Chapter 646： The Pursuit of God (2/4)

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"The spirit of the wind, the shadow of death, the soul of a saint..."

Looking at the mess of materials in his hands that he didn't know what it was, Li Qingyuan was directly in a downtime!

Who can tell him what these things are?

Originally, he thought that the materials he had obtained should be nine-day profound iron, Pangu fine gold and the like, but when the old gods began to take out the stock under the pressure box, he realized that he had taken it for granted.

You said that the horns of the unicorn and the minions of the magic dragon can still be understood, but what is this saint soul and the shadow of death?

"Mage, do you need anything else?" Anasi stared at him excitedly, jumping around happily.

The body of Annecy is actually a huge spider. Just now because someone defeated the Queen of Sheba, he won dozens of believers. To Annecy now, the mage is his closest relative.

So seeing the mage frown slightly, Ananxi immediately volunteered and ran over, ready to give him something.

"I need a melting pot now, preferably one with divine nature!" Li Qingyuan thought for a while, and directly reached out and received all these materials in the portable space.

A joke, don't care if he can use these materials, anyway, as long as he puts it in his pocket, can he still take it out?

Besides, the reason why I don't understand the forging method of these materials is that my casting skills have not yet been mastered. As long as I get two levels, I will know how to use these things.

"How about Vulcan's furnace? His furnace should be fine?" Mamaji asked Odin directly when he heard him say this.

Vulcan is the **** of fire. In addition to making gunpowder, building artifacts is also one of his authority.

Everyone knows that Vulcan is doing pretty well now. Not only did he open the nation's largest firearms factory in Texas, he also became the mayor of the town by the way, and he was considered a leader among the old gods.

It’s just that no one thought about it, because unlike the Queen of Sheba, the Vulcan has never been in despair. When human technology changed from spear armor to gunpowder cannon, Vulcan was already the earliest beneficiary!

Therefore, Vulcan is the least likely to betray when the gods think about it.

"No, Vulcan's melting pot is his own exclusive. Although Vulcan is dead now, he has just passed away and the imprint of divine power is still there. No one else can use it in a short time!" Odin quickly persuaded him.

You must know that Vulcan killed him. If all such gods are allowed to go to Vulcan's grave to investigate, someone will be able to discover the real cause of Vulcan's death.

After all, the powers of the gods are varied, and each guy has his own unique stunts, even Odin dare not pack up and say that he can do it seamlessly.

"Then go to my side, I remember that I should have a melting pot that an old friend used thousands of years ago, and it should still be usable!" Black God put away his hammer and said to Li Qingyuan.

Just like there are countless versions of **** Christ, there are actually many Vulcan and Forge Gods!

Except for Vulcan, who has become the righteous **** of popular belief because of the large number of believers, the other losers are directly wiped out in the long river of history.

However, even though they failed, they also left a trace of history, such as the Galaxy melting pot left by the friend of the Black God.

Seeing the black gods say this, the gods have no opinion. Although the strength of the black gods is slightly inadequate compared with Mamaji and Odin, they can also be regarded as a master who can sit firmly in the front row of combat power. There are three Star God sisters living with him, and he is responsible for protecting the safety of the mage. Everyone is absolutely assured.

Of course, the so-called protecting the mage’s safety is just a courtesy. What everyone really wants to protect is actually the baby you just took out!

Those materials are precious treasures even to the gods. Everyone is not familiar with the master, so they hand over the life and wealth of Taiban to him. What if the other party runs away with the money?

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"You live here?"

Looking at the dilapidated apartment building in front of him, Li Qingyuan felt his head full of black lines.

"My salary can't afford a better house. Besides, you are a god, so what do you focus on external enjoyment?"

Hei Shen said with a homemade cigarette dangling from his mouth.

"Even if you are a god, you should pay attention to your quality of life, OK! Do you like to be in this kind of place so much?" Someone looked at the road with the sewage flowing silently, really unable to understand the brain circuit of this guy.

It is true that for God, everything in the world does not have much meaning, but letting oneself live better is not the most basic pursuit of being a human being.

"You are too young to know that we are all old people who have gone through thousands of years. We have experienced all the glory and wealth in the world, so we don't care about those vulgar things at all!" Hei Shen patted her On the shoulders, he said earnestlyHuh? Then my bottle of Rossopolo Vodka, it seems you can throw it away, anyway, you don’t care about the so-called material comfort! "Seeing the old-fashioned look of Black God, someone directly took out a wine bottle, and then casually tossed it twice in his hand, and threw it directly to the ground!

"No!" Seeing that the bottle of vodka was about to fall to the ground, the black **** immediately pounced on the food with a vicious dog and swished the bottle into his arms.

"How many years! How many years have been!"

Black God held the bottle of wine tightly, and almost excited tears.

He is the **** of belief of the ancient