In the center of the field, a dense and strange array is planned, and each node is like a leaf on a huge tree, condensed into complete leaves.
There are layers of light spots on the leaves that are condensing. Su Yan is too familiar with that light spot. It was this kind of light that flew out of the ice sculpture before.
In the periphery, there are many people gathered, and almost half of the eyebrows have one or two star points.
And there was a row of people standing in the front. Their eyebrows were not star points, but moon patterns. The most had four, and the least had one.
One of the elders with four moons on his eyebrows saw the two brothers Su Yan coming and beckoned, and the two hurried forward to see him.
"I have seen Master!"
The old man in front of him is the master of Yan Chi and Han Jin, Taoist Yang Qiu, an April god.
Some people nearby began to praise the two disciples of Taoist Yang Qiu, what kind of words are talents, talents, and suave.
Under the introduction of Taoist Yang Qiu, the two met and saluted many moon gods, and finally let Su Yan, that is, Yan Chi, and more than 500 people entered the center of the field, sat down cross-legged, and experienced the apocalypse together.
The so-called apocalypse is the use of things unique to this place, that is, those medicinal powers, so that you can gather your own godhead.
Once the godhead is formed, you will be a true master god, and the number of star points on your forehead in the future will be the embodiment of the energy contained in your godhead.
From one star to nine stars, it is the ultimate!
In a trance, the formation was activated, and there seemed to be a voice telling him how to condense his godhead step by step, build a piece of stone out of nothing, and then temper him into his godhead through thousands of times, and finally feel the world and condense life.
This kind of feeling is very mysterious, it is unclear, but it is real. He uses the green medicine power to continue to pull the silk threads and slowly converge.
This process is very slow, but very fast. When the first thread is condensed, he relies on instinct and enjoys drawing the second and third...
In the middle of the field, people kept sweating on their foreheads, and then fainted after vomiting a mouthful of blood. Then someone entered quietly and lifted them out for treatment.
The number of people kept declining, and Han Jin on the outside of the field was finally relieved when he saw Su Yan's ease of use. He had been letting the younger brother relax before, but in fact, he was more nervous than anyone else.
Now that I saw him like this, I glanced at the master who was talking with other people, and I felt confident.
It seems that the master is also full of confidence in the younger brother.
Time went by like this one minute and one second, and ten days passed in a flash. The original five hundred apocalyptic youths on the field, now there are only less than thirty people left.
At this time, Su Yan's eyebrows had already condensed an imaginary and unstable star point, and there was a halo faintly gleaming behind him.
It was another ten days, and there were only six of the original thirty people, and these six people had already succeeded in apocalypse and entered the end.
The star point on the center of their eyebrows has been completely condensed, which makes some people happy, but at the same time it also shows how difficult it is to condense the godhead.
Until Su Yan opened his eyes for the first time, his eyes were full of excitement, a huge aura was released, and a huge illusory figure suddenly appeared behind him, that would be his incarnation.
After receiving the magical powers, Han Jin laughed and ran into the venue to celebrate Su Yan, Taoist Yang Qiu also nodded in relief, and there was another congratulatory voice around him.
Su Yan was also happy. Although he didn't know if he was Yan Chi or what he was, he was full of surprises when he looked at the slowly rotating black godhead in his body.
This is the godhead he has condensed on his own.
Touching a star point on the center of his eyebrows, he jumped and jumped with joy, Dao Kong kept praising Su Yan for his talent, and in the evening he invited him to have an extra meal.
Taoist Yang Qiu walked slowly, then touched Su Yan's forehead, and whispered, "Good job!"
Su Yan looked embarrassed, and then looked towards the center of the field. The other people also stood up excitedly one by one, verifying their breakthrough.
At this moment, there was a buzzing sound in the sky, and Su Yan looked up and saw a black spot approaching in the distance until it reached the top of everyone's head in just a few breaths.
It was an angel who covered his eyes with a black cloth, waving three pairs of huge white wings behind his back. He was wearing a dress with delicate patterns on the skirt, and a pair of crystal clear feet were slightly exposed underneath. Pair of golden copper rings.
This is a seraph with six wings!
"I have seen the Fuwei!" Everyone bowed one by one, full of respect, and Han Jin was even more obsessed, and was pulled by Master Yang Qiu before bowing down.
Su Yan couldn't hear what this seraph from the palace said, because everything around him was going backwards quickly.
Until his body trembled fiercely, he exhaled quickly and opened his eyes.
He sat cross-legged on a rock, sweating all over, looking around. There is neither Yuming City nor Han Jin, Yangqiu Taoist or even Nanhuangtong.
He is the only one!
"Is it a dream?" He wiped the sweat from his head and muttered.
Unknowingly, he actually walked the scene of Yan Chi's apocalypse back then. Was it his godhood factor or was it a trick by Qingyang here
but…
Su Yan lowered his head again, his divine sense entered his body, looking at the slowly rotating black godhead, frowning.
Did you do something wrong
On the other side, Nanhuangtong was incarnate as Dao Kong, and for the first time he practiced with Master Yang Qiu Taoist, and then broke through, and finally Master accepted another disciple, named Yan Chi.
Yan Chi is a little stupid and is often bullied by herself...
"What are you doing?" An Mo lay on the ground, looking at the two people below, and asked Xiang Qingyang.
Qing Yang smiled and said, "Give them a choice. After all, only one medicine man on the mountain can embark on the path of the Lord God. At the sixth level, I gave them a choice."
"Choose? What choice?" An Mo asked strangely.
Qing Yang shook his head: "The young man just looked at him, just don't know how bold they are, dare to try, of course, it is more Su Yan, his decision is the biggest, and full of adventure, this It's the last test I gave him!"
"Pretend to be a god, don't tell, I can guess it!" An Mo pouted a little displeased.
Qing Yang smiled bitterly, speechless for a while, but fixed his gaze on Su Yan.
What would he do
Su Yan frowned and thought, and the Nan Huangtong on the other side gradually regained consciousness. He seemed to have experienced a part of a person's life. At this moment, he was also frowning, looking at the divine character that had been condensed in his body by 20%.
This was self-cohesion, but what he experienced was different from this.
Is that illusion or reality? (End of this chapter)