It's been another two years of landslide, and the hardships are silent and fearless.

Nothingness is powerlessness, no direction, no ambition, and no thought. Before taking a step towards Zuihou, the exhausted Spear King couldn't help but ask, "What if, if things don't go as Mr. thinks, and Nezu changes his mind?"

Thirteen Lang didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, and he was tired and empty to the extreme, so he replied casually: "The bird is hidden in the bow, the rabbit is dead and the dog is cooked, the bird is not exhausted and the rabbit is not captured, why did his old man change his mind?"

Perhaps thinking that he was well prepared, or because he was really resigned to his fate, Thirteen Lang kept walking, swaying like a hundred-clawed monster and straight out of the mountain. The Gun King sighed secretly and followed closely beside him, always in a worried mood.

"Change of mind" didn't happen, the unfinished words of the gun king couldn't be spoken, the moment the three-square barrier was emptied, the scene two years ago happened again, and only the people who received the spell became two.

The three stars settled, and the surrounding shijie collapsed again, but its center was no longer the mountain, but the formation that was trampled under the feet of the two. Fortunately or wonderfully, I don't know if it's because the Gun King also contributed to this process, or because the old man Nezu knew that Thirteen Lang was difficult to bear and take care of, or if it was simply a rule;

That's a good thing. Because the accompanying mana is used with various mixed memories, but Thirteen Lang does not have the ability to transfer it with mana, thus reducing the risk. As a result, Thirteen Lang couldn't help but have a thought, if he had invited the whole family to come out to break the mountain before, and divert the cultivation to improve the realm, wouldn't everyone be happy?

The thought flashed, and at this moment Shisanro did not have time to review his gains and losses, and his energy was quickly attracted by what he saw. His gaze followed the three stars to Kunlun again. I saw the black lotus hidden in the altar in the tower again, and saw it unfold the second lotus leaf, and its vitality became even stronger.

It's a feeling of being reborn.

What will happen if the magic lotus is fully unfolded? Thirteen Lang didn't have time and was not in the mood to think about it, he knew the limit of his ability, and it was unknown whether he could survive this time, so how could he manage it later.

The great force of the flood washed again. The demon cultivators in the Kunlun Hall once again experienced the great horror of the heavens and the earth cracking, and they still couldn't figure out the origin of the facts. The saddest thing is undoubtedly the Tsing Yi monk from the Heavenly Wolf, everything he got before was mostly in vain, and his cultivation quickly fell below the god of transformation, and it is still continuing.

"No!"

The mournful wails echoed in all corners, and Thirteen Lang saw Tsing Yi, other demon cultivators scattered everywhere, and even Lin Wanrong, who had just come out of that tower, and the figure of the Great Elder Shining.

He saw their changes. Seeing the difference between the two of them and Sky Wolf Tsing Yi, seeing what Blue Bottle was busy with, he saw her gaze.

Thirteen Lang recognized that look, not by the familiarity of his gaze, but by the feeling he had experienced twice in Randance City, so he affirmed his inference: the blue bottle is the Lingmiao Dharma Venerable, that is, Miaomiao.

From an endless distance, the blue bottle seemed to see him as well. His expression was shocked, but he was more unwilling and resentful.

"It's really you!"

Why do you say that it is serious? What does the Blue Bottle, the Lingmiao Dharma Venerable, or the Miaomiao know, and what will he do now? Thirteen Lang didn't know. I don't care. Because he felt that if he could meet him face to face at this time, he could easily and definitely kill him with his own hands. In other words, the blue bottle in his eyes is already a dead man.

The dead are not worth taking to heart, but they need to be killed with their own hands. The first thing for Shisanro to do is to keep himself alive and make sure not to be overwhelmed by that great force.

The deity, the clone, and the Spear King, the three empty bottles were quickly filled with the mighty liliang from the mountain peak, and began to climb to a higher realm. According to Thirteen Lang's estimates. At this time, the process of the entire upheaval is only half small, which means another thing, unless the miracle like last time happens again, and the star mark on the chest comes to the rescue, and the two need to find another way.

