Gate of God

Too weird.

If Fang Zhengzheng's cognition of the white dress woman was vague and mysterious before, then now it is a kind of strangeness that cannot be said.

It seems that all women in white dresses know, and, most importantly, women in white dresses actually say that they are a demon? !

"Jump." The woman in the white dress spoke again.

"Are you sure I jumped and won't die?" Fang Zhengzhen's eyes looked at the red magma that was rolling in front of him, saying that it was impossible not to be scared.

After all, it's magma, it's not warm bath water, you can't die if you jump down?

What is special about this kind of thing?

"Change to other people, you will die." The white skirt woman nodded lightly, and then looked at Fang Zhengzheng again: "But, you won't."

"Can you give me a reason to believe?"

"Because, you have ten thousand years of zhizhi in your body, why?"

"..." Fang Zhengzhen's lips moved, and he wanted to ask something more, for example, why can ten thousand years of Huozhi not die? Another example, is Wannian Huozhi really still in its own body?

This question seems a bit silly.

But in fact, Fang Zhengzhi actually felt that Wannian Huozhi was in Jiuding Mountain when he was thrown into Zhongzhou Ding, he should have been refined.

"Actually, there are a lot of things in your body, Wannian Huozhi, Wushen Linghua, Jiuzhou Ding, and the sea, but you haven't really used these things." Speaking, and spoke again, but the tone sounded the same.

"Can I use it if I jump in?"

"Perhaps."

"Maybe? But I'm betting my life, you tell me maybe?" Fang Zhengzhi is really a little speechless, can I continue to chat on this day?

"I mean, it really depends on you how much you can actually use." The woman in the white dress clearly knows what Fang Zhengzhi thought, so she explained again.

"Can I think about it?"

"Yes, but you don't have much time."

"How much time do I have?"

"three."

"Three? What do you mean?"

"two."

"..." Fang Zhengzhi seemed to understand a little this time. The so-called three means that he only has three counts left.

"One."

"Wait, I have something to say!"

"see you later."

"Huh?!" Fang Zhengzhi was just about to turn and run, but suddenly he found that his body seemed to be completely out of control and flew into the air.

Not too fast, but, more frighteningly, after flying, he slowly flew towards the magma.

What the hell? !

What the **** is this place?

Fang Zhengzhi wanted to scold people a little bit, obviously he could single out the existence of the powerful gods, but in this world, he even had a feeling that he couldn't resist the white skirt woman at all.

And, the most important thing is...

The woman in the white dress didn't seem to care much about Fangzheng's jumping into the magma position.

"Can I change a posture, I don't want to face down!" Founder looked straight at his face and was about to come into close contact with magma, he finally couldn't help but put forward the final request.

But it is a pity that there seems to be no use for eggs.

His falling posture remained unchanged, and the tumbling magma was getting closer and closer to him. Even, he could feel the hot breath.

"...Ah, my grass...Nima!" At the same time that Fang Zheng's voice sounded, he felt a burning thing pouring into his mouth.

bitter? Still salty? Or is it spicy? Even sweeter?

What the **** do you know!

Fang Zhengzhi had only one feeling, when that thing poured into his mouth, his eyes turned into a bright red, bright red like fire.

Moreover, a hot stream of heat rushed in his ears and nose. This taste is really a sour taste that has never been experienced before.

"Refinery." The woman in a white dress stood on the path filled with magma and looked quietly at the founder who was submerged in the magma: "Refining everything, Wannian Huozhi, Wushen Linghua, various medicinal materials, Kyushu tripod ...When everything is integrated with the body, you can truly control everything."

While talking, the woman in a white dress slowly found a place and sat down, waiting quietly, as if waiting for the beginning of everything, and seemingly waiting for the end of everything.

It is naturally impossible for Fang Zhengzhi to hear what the white skirt woman said on the trail. His current body is really completely ignited.

From the internal organs to the whole body of blood, meridians, muscles, and even every cell is burning, burning like a flame.

The biting pain, constantly invading him.

Let him think that he just passed out, but I don’t know why, but his body always has an inexhaustible feeling. When the original muscles were burned to ashes, new muscles immediately grew out. When the blood was Immediately after evaporation, there was fresh blood flowing again.

Endless, looping repeatedly!

At this moment, Fang Zhengzheng really felt the feeling of not being able to survive and not being able to die. It was so painful that he wanted to scold others.

Of course, he has scolded it once.

And now, he seems to have lost the power to scold, because, as long as he opens his mouth, the hot lava will pour into his mouth.

"No, we must find a way to relieve the pain. If we continue, we may be tortured to death before we can survive." Fang Zhengzhi is not stupid.

The more painful, the more need to stay awake, and he clearly remembered what the woman in a white dress said before he fell.

"It really depends on you how much you can actually use."

The meaning in this sentence is already clear, but if he just bears it blindly, then what he gains must be limited.

Moreover, the most important thing is that Fang Zhengzhi still remembers that the woman in the white dress said that this is just the first place, which means that there is likely to be a second place, a third place...

This is the most terrible!

For the same experience, Fang Zhengzhi doesn't want to experience it twice or three times in a row. He is a person who is afraid of pain, so one experience is enough.

It's like, for the first time for something.

Happiness is happiness!

"It seems that everything needs to take the initiative!" At this point, Fang Zhengzheng's heart was completely closed, and at the same time, the body was coiled up in the magma.

One quarter of an hour……

Two quarters...

...

