Gate of God

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Holy Rain Pond, the fourth heavy day.

Seven or eight disciples of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion are watching the battlefield map above their heads. Compared with the previous surprises and doubts, they now obviously have no one to pay attention to the uprightness not far away.

After all, Fang Zhengzhi's time on the fourth day is too long, and it has long lost their interest in challenges.

And Fang Zhengzhi now apparently did not pay attention to the disciples around Tiandao Pavilion.

His eyes were fixed on the ever-changing battlefield map, and it felt like he was completely immersed in another world.

In fact, in Founder's mind, there is indeed a world now.

It was a battlefield, a **** battlefield.

Fang Zhengzhi is also a person who has seen the blood on the battlefield. In the sea of ​​the Cangling Mountain, the fierce battle of Yanjing City, especially in the southern region.

In the scene where tens of thousands of demon soldiers, soldiers from the Southern Region and Sergeant Daxia were fighting, the land was stained with red in that war, and tens of thousands of lives were lost.

A cruel scene.

However, no matter which of these wars, compared with the cruelty of the war in front of it, it is obviously too much.

Or……

The war in front of us can no longer be described as cruel.

Because this is a corpse of mountains and a sea of ​​fire, countless corpses piled up on the ground, one layer at a time, the flame burned on the corpses, sending out a **** breath.

And in the middle of the battlefield.

There are countless figures constantly fighting, each figure has red eyes like blood, seems to have been completely mad.

A kind of madness in killing.

"Ah!!!" A miserable voice sounded, and then those **** eyes turned to Fangzheng, and it seemed as if new prey had been found in both eyes.

"Huh?" Fang Zhengzhi shouted subconsciously, but he found that he could not speak at all, and there was no sound in his throat.

But at this time...

Those figures have rushed towards him.

As we approached, Fang Zhengzheng could clearly see that the weapons that were supposed to be cold, there was no cold light at the moment, only blood, just like the blood condensed on the weapon.

"Kill!" cried out.

Shock the sky.

Founder Zheng subconsciously wanted to reach out and shoot these things to death.

However, without knowing why, his hand could not be lifted at all, and there was no trace of strength all over him.

what happened?

Fang Zhengzhi's face changed slightly, and he was ready to run.

But this still seems to be an extravagant hope, because his feet are like nails to the ground, not to mention running, not even flashing.

"Prick!" The figure who first reached Fang Zhengzhi raised his long knife, and the long knife with blood condensed directly penetrated Fang Zhengzhi's body.

It hurts!

Biting pain!

"I..." Fang Zhengzhi wanted to greet the other party, for example, it was so ruthless, does your sister know? However, the moment he saw the other person's face, his thoughts were taken back.

Because that face is too draconian, twisted facial features, and skin covered with thick black hair and scale armor, and sharp corners protruding from the top of the head.

It is clear……

This is not the humanity that Founder knows.

Well, the sister of the other party is obviously not very greeted. After all, Fang Zhengzheng's taste is not important to the point that even the sister of this kind of thing does not let go.

"It hurts...No, I should be on the fourth day of Shengyuchi?! Why did I come here suddenly? Where is this? Is that picture scroll?" Fang Zhengzhi shook his head vigorously.

He wanted to tell himself that all this was an illusion.

However, the sting was too real, and his spirit was a little trembling from the truth, just like those knives really penetrated his body.

Why is this happening?

Fourth day...

Is it that everyone sees this scene in their own eyes?

"Prick!" Fang Zhengzheng hadn't had time to continue to think about it. The second long knife had already penetrated Fang Zhengzhen's body again.

The strong tingling came again.

And at this moment, Fang Zhengzhi's heart also inexplicably had a strong killing intention rising, like a mass of dry wood was lit by flames.

Strong killing intent, attacking his body, and his spirit.

And, strangely...

Fang Zhengzhi has a feeling that this killing intention seems to belong to him, or that this killing intention has always been buried in his body.

"Kill, kill all these things!"

"No, it's an illusion, you can't kill it. If you kill it, you will count!"

The two voices sounded in Founder's mind almost at the same time, just like two different wishes fighting in the mind.

And at this time, the third knife has been stabbed.

"Thorn!" The violent pain, like the waves, swept up the murderous intention originally, also at this moment madly surging, that violent killing intention seemed to devour the entire body of Fang Zhengzheng.

