altar of the gods......

As long as it is not a special type of calamity god, most of the two Saints can be killed together.

"Transcendence to sanctification is the exploding period of our human race. Fang Nanxun knew in his heart that the normal advisor level had the ability to kill a regular god, and the normal saint was evenly matched with the god of calamity, and there was a danger level in between, and the transcendent sublimation to the sainthood would directly step over this level.

Simply.

According to the ascending curve of the transcendent system, sanctification is the flashpoint.

Thinking like this, rubbing his chin, Fang Nanxun's gaze fell on a few lines of small words below the briefing.

The vast majority of people only see the good news they want to see.

When disaster struck, nearly twenty advisor-level priests were either killed or seriously injured and left the scene, and it took seven days to single-handedly reverse the situation, dismantle the altar, and kill the cataclysmic gods.

Only a few people saw the small lines below the briefing and at the bottom of the post...... On the seventh day, the god-killer was extremely seriously injured in his internal organs, and his willpower was suspected to be exhausted, and he was unconscious.

......

Two disasters struck on the same day, with China successfully defending and Western Europe failing.

The transcendent world at the international level has caused an uproar.

"The seventh day of Huaguo?"

"I remember that he really manifested the genius mark in the last two months, how long has it been, less than two months, he has been able to kill a disaster god, and the disaster god in the weak stage is still a disaster!"

The last time, it didn't become famous until the seventh day, probably in late January.

It's late March.

This feels like a blink of an eye, and Tang Hong enters the sainthood with a single move, without the slightest hindrance.

This is very magical, as if the Dapeng bird was born out of thin air, spreading its wings and flying high, straight into the ninefold clouds: "I don't know which war zone Tang Hong is going to join." ”

"Tang Hong hasn't woken up yet!"

"He's very badly injured. ”

"What about the Western European continent, and there is an urgent need for the Holy Enter. "More people are paying attention to the disasters in Western Europe than the good news at home, and the situation is showing a little sign of collapse.

The negative aspects of the invasion of the gods of the other dimension have not been revealed.

The rift in the alternate space houses the higher gods......

God's Altar expands God's Breath......

But all kinds of inferences have not happened after all.

In the past ten years, when the transcendent was born and the war of resistance was in full swing, it was not that no one proposed that 'this divine war has basically no bad impact on the real world to this day, and there are no casualties among ordinary people due to the gods'.

The good days are over.

The catastrophe struck a huge turning point.

3.27 Disaster strikes, casualties on an island on the Western European continent: 129 killed, 357 missing, more than 1,000 injured. And this is only the casualty statistics on the first day, the casualty count is still increasing, and the casualties are no longer otherworldly.

Hundreds of gods converge on the altar of the gods.

Emergency evacuation of 100,000 people.

Social media and other online public opinion directly exploded.

——

Time passes.

A week later.

Birds were chirping outside the window, spring flowers were blooming, and Tang Hong woke up from his slumber.

"Hmm. ”

Tang Hong's mind moved, he checked himself, and was surprised to find that the injuries on his body had healed.

He glanced at the electronic watch hanging on the wall, and the date showed April 3rd, only a week later...... When did the treatment speed of the Type 19 device become so fast, Tang Hong thought that it would take at least half a month.

The corner of his eye moved, Tang Hong's afterglow swept away, and Dr. Sang's face was tired, and he leaned sideways and slept on the opposite bunk.

There are also two or three standard transcendents in the room, either sitting and meditating, or bowing their heads to read, listen to songs and watch movies.

The sunlight shone into the room and fell on the quilt, and the fresh and clean air blew through the bright room: "The altar of the gods has broken again, and I have killed the god of calamity at the bottom of the Yellow River." Tang Hong recalled the vague impression before the coma, the mighty river flowed eastward, the loess on the north bank collapsed, and before the coma, the complicated face of the saint Wu Ershi left a deep impression on Tang Hong.

It's hard to find peace at this time.

No one spoke, no one moved.

Tang Hong thought about it, pursed his mouth, and covered it with a light and small quilt.

"Why is the Doctor here?"

"Oops, I'm in a coma for this time...... What did he do to me. Tang Hong looked at the ceiling and fell into deep thought for a while.

A moment later.

Tang Hong noticed that Dr. Sang on the opposite side rubbed his tired eyes twice and woke up.

Both of them were lying on their backs, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"Doctor. ”

Tang Hong asked the question hidden in his heart: "The words "omniscient and all-powerful and supreme beings...... You know what that means. ”

After speaking.

There was a moment of silence.

Dr. Sang instantly turned over, sat up directly, and looked at Tang Hong in dismay.