Chapter 1140 (1/2)

Seeing the transport leave, watching the air transport profession on a rainy night is covered with a layer of fog, and you can't see it at all.

Sigh out a sigh, rainy night to continue busy, teach occupation, hidden occupation.

The youngest daughter of Mengling family, she teaches the profession of dreammaster.

The disabled of the Ming ancient people taught the Ming teacher profession.

The retiring youth of the dead and silent clan teaches the necromancer profession.

On the way to teaching? Rainy night is getting more and more skin...

the busy rainy night takes thousands of years? ”Master? Are you here? ”

”Well, this time? There is one thing that bothers you

”You say, master.”

”I need a reliable candidate to suppress the creator God and keep watch, monitor and record the creator God all the time. Isn't it a year or two? It's measured in billion years. ”

”Do you mean to let me go?”

The rainy night frowned and opened his mouth. His heart was extremely reluctant, and some of them could not understand the current situation.

”No, not for you, but for you.” The God of pestilence once again explained to him: ”do you have three hidden professions now? I want to separate one of them and integrate into the tower of repression. ”

”The tower of destiny?” Rainy night in the mind of four words, blurt out.

”Mm-hmm, I'm also interested in the hidden profession of the underworld God, the tower of destiny? A good name, really a good name, that's settled. ”

The plague God opened his mouth and set down specific matters.

Well, no idea? The name of the pagoda of netherworld was decided by ourselves.

”How to separate? master worker? You speak. ”

”Not hard? open one 's eyes? Just close your eyes. ”

In the rainy night, the God of pestilence gathered a heavy hammer behind his head, which knocked down and knocked out the rainy night directly.

Coma on a rainy night? The pestilence God began to extract the hidden profession of the rainy night - Hades.

After a dazzling operation? The hidden profession of the underworld God was extracted, and an illusory figure emerged. It was lifeless, and there was no light in his eyes, just like a puppet.

Pestilence Dharma God waved and collected the shadow into a plague for storage and disappeared.

The plague Dharma God tore up the space and directly appeared in the space of Wutian. He handed it to Wutian and said, ”Wutian? How is the tower of repression refined? ”

”The last three layers are still to be achieved, no more than three years at the most.”

”Mm-hmm, the progress is good. Can you integrate this profession into the tower of suppression and make it a artifact soul?”

”No, no soul, only empty profession? It's impossible to achieve the spirit of artifact. ”

”I expected that, but for the sake of your master? I did not bring your master's soul back with me. ”

”What do you say? This profession is my master's? ”

”Yes, but from today on? It doesn't belong to him anymore, maybe a long time later? It's only on rainy nights that you can continue to get this career. ”

”To be an artifact, this profession has to have its own consciousness.”

Wutian open the door, give the solution.

”Mm-hmm, I've been prepared for that, you see...”

the plague God opened his mouth and took out a pure soul. Qishan gave out a pleasant breath.