The wise man never wanted to pin his hopes on things that he couldn't control, and after exchanging glances with each other, the Gun King took out the pill from his arms and said, "Mr. Lao is protecting the Dharma for me. ”

Thirteen Lang also took out a pill of rebirth and responded seriously: "If you die, I will sit on this mountain and not come out." ”

The Spear King was slightly flustered, but he didn't say anything superfluous, raised his hand and sent the Death Pill into his mouth, sat cross-legged and adjusted his breath and condensed, and guided Xiu Wei to enter the Sea of Knowledge.

Thirteen Lang shook slightly and released the doppelganger, swallowed the pill of death, and began to sit quietly and begin to take care of the world.

On the road, the haode strategy is set, and when the giant force cannot be vented, the gun king shocks the god and breaks through the realm. The difference is that Shisanlang was originally Jihua for the Gun King to transfer the transition mana, but at this time it became the Gun King to absorb directly, so he increased the stakes and ordered the clone to try the same thing.

A doppelganger is a doppelganger, and it can't conjure a rouge bird out of thin air, let alone copy the star seal, and its physique is pure, weaker than the deity, but it has many fewer restrictions, so it can do so.

Simpler, but also more sinister.

That curse-like sentence has no practical meaning, at most it is a temptation.

Does it count as a counterattack? The intensity is not great, but its attitude is resolute

The transformation of monks into gods is often expressed as the unity of heaven and man, which means that people who have reached this level are no longer people in the pure sense, but have a certain degree of integration with the heaven and earth in which they live, sensing each other, figuring each other out, and even sharing glory and loss. It is rumored that every time a god-transforming monk is added, the interface where it is located, that is, heaven and earth, will increase a liliang, just like a new root of a big tree, an additional tributary of the ocean, and a deeper heritage. On the other hand, if the monk dies, it means that the tree and the sea will add a wound, and its depth and pain will be determined by the monk's cultivation and degree of integration.

If this is true, it means that it is better for the Avatar Monk to only increase rather than decrease, otherwise the interface will gradually decline due to "injury" until it eventually dies. In order to perfect, or purely to comfort themselves, the monks "invented" another theory: after the death of the incarnate monk, his perception of heaven and earth would return to nature, just as fallen leaves turned into fertilizer, which continued to nourish the body.

Monk Shouyuan, and even the Shouyuan of the Xiuzhen Realm, are usually not comparable to the interface, so this theory cannot be verified. There is no need to dwell on things that cannot be verified, but what is recognized by all monks is that the impact of the god is the most important threshold for monks. Not one of them.

There are countless examples of this, the most obvious of which is that the Avatar is the only state in the monastic process where the concept of "false" exists, which is not unlike any other level known. For example, what people often say about fake babies and fake pills does not mean that there is a problem with the advancement of monks. It's that it hasn't started to rush through at all, and it's only stuck at the previous extremely close level.

This is not the case with the transformation of the gods, it exists a real "fake", on the surface it is the transformation of the gods, but because the integration with the heaven and earth does not meet the standard, it will not be able to advance an inch in the future.

People use such an example as evidence that "the transformation of the gods is the most important", on the one hand, to express the awe of heaven and earth and the respect for the monks, but also to a certain extent to show the difficulty of impacting the gods, even the heavens and the earth know that it is too difficult to transform the gods, so the monks are allowed to enter it in a flexible way, although they ruthlessly cut off their back path.

It's hard to turn into a god. It means that there are many things to do before impacting the gods, and it takes a lot of effort to prepare, and to adjust one's condition to the best.

At this moment, what is the status of the doppelganger of the Gun King and the Thirteen Lang?

The answer is: except for cultivation, the rest are a mess!

What will be the result of such a state of impacting the gods?

Whoever is asked to answer will probably come to the same conclusion: it's either dead or it's a fake

Heaven and earth roared. The whole shijie changed color, and above the canon tower, the blue bottle turned pale. Looking around, the gaze is constantly changing between lazy and cold, and it is difficult to freeze and sigh long.

"Do you really need to do this?"