I don't know how long after that, Fang Zhengzheng's body moved again, and it was still swinging wildly, like various cramps like cramps.

On the trail outside the magma, the woman in a white dress slowly looked at the tumbling air waves in the magma, as well as the constantly rotating heat flow.

"It seems that it is a failure, then, go to the second place." The woman in the white dress spoke lightly, then slowly stood up from the ground again, and looked slowly into the distance.

In her distance, there is a faint blue light, which is different from the magma world in front of her. The light seems to have a kind of coldness that penetrates from the bone.

Soon, the woman in the white skirt also raised her hand. When she was about to lift the square of the magma straight up, the rotating magma suddenly became calm.

"Huh?" The white skirt girl's eyes widened slightly, looking at the calming magma, her expression seemed to be thoughtful, but the movement stopped.

One quarter of an hour……

Another quarter of an hour...

The magma is always calm like water. Although there are still rolling heat waves, there is no more movement in it.

"Once? Is it okay?" The woman in the white dress slowly withdrew her hand, her eyes sparkling inexplicably, but after all, she sat down again, and returned to her position, closing her eyes again. Wait slowly, just like before.

In the magma, Fang Zhengzhi is lying in a rolling heat wave at the moment.

There is no need to describe the posture, and there is even a lazy breath.

However, it is very natural, completely natural, from beginning to end, there is no disharmony, it feels like it is integrated with everything.

He put aside the old monk who thought he was right, and the movements all over his body did not have a sense of beauty, as if he had fallen asleep.

And in fact...

Fang Zhengzhi is indeed asleep now.

But, in his mind, there are pictures after picture flashing, that is a childhood picture, in a beautiful village.

There are children who grew up with him, as well as his mother, father, and a voice who always likes to growl.

"Which **** killed, stole the old lady's flaming chicken!"

"Fire Ling chicken? Isn't that still chicken?" When Fang Zhengzhi saw this scene, the corner of his mouth also slowly raised, showing a smile of understanding.

Then again, he saw a child who turned out of the small window in the night, and then raised a pink fist.

"Drink!" The child punched on the bluestone on the ground.

"Ah, grass... it hurts!" Then the child burst into tears, and, while covering his fists, he bounced back through the window and returned to the house.

Very childlike era, carefree.

correct!

Control every muscle, control every drop of blood, control the first cell...

Unconsciously, Fang Zhengzhi also thought about everything when he entered the Tao, and the body unconsciously slowly began to control, regenerate, disappear, regenerate, and disappear...

When the body's blood is evaporated, new blood grows, as well as muscles, bones, and even every inch of the body's skin and hair.

Control everything.

Let everything be under your control.

"Om!" Yingying's brilliance flows on Fang Zheng's body, from head to toe, he wraps his body inch by inch, flushing his body like a warm stream of water, washing everything in the body Rinse again, and then slowly become a new life.

...

Under the cliff of Tiandao Pavilion.

Pingyang, holding Fang Zhengzhen's body, continued to run towards the direction of the Blackstone Palace. I don’t know why, she felt that the body she was holding was getting hotter and hotter. Later, there was a feeling of holding a ball of fire, but , She can't take care of these anymore.

Whether it was a hot ball of fire or cold ice, she held it tightly without letting go, even though her body had been soaked in sweat.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Pingyang kept thinking while running, and the speed was so fast that he even left a shadow behind.

Approaching, approaching!

Soon, a figure appeared in front of her. Although it was still far away, Pingyang knew that it was close to the Black Stone Palace.

At this time, a few loud chirps came from the sky, and then a few golden figures swooped down from the sky.

"What is it?" Pingyang didn't see clearly. Of course, she couldn't care about it now. No matter what happened in front of her, she had to rush over immediately.

This is because only by rushing to the camp of the Human Alliance at the fastest speed can we have the opportunity to treat integrity.

Almost there, it will be here soon!

Seeing that the figure in front is getting clearer and clearer~www.readwn.com~ Pingyang's mouth was also clenched tightly, and there was no relaxation, and he ran towards those figures.

"It's here, it's finally here!" Pingyang's footsteps stopped, because she had reached the front of the Black Stone Palace, and, in front of her, there was a group of black masked figures on her face, each piece of black Above the towel, there is a big "God" word.

Human union.

This is a symbol of the human union.

Pingyang knew this very well, so at the moment she arrived, she also felt a sigh of relief, and her feet were soft and almost fell to the ground.

"Where is the Dao Soul?! Where is the lord Dao Soul? Where is the Patriarch Mu? Where is Mo Gu? Where are they? Quickly save people, Fang... Oh, it's not right, Meng Tian... The true God of War is injured Save him quickly!" Pingyang's feet pressed harder again, and his body also stood up, and he quickly walked towards the figures covered in black towels.

As her voice sounded, all the figures in black towels turned their heads, and a pair of eyes fell on Pingyang.

"Monstrous?!"

"That's monstrous?!"

"The true Holy God of War?"

When those eyes fell on Pingyang's body, they quickly turned to the "Mengtian" held in Pingyang's hands. It can be seen that those eyes were very surprised.

But quickly, those surprised eyes also became a little panic, that feeling, as if something terrible had happened.

"Run! Run, run with Senior Mentian!" Just when Pingyang was a little unknown, when he walked towards the Human Alliance, a voice suddenly sounded.

Very urgent, and there is no explanation at all.

"Running?" Pingyang's body paused, and her steps quickly stopped, but she still didn't quite understand her heart. Why should she be asked to run?