It shouldn't be this way!

The heroes of yesteryear looked at the mortals who possessed the power of the law with jealous eyes, and although they said that it would be good, they did not lie with a faint hatred in their eyes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 In the eyes of most heroes, demigods, mortals who suddenly have access to power are like thieves who have stolen their dignity and status. The loss of possession is the most terrible, and when the people they need to look down look at them with the same downward gaze, their hearts are bleeding, even if those people haven't shown it yet.

Contradictions are always multifaceted, and one person or one thing cannot cause contradictions alone. No one is going to walk well and suddenly point at someone and scold, unless it's a nervous disorder.

One success story after another stirred the peace of mind of most mortals, who did not aspire to become a hero and climb to the top amid the cheers of the mountains and tsunamis, and these mortals, who had already possessed powers, or called magic, began to impart their thoughts and experiences in praise and flattery. The success of one person doesn't mean anything, but what about two? What about three? There are always smart people who can find common ground in these cases.

You don't need more, just one is enough.

Even the gods on high have noticed the condition of mortals.

Far away in the middle of the Southern Regions, Rossi also discovered these things, and many people possessed magic power overnight, and magic power is a power that is completely different from the divine source power. The divine source power comes from the gods, so it is called the divine source, which means that the source of power comes from the gods. But magic is very different, let's call it magic first, this power is born between nature, no sacrifice, no worship, as long as the brain is emptied, let the consciousness transcend the body, you will inevitably be able to find those invisible little things in ordinary life.

It's a bit complicated, the so-called meditation is a kind of conscious emptiness. It is difficult for people to completely empty their brains, and the active cerebral cortex is always constantly feeding back all the information generated in various forms, and the center will show it in people's minds through this information. This is a very profound knowledge, Taoists call it zaithan, bald people call zazen, in fact, they all mean the same.

The first step to being able to meditate properly is to know how to sleep.

Sleeping is also a very esoteric science, and many top athletes have the same ability as the one called Yasuo Nobi - fall to the ground in three seconds, complete a deep sleep in the air, and when the whole person falls on the bed and the head is not yet solid, he has already fallen asleep completely.

Many people have had an experience, for example, chatting with friends in the dormitory, chatting and chatting and suddenly someone asks, "Why are you snoring", you obviously feel that you are not asleep, and you have been chatting with your friends, how can you snore? Of course, if you can keep it up all the time, and empty your brain and calm the abnormal activity of the cerebral cortex, then this is the "meditation" that those Shinto people crave the most, and it can also be said to be meditation.

The concepts of time and space have become blurred, difficult to describe in words, and can only be known after experiencing them for yourself. (I learned meditation and meditation when I was a child, but I didn't stick to it when I was older.) Meditation is a magical thing, and at first you will find it boring, boring, and boring. This is because the cerebral cortex is too active and distracted by distracted information. When I gradually mastered the mind of emptiness, two or three hours were spent almost without any concept, which was amazing!)

Gods, demigods, and heroes have also tried this method to capture new laws, and some have succeeded, but many have failed.

The reason for the failure is simple, how can a tank full of milk be filled with clean water and the bottom can be clearly seen?

Fortunately, every day, mortals grasp a certain amount of law power, so that the invasion of the dead into the mortal world becomes slower.

Rosie also came to his senses for a while, but unfortunately, he found nothing.

And during this time, another great event happened - the king of the dead, the god of the underworld and the king of the dead, the king of the dead, suddenly appeared in the mortal world. The first thing he did was to establish his own Throne of Bones in the central passage. Countless dry bones piled up and towered into the clouds, and the avatar of death was high in the clouds, looking down on the whole world. Unlike those gods who have become more or less weakened, no matter how the law of death changes, it cannot escape the word "death".

The definition of death has never changed, it will not change now, and it will not change in the future.

As soon as this god was born, it immediately attracted the attention of many forces. They had to pay attention to the dynamics of this god of the underworld, because as far as the current world was concerned, he was really too strong! Even from hundreds of thousands of kilometers away, they could smell the rancid smell from afar, and the wisps of yellow-brown dead air in the air condensed and covered the entire central passage all day long. Even the gods didn't dare to approach La Motte easily, because at this time, they could no longer use the law to fight against the law, so they could only watch from afar.

The whole world is changing day by day, and both gods and men are becoming more cautious.

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"You mean, you didn't even have the courage to fight, so you fled?", Lamotte, who was high in the clouds, wore a robe with gold trim on a black background, and the white and gold silk threads on the robe outlined large and small runes and lines, which represented death. His body changed shape, he became strong and tall, and there was not a trace of blood on his pale face, only some purple veins hidden under the thin skin. He looked like a gentleman, and had little to do with the god of the underworld.

The red-haired girl lowered her head, not daring to say a superfluous word, and her whole body was trembling. She was afraid, she had died once, and she understood the beauty of being alive. In the face of even the main god and the god king, she would not have too much fear, but when facing this god of the underworld, she was really scared from the bottom of her heart.

She raised her head slightly, and finally didn't have the courage to look at the eyes that didn't have the whites of her eyes, as if she wanted to justify, but in the end they all turned into submission, "Yes...... The strength of that guy completely restrained my strength, and I could feel that he was our natural enemy. ”

Ramott's face was expressionless, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the red-haired girl was sucked into his palm. He opened his fingers and firmly grasped the head of the red-haired girl, who had no desire to resist and could only accept his fate. Her face was pale and terrible, sweating like rain, her eyes unconsciously turned upward, she almost couldn't see her pupils, her whole body lost her strength, and she was limp by Lamotte's head and lifted her in the air.

After a moment, Ramott furrowed his brow and threw the red-haired girl out. After a few flicks on the ground, her strength returned to her body and she barely stood up.

"It's really interesting power, I won't be angry with you about this. Lamote frowned and thought for a while, as soon as he stretched out his hand, a white bone scythe stretched out from the skin of his palm that pierced the palm of his palm, "I give you the strength, the power to kill that guy, don't let me down again!"

The red-haired girl's lips were bleeding, and she stepped forward and grabbed the scythe, took a few steps back, and half-knelt on the ground, and bowed her head heavily. After a few moments, she turned and walked, took a few steps and began to run, leaping into the air, turning into a crow that had always been red, piercing through the clouds with a high-pitched chirping, and disappearing into the distant sky in a blink of an eye.

Lamotte touched his chin and laughed playfully.

Holy Force?

Interesting!