Chapter 1998: Ruomu

After the two people walked away, the respectful color of Xiaoye’s true **** face slowly faded.

Several of them glanced at the bodies of the two true gods, and then they looked at each other and rushed over.

Just now they have handed over their entire family to these two real gods, and now naturally they have to come back with this!

These two superior gods have a very good net worth. They ransacked them again, and I am afraid they should be developed.

Soon the black and white two objects on the top of the real God, as well as the Sui ring were cleaned by them, and finally distributed by the median **** Xiao Ye, he is the leader of this group.

"What are the two real gods in the end? What can even be seen in the real God?" One of the lower gods said with a strange face. #_#67356

"Hey, you can kill these two big brothers with your hands. How can you look at these rubbish? You didn't see the young people lazy to do it, just a few hundred gods," Xiao Ye exclaimed. "The two Big Brother is also a long-distance eye. I think most of the two people came out of the floating island..."

"You mean those who are wealthy?" asked another lower god, his eyes wide open.

"Even if it is the lower **** of the giants, it is impossible to solve these two true gods so easily?" Another older **** shook his head.

Time The giants of the sea are legendary beings for the vast majority of true gods in the universe. The true God who comes out of it is the elite of the elite.

The following real-life gods challenge the median true **** outside the giants. It is not very unusual, but the more two levels easily kill each other... This is too ridiculous.

......

The border of the offensive land...

"The land of non-attack is suppressed by the true meaning of the bones. The stronger it is, the more it is suppressed. If I enter the swords, I will find out," said the squat under the cloak. You are here."

The difficulty of suppressing a saint and suppressing a true **** is naturally different.

Luo Zheng smiled slightly: "Nine 姨 can also participate in the Tao dispute..."

With nine feet shaking his head slightly, "I have to assist the two apprentices of Gu Bei, who asked me to be counted again by you?"

Luo Zheng originally thought that the inclusion of Jiuyi was involved in the helplessness. Now think about it. Luo Zheng’s entry into the floating island was originally quite dangerous. The only thing that can escape with Luo Zheng is only nine. She may be involved in the calculations of Luo Wei.

Of course, the inclusion of Jiuyi itself is also willing.

Now there is no illusion to seek control of the whirlpool forest, afraid to alarm those saints, including the nine will return to Xianfu, temporarily Ning Yudie and others into her purple pole world, and then continue to assist the net without magic and Yu Shenfeng action……

"Well," Luo Zheng nodded, then turned his head and entered the border of the non-attack.

When he entered the border, an invisible breath suddenly enveloped him... #6.7356

After the deities, most of the true spirits of the gods are ancient and long-lasting. After all, the life expectancy of many true gods is a time span of several gods and even dozens of gods. This time span is several orders of magnitude longer than the time of secondary inspiration.

But Luo Zheng’s breath in the land of non-attacks really feels what is eternal.

The vicissitudes of this breath are like an invisible arrow. From the beginning of time to the end of time, it seems that all the destruction in this world can not be squandered!

"This is the smell of the bones? It's amazing..."

Like all the true gods who stepped into this land, the first time they felt this breath was very shocking.

Looking at Luo Zheng stood in the same place and felt the breath, with a slight smile, and the cloak was closed, it disappeared from the place...

The "Ruomu domain" covered by the non-attack land is a large domain in the realm of the gods, and the scope is quite large for the true gods.

After getting used to the breath, Luo Zheng continued to move forward with his cloak.

This road with Jiuyi's choice for him is quite remote. There are rare people on the road. Occasionally, some real gods are bowed, and even the faint color is revealed. There is no intention to talk.

After walking for about half a month, Luo Zheng saw a huge shadow on the distant blue sky.

The shadow is like an infinite behemoth, located very far away...

"What about wood?"

Luo Zheng’s eyes flashed slightly.

He heard that Ruomu is not high, and it is the only one of the four gods that grows horizontally. Like the eucalyptus, it takes root in the water and grows wildly in the sea in Ruomu, until it completely covers the sea, and then stops expanding.

As he continued to move forward, and the distance from Ruomu was getting closer, the huge shadow became clearer and clearer.

The true God that came across this road has also increased.

Most of these true gods are in groups of three and five.

Among them, there are even hundreds of people wearing uniform costumes, marching in line, apparently some well-trained family children...

After walking for more than half a month, Luo Zheng’s ear heard a wave of waves.

"Oh la la..."

He saw the thick rhizome of the distant wood, like the big feet of the behemoth, lying on the surface of the sea, forming an extremely wide road that stretched to the shore.

On the coast, there is a sacred city. From the inside of this **** city, there is a slender building that goes to the sky, like a giant sword pointed at the sky! In addition to this giant sword, the high and low staggered buildings inside the city of God are almost all a style.

So from a distance, the interior of this **** city seems to have countless swords, giving people a different look and feel.

"It’s not the swordsman," Luo Zheng saw the **** city, his face smiled slightly, and the culture of the sword was completely branded in this race.

"噗通!"

"噗通!"

At this time, not far from the true gods carrying the long sword, suddenly fell to the city of the gods, worshipped in the snow, wiped the snow on his body, and then proceeded...

Not far away, they once again kneel down, worship and go forward...

For the true gods of these swords, the woods are their way of pilgrimage. The piety revealed on their faces is not aimed at Ruomu, but on the reverence of the swords.

When he arrived at the city of God, Luo Zheng saw a row of guards wearing black and white quilts in front of the city gate.

They lined up in a row, their faces were solemn, and a stock was released with great anger.

If it is a temperamental traitor, it will be extremely uncomfortable in the face of this awesome!

Most of the gods in the gods need to pay the gods and coins in order to enter them. But this **** city does not have such a tradition. All the true gods who come to participate in the Taoist battles only need to present a Sanskrit, and they can enter and expand at will. Printing can also be...

It is not difficult to get a copy of Sanskrit.

"Hey, hello, young man, do you have Sanskrit? No Sanskrit, but you can't get in!" On the roadside of the city gate, a man with a sullen face is waving toward Luo Zhengzhao. He said "哗啦" A bunch of white paper was shaken out, and the Sanskrit on the white paper was naturally printed. The top layer was even covered with gold powder, glittering with golden brilliance. "One **** coin..."

Luo Zheng glanced at it, then shook his head slightly.

The structure of Sanskrit is quite simple, and the information contained in it is not very large. At first glance, it is a big road.

"How about two? A **** vowel two..." The next real **** to see Luo Zheng's interest is not big, more powerful sales: "My Sanskrit is out of print, as long as you realize the meaning, benefit!" ^_^67356