Fourth day...

Fourth day!

what exactly is it? !

...

Fang Zhengzhi's body shivered involuntarily when he experienced a stabbing pain, and the expression on his face was even more fierce.

And more importantly, there is an inexplicable murder intention on Fang Zhengzheng.

This also made the seven or eight disciples of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion who were watching the battlefield map around them feel a trace of doubt, and all of them looked subconsciously towards Fang Zheng.

"Huh? What's wrong with this guy?"

"Is it because I can't pass this fourth heaven, and I renounce myself?"

"It is possible! I heard that in addition to cracking the battlefield map, this fourth heavy day will also test a person's desire and concentration. Although this guy is genius, but his age is too young, the practice time is still short, and , Who was born in a mountain village, should not be strong in concentration!"

"It makes sense to say that the mind is uncertain, this kind of thing is indeed a frequent occurrence for some geniuses who practice too fast!"

The disciples of Tiandao Pavilion looked at Fang Zhengzhen, and they all whispered a few words, and then, they no longer cared and ignored.

After all, they all know...

Although the triple sky in this will have the test of the mind, but with the benefit of the heavenly dew, there will be no major problems under normal circumstances.

At this time, Fang Zhengzhi's body suddenly stopped shaking.

Then, the original greasy expression slowly became calm, just like the bamboo shoots after the rain, with a little bit of dew rain marks.

Then, Fang Zhengzheng's head slowly lifted up at this moment, his mouth slightly open, and let the drizzle falling from the sky fall into his mouth.

"Guru!" Swallow the sweet dew that fell into the mouth.

At the next moment, a smile appeared on Fang Zhengzhi's face, and it felt like a long drought of He Miao finally ushered in a spring rain.

Very splendid and content.

At the same time, golden characters lit up on Fang Zhengzheng's body, which were golden characters that seemed to flow in the blood, and it seemed that more and more, more and more...

"what happened?!"

"What's wrong with this guy?"

"Is this the baptism of the Holy Word..."

"How is it possible?! Hasn't he already experienced a baptism of the Holy Word?"

The disciples of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion looked at such a weird scene, and their eyes were instantly separated from the battlefield map, looking at Fangzheng, and they were all surprised.

And Fang Zhengzhi at this moment seemed to have never heard the comments of the disciples around Tiandao Pavilion.

He just tilted his head with a smile on his face, looking at the battlefield map that was still changing in front of him, and his eyes also became completely transparent in a moment.

Weird transparency.

What's even more weird is that in his eyes, there seems to be a picture exactly the same as the battlefield picture above his head, even the changes in it are exactly the same.

"It turns out this way, I understand, and I finally understand!" With the change in his eyes, Fang Zheng's mouth could not help making an excited sound.

And this voice, falling in the ears of the disciples around Tiandao Pavilion, also made them more surprised and puzzled. They glanced at each other one by one~www.wuxiaspot.com~the eyes are a little weird.

"This guy really understands?"

"Isn't it possible? After reading it for so long, I didn't understand it, and suddenly I understood it now? I don't believe it!"

"You don't need to believe it, even if he really understands it, he doesn't need to be so excited? After all, Sister Chi Guyan has already reached the seventh heaven. This guy understands it now, and he still catches up? "

"Brother Xia makes sense! Let's talk about it again. It takes time to understand and understand!"

After looking at each other, the disciples of Tiandao Pavilion reappeared with contempt, and then, they were all prepared to continue their unfinished great cause and look at the pictures.

But at this time...

The majestic voice of the sky suddenly sounded.

"Fangzheng, enter the fifth heaven!"

"Straightforward, enter..."

"..."

Silence, shock.

After a short period of silence and shock, the disciples of Tiandao Pavilion, who had just planned to continue watching by themselves, also obviously had a feeling of being struck by thunder.

All faces are completely dull.

"Isn't it? So fast? Didn't he say that he could understand it?" The disciples of Tiandao Pavilion listened to the voice echoed by Skyrim, but they couldn't react at all.

Because almost everyone understands the truth, seeing and unraveling are completely different concepts. After all, everything has a process.

How can it be so fast!

What did this guy do? !

Seven or eight disciples of Tiandao Pavilion, you look at me one by one, I look at you, they want to catch up and ask, why can it be so fast.

However, how has Fang Zhengzheng's body disappeared, and how is it possible to answer their questions?