Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

The higher the climb, the stronger the strength of the other side of the light.

Luo Nian confirmed this very early.

However, there is no obvious demarcation point in the page ladder, and the upper page is always stronger than the next layer.

Now that there is a cut-off point, Luo Nian’s interest has naturally increased.

He squats on the side of the page, pointing his finger toward the deep red light.

At the moment of touching the red light, Luo Nian saw a sword, a very simple sword.

The hilt is wrapped in a white cloth and the wear is very serious.

The blade is even more pitted, and there are fine cracks distributed among them.

But this is the ordinary sword, and the amazing energy is always scattered!

"Where is this sword? It seems to be a tower..."

Luo Nian's fingers squat on the red light, which can adjust his perspective.

The interior of the tower is very empty, surrounded by the other side of the token, looks neat...

"Is this a cultivation tower of a civilization?"

Luo Nian had observed it before, and there were some other tokens arranged around the other side of the letter.

After some civilizations and forces collect the tokens on the other side, they are used by disciples in the family.

This tower is no exception.

However, compared with the scene observed by Luo Nian, the other side of the letter here is more comprehensive.

While Luo Nian was watching the tower, the old man on the top of the tower suddenly slammed and his body flashed into the tower.

He is connected with the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Tower, and every move in the tower can be perceived.

Just a moment, he noticed that someone was watching in the tower.

The old man’s actions also caught the attention of the young people of Qingpao. After a blind eye, the youth of the Qingpao also came to the old man.

"Old man, what's wrong?" asked the young man in Qingpao.

The old man’s eyes glanced around and circled his face. He said, “Someone is observing the heaven and earth.”

The youth of Qingpao also followed the movement of the old man and smiled. "Isn’t the old man an illusion? Today is not a bell-and-clock day, how..."

"Don't talk!" The old man scolded harshly.

The old man is very amiable, and the young green robes are very arrogant in front of him, and rarely reprimanded with such a harsh tone.

Qingpao youth also knew that the situation was wrong, and the interest closed.

The old man continually swam in the thirty-first floor of the Tianhuang Xuanhuang Tower, and finally stayed in the middle of the thirty-three layers, and his eyes fell on the sword.

Solitary sword.

A hard-to-evaluate token on the other side.

Who was the former user, unknown.

What is the ability, not clear.

The only clear thing is that the eternal meaning of the sword can fuse it.

But how to use it after integration, unknown...

After the old man's almost metamorphosis talent is merged, he can't play its role. It seems that this thing is an ordinary sword.

But the old man does not believe it.

He placed the solitary sword in the heaven and earth Xuanhuang tower, just want to wait for a good person.

"it's here!"

The voice of the old man is a little trembling.

The mysterious observer did not hide his gaze.

Qingpao youth stared at the solitary sword and looked at it.

This lonely sword he also tried to carry, and the result is the same as the old man, failure...

"Is there something in the sword? Is it a soul? Or even awkward?"

After watching a few eyes, the young green robes even sniffed out their noses and didn't smell them.

"No..." The old man continued, "This gaze comes from the other side of the other side!"

When I heard the old man say this, the pupils of the Qingpao youth slammed. "Old man, are you sure?"

"OK!" said the old man.

The youth of the Qingpao is also shocked by the look. "This, this..."

He dared not question the old man.

The old man will never talk nonsense about this matter.

The old man stared at the solitary sword for a while, and the eyes behind the solitary sword continued to observe.

"Can you hear the old voice?" asked the old man.

“Can you respond to the old?” the old man asked again.

"Who are you, where are you..."

Luo Nian on the steps of the page certainly heard the sound and saw them.

He clearly sees the nostrils of the youth of the Qingpao.

The tower and the owner of the tower are probably not too small, and Luo Nian also wants to communicate with him.

The old man is keenly aware of his own gaze, which is already very amazing. No one can observe himself before!

Luo Nian wants to answer the old man's words.

The problem is that he can't do it at all...

"How to communicate?"

"Use consciousness?"

"This light is one-way, it is impossible to transmit sound!"

Luo Nian’s ants like hot pots.

At this time, the youthful eyes of the young robes in the Tianhuang Xuanhuang Tower turned and immediately said, "If you can hear us, you can not observe for a while!"

"Do not observe? Yes, this is also a simple communication!"

Luo Nianzhao did, his fingers left the red light.

The old man noticed that the gaze behind the lone sword disappeared.

"He can hear us talking," the old man showed a hint of joy.

Not only can you hear, but you can understand their language!

The youth of Qingpao was extremely clever, and this one-way observation channel could not communicate at all, but he quickly came up with a way of communication. "Since you can understand our language, we should be able to write our words," Qingpao Youth continued. "You remember, please follow what I said. We use side, sing, swear, swear, policy, Grab, 啄, 磔 eight strokes in order

write! ”

"The point is the side, it is one, the horizontal is the second, the vertical is the third, the hook is the fourth, the second is the rule, the five is the rule, the second is the six, the short is the seven, the Why is it eight!"

"Your gaze is a bit of a flash, two consecutive flashes for one horizontal, three for a vertical, four for a hook, and so on."

The texts of the world are composed of these eight strokes.

The other party can't talk, but can control his own eyes, which has the possibility of communication.

When the old man heard that he had proposed this plan, he smiled a little. It was not unusual to use the word-breaking method to communicate, but he could think of it temporarily, and his brain was really fast.

"Old man, it's up to you," Qingpao robe swayed.

The old man asked the first question, "Who are you?"

At the other end, Luo Nian thought about it, and his fingers twitched lightly on the red light.

Six times, eight more.

One by one is for people.

The old man’s face changed dramatically.

"Old man, he replied? So fast?" Qingpao youth is also anxious.

"Six, eight," the old man said two numbers.

"People!" The green robe youth has drawn this word in his mind, and his face has changed dramatically. "It is a human spirit!"

"Impossible, the four spirits can not return to the main world, it is impossible to go back, it can not be human spirit!" The old man shook his head.

On the other side, Luo Nian is inexplicable.

What kind of ghost is the human spirit?

I am a human!

So Luo Nian began to use his fingers to play with the red light.

The word "family" is harder to write than people.

First fiddle with it, then fiddle with it twice, and then six times... The word "family" of Luo Nian has not been written, and the word has appeared in the mind of the old man.