Chapter 937 (1/2)

”Even if I lent you ten thousand guts, you wouldn't dare.” The figure said, for their own strength is very confident.

”Yes, my life is in the hands of my predecessors. How dare I play tricks?” Jiang Hao said with a smile.

”Hum!” The figure hummed, as if he didn't want to eat it. He still looked at Jiang Hao warily and didn't dare to relax for a moment.

After waiting for a while, Jiang Hao said, ”can you hold back the breath for a while? Shenwen is too powerful. You make me unable to work normally.”

”Do you want a trick?” Asked the figure.

”No, I dare not.” Jiang Hao said that he was not a fool and knew what to do.

It seems that you need to add a fire first, or it won't burn at all.

The divine consciousness surged and covered his whole body. He took out a group of pure aura and fused it with the fire of red lotus industry.

I've done this kind of thing last time, and I'm familiar with it.

In a short time, he finished the most basic prototype.

”Are you ready?” The figure impatiently said, now half an hour has passed.

Bang!

Jiang Hao suddenly sat on the ground, pale and vomited blood.

”What's going on?” The figure said quickly.

”I blame you for disturbing me. I was almost successful, but you called out. What do you shout? If you call again, I will die for you. Even if I don't die, I'll die a few more times. Do you think this is Chinese cabbage? This is a divine text Jiang Hao yelled.

”You...” The figure pointed at Jiang Hao angrily and then shut up. He realized that he had done something wrong.

After this period of time, he did not dare to make a sound.

What Jiang Hao wanted was this effect. In addition, he scolded the strong man of fairyland. He was in a good mood, but he slowed down his speed.

He was not trying to help the strong to refine the divine script, but to seek a way to escape.

Three hours later, Jiang Hao saw that the guy's patience was almost spent, so he took out the copy of Shenwen.

In the black void, the light suddenly made a big, bright surrounding.

There was a flame in Jiang Hao's palm, which was composed of words.

The words are sometimes hidden, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

The figure looked at the light, and felt a strong breath, and the heart was hot.

He found that his bottleneck, which had been solidified over the years, had begun to loosen.

It seems that only one step away, we can break through to the next level.

For a man of his age in Wonderland, many things have been experienced, and they are tired of it.

But this light group, let him wither for many years of heart, ushered in the second spring of life.

He must get this thing.

At all costs.