Behind them, Lin Wanrong and the Great Elder of the Shining Spirit looked sluggish, their bodies shook and even trembled, their breaths were thick but uneven, and their cultivation was up and down like a boat on the head of a wave. At a glance, the two of them seemed to have countless silk threads wrapped around their bodies. At the end was the body of the blue bottle, held in the palm of her hand.

The silk thread kept flashing, echoing the ups and downs of the breath of the two, as if maintaining, and as if extracting. The hesitant blue bottle gritted her teeth several times. In the end, it is still hesitant to make a choice.

"I worked hard to raise three slaves, and I didn't attract a single prey"

Boom! The sky suddenly exploded and thundered, and the blue bottle raised her head in shock, her already discolored face turned even paler, and she screamed on the spot.

"It can't be!"

The sky was brighter and brighter, and the sky was brighter than the twenty-two stars that remained. As far as the eye can see, with a certain point far away as the center, the sky is mighty and thunderous, and the tide-like clouds are wrapped in the tide-like demonic energy and gather to the center;

"Transformation of the Gods, this is the Transformation of the Gods!"

The lazy look on Blue Bottle's face was gone, the coldness was dispelled, and only disbelief remained in her eyes, accompanied by a deep hatred and a little panic.

After hundreds of years of planning and countless efforts, things have developed to the point where they are completely out of his control.

Someone actually turned into a god here? Someone dared to turn into a god under her nose! More importantly, judging from the direction of the heavenly change, Blue Bottle could determine at a glance who caused it

"Xiao, ten, three, Lang!"

The celestial omen was real, no matter how terrible her shouts were, she couldn't stop it, and after a while, the blue bottle, who had settled down a little, fell silent, staring at the celestial mutant image with her eyes fixed on it, while counting in her heart.

The distance was too far, and she didn't have the ability to see whether the other party succeeded or failed, so she changed the method and roughly inferred from the length of time that Tianzhao lasted.

The Celestial Omen, recorded in the classics, or in the empirical theory of the Blue Bottle, can be as short as half an hour, as long as two or three hours, or even longer, and it is rumored that this item is related to the strength of advanced monks, but there is no specific standard.

Half an hour passed, and the heavenly omen showed no signs of dissipation, and Lan Bottle'er's heart gradually settled, and her expression gradually became real.

An hour passed, and another hour passed, and another blue bottle's face changed again, and it became more and more difficult to believe what he was seeing.

"How is that possible?"

Four hours later, it was difficult for the blue bottle to look at it anymore and wait, so she resolutely turned around and raised her hand to press the top of Lin Wanrong's head.

"King's Landing, the world!"

The doppelganger does not make a positive description, the deity is the point that time, avoiding repetition and meaninglessness.

In addition, the thirteenth master has been simplified, and the god can't be like that anyway. I have designed the framework of the picture, to have the attention of thousands of people, to deter the enemy, to have the relatives to be fast, the enemy to be painful, but also to have the violent catharsis after enduring to the extreme, so that it is enough to drag and ruthless.

Well, that image is very stingy, I've thought about it many times in my head, and it's still being perfected.

In addition, although I have not been surfing the Internet much recently, I still see the opinions of some book friends, mostly concentrated in the sixth volume, such as obscure, scattered, and so on.

I think this is normal, because the sixth volume is essentially a revelation, which is essential to the theme of forging immortals. In terms of expression, I originally used the word shuffling the order, accompanied by fallacies, stripping, etc., which is why it seems like this. When designing this part, Lao Gun used his brains a lot, wrote it and added it temporarily, and improved it, and finally dedicated it to everyone.

To put it mildly, Lao Gun has always felt that his IQ is good, and if you can understand all the things that you have written with so many brains, if you can understand them all in five minutes, wouldn't it seem that I am incompetent?

Hehe, in short, it's just that meaning, it doesn't matter if you really don't understand it, wait for the end of the sixth volume, pick out the part about the blood domain and read it all, and it will naturally be integrated.

Regarding this issue, I will borrow someone's mouth in the text to mention it a little, and it will not be too verbose, please rest assured

(To be continued......)