MTL - The Strong, The Few, True Cultivators on Campus-Chapter 1821 The birth of the Son of God

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The Emperor of Heaven was only a few steps away from the Tiangong, but he seemed to have been under heavy pressure. He walked extraordinarily hard and slanted, as if he was drunk, and could fall from the ladder at any time.

Huh!

The power of faith between heaven and earth flocked to the heavenly emperor like a tide, like a long whale absorbing water, blending the power of faith into one's own body, resisting the inexplicable pressure.

boom!

He took another step and took a new step.

His realm is rapidly soaring. He is a sacred place, only one step away from becoming a god. It is an insurmountable gap before this step. Many generations have not been able to cross this gap.

It is different now, he has hope.

His eyes were firm, his teeth clenched, and he snorted.

Hey!

He even took a few steps in a row, his footsteps became more and more stable, and his momentum was like a rainbow.

Tang Yan gleamed his eyes brightly.

It is worthy of being the Emperor of Heaven, and it is not a descendant of the Volkswagen family.

The Emperor looked at Tang Yan, who was a step away. He took a deep breath and turned into a vacuum in front of him. His body quickly expanded.

boom!

He tiptoe and vacated, like a cannonball, crossed the last stage of the ladder, and fell heavily in front of the Temple of Heaven.

"Ha ha ha, congratulations, you finally boarded the Heavenly Palace, you are the second person to go to the Heavenly Palace under the universal sky." Tang Yan patted the Emperor's shoulder and praised.

The Emperor of Heaven was breathing heavily, slightly calming the mood of the waves, and his mouth was also a rare smile, saying: "It is not easy to finish the ladder you built."

"Of course, life is too difficult, the world is not easy." Tang Hao nodded, pointing to the ladder that stretched to the top of the Tianshan Mountains.

"I built this ladder to sharpen people's minds. Every step of the ladder must resist the corresponding pressure before it can be passed. Only in this way can it be stabilized. Only when you board the Heavenly Palace can you truly have the hope of becoming a god. As for the ladder That is the foundation for laying a solid foundation for God."

The Emperor nodded thoughtfully.

"I have already boarded the Heavenly Palace, but it is still a holy place. Is it necessary to understand the avenue in the Heavenly Palace and cultivate it into a god?"

"It is precisely in this palace that I have the power of faith that gathers in the world. It is stronger than the power of faith in other places. You can use it, integrate itself, break through the final limits, and cross the final gap. Then you can practice. Become a god." Tang Yan said seriously.

Emperor Bian bounced and said, "You have created a great event. Since then, this world has not been the former world."

Tang Yan smiled and said: "In the past, human beings were like a hunting ground. Human beings were prey in captivity. The Protoss were high above us and they were our masters. Since then, human beings have been their own masters. This is the reason."

The Emperor of the Heavens blinked with excitement and put away a complex mood. Compared with Tang Yin, his pattern and cognition were that the pattern of the Emperor of Heaven was too low.

The people of the world have been compared by Tang Yin.

He is very pleased that his daughter has found such a destination, then he can wholeheartedly practice and break through the final limits.

Suddenly, a humming sound was uploaded from the ladder.

Tang Zhen’s heart moved and his face changed slightly, like a gust of wind disappearing into the Heavenly Palace.

The Emperor of Heaven was shocked and hurriedly looked back. He saw a little chaos on the ladder. Many people were surrounded. The most middle part of the body was Fang Shishi.

She looked painful, her hands on her stomach, and she kept gasping.

Fang Shishi is going to be produced.

The Emperor of Heaven was shocked, and he refused to enter the Heavenly Palace. He watched that Tang Hao had already rushed to the side of Fang Shishi, and could not help but say that she would take a big step to the Tiangong.

When Fang Shi’s poetry was insufficient, when she climbed the rest of the ladder, the pressure of the sky poured over her and prevented her from advancing.

Tang Zhen’s thoughts were moving, and he was preparing to stop these pressures. Suddenly, a majestic energy broke out from the abdomen of Fang Shi’s poems, and he would resist the pressure of the sky and firmly protect the poetry of the poetry.

Tang Yan was very surprised, bowed her belly, and the majestic energy came from the high belly.

"Child, is that you?"

Tang Yan was surprised and happy. He never thought that a baby still in his stomach had such energy, and this is still his child.

Fang Shishi’s brow is close, and this is also found. His eyebrows are drooping, his eyes are on his stomach, and his belly is beating slightly. It is the baby’s fetal movement.

Standing in front of the Temple of Heaven, Emperor Tiandi also took a panoramic view of this scene. He whispered in his heart and muttered to himself: "The little baby has such a **** in the mother's belly. After the birth of the world, how amazing it is, wait for him to grow. What kind of achievements will you reach in a big adult?"

He can't imagine it.

"Don Juan has become a god, and this child is the Son of God."

He felt a sense of heart and violently lifted his legs. I don’t know when there was a colorful cloud above the Temple of Heaven. I don’t know when it will come together.

"The birth of the Son of God, a natural vision."

"what--"

Suddenly, a shrill scream rang through the sky and interrupted everyone's thoughts.

Fang Shishi has been contracted, making her unhappy, and this screaming screams the hearts of others.

"Poetry, hold on." Ye Hao rushed forward, however, a beggar, lying on the ladder, it is difficult to move forward.

Several other women also tried to catch up, but all failed.

Wu Junshan and Lan Yu are in a hurry, but they can't catch up and can't help.

Tang Yantou did not return, Shen Sheng said: "Do not panic, there is me, I will keep their mother and son safe."

Tang Yan is not only highly skilled, but also has divine power, not flustered, but to choose a place to have children.

The Temple of Heaven is the most suitable.

He did not expect to have just built Tiangong. Tiangong is a holy place for human cultivation. He never thought that Tiangong would become the first delivery room.

The pressure on the ladder was completely blocked by the baby in the abdomen. The two men boarded the Heavenly Palace. The Emperor quickly greeted him and said, "What do I need to do?"

Tang Yan shook his head and said: "Only delaying you, guarding outside the Heavenly Palace, poetry and poetry first go to the Heavenly Palace to produce."

"Well, there is me, no one can break in to bother you."

Rumble.

The gate of Tiangong slowly opened, and after Tang Yin and Fang Shishi entered, they quickly closed and isolated the eyes of the Emperor.

The Emperor of Heaven is envious and looks at the colorful clouds that gather more and more at the top of the Temple of Heaven.

Time passed by, and the Heavenly Palace and the ladder were silent. Everyone looked up and looked at the Heavenly Palace, and the colorful clouds.

boom!

Suddenly, a thunder thundered in the colorful clouds, and a golden lightning flew out of the clouds, hidden in the Heavenly Palace.

Then, Xia Guangzhang, descending from the sky, bathed the Temple of Heaven, and Xiaguang was finally hidden in the Temple of Heaven.

Various visions have come to the fore, and it has taken turns to be on stage. It is like a wonderful drama. It has never been seen before, and it has never been heard before, making everyone open their eyes.

In particular, a few women are even more envious, knowing that the birth of the Son of God is extraordinary.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, a cry of the baby came from the Heavenly Palace and it was heard for nine days.