Chapter 1140 (2/2)

”You? You are. ” Wu Tian was shocked and continued to say, ”are you the soul refined by the three evil spirits? And like me?

No, no, you can't forge power, you can't draw spirit? How did you do it? And your blacksmith level? ”

”The power of forging is very simple; the art of drawing spirit is also very simple; as for the level of forging master? It's easier to improve. ”

The God of pestilence opened his mouth to reveal the power of forging and the profession of forging master. Wutian was directly stupid.

Forging power? Compared with Wutian's, forging profession? To reach the level of nine gods.

”The soul? Have all the advantages of your master and integrate into the tower of repression with the tower of Hades? Absolutely not a problem. ”

”Yes, but can you merge?”

”Yes.”

Finished? Pestilence incorporated this spirit into the underworld.

Whew? A rainy night emerged, but his face was a little darker.

”Master?”

”From today on? Your name is Hades? Do you know your mission? ”

”Know, suppress the creator God, fight with him, and keep him out of trouble.”

”This task is dull, with a hundred million years as the unit. Are you ready mentally?”

”Well, I know.”

There are not many myths about the underworld, but they are very firm.

Ten thousand years later? Wutian refined the tower of repression and integrated the spirit of the underworld into it? Here you are

”Mm-hmm.”

The plague Dharma God took it, went to the specific point in the final chapter and placed it down. The pagoda of instant destiny, with the final chapter and the altar of creation God, becomes the deepest nail embedded in the creation God's body.The creator roared and fought back the tower of doom.

The God of the underworld sent out the professional power to resist, attack the creator God and weaken its strength. The plague God appeared from time to time to help the Hades attack together.

Time? So slowly, tower of doom? From brand new? Turn into rags.

Rainy night for this matter feelings are not clear, only know their own ghost occupation disappeared.

Ten thousand years later? Rainy night wakes up from coma. Feel your career disappear? Let out a sigh.

Think about it? Go to ancient times by yourself? Everything is done. It's time to go back.

But teaching careers? Finish the mission of pestilence God? It will take some time.

After spending millions of years in the mainland of Zhongzhang, he kept teaching his profession, and returned to sleep again on a rainy night.

Sleeping for a million years? The rain night wakes up, starts again in the final chapter unceasing teaching profession.

Rainy night found a problem: the more you teach yourself? The more occupations you have in mind, the creativity of living beings? Sometimes it's endless.

In a flash? Tens of thousands of years of time, the rainy night emerged on the body of the breath of heavy twilight, as if all the time will die, the wind candle withered.

Thousands of years? The Terrans have already covered the whole continent of the last chapter, and the number of nine level gods killed in rainy nights these years? Over three million years of sleep? In rainy night, some of the previous occupations were cut off, while some new ones were occupied. However, on rainy night, they could only go out of the mountain again and teach again and again, without stopping.

Ah? I won't stay in ancient times all the time, will I? I won't be trapped by the master, right? The more you think about it? The more likely it is, a heavy sigh comes out on a rainy night.

This day? On rainy night, the last occupation was taught for the nth time, and a system prompt sound sounded in my mind.

Ding, congratulations on your successful completion of the task of plague God (ancient times).

Ding, congratulations on getting the golden boat of time and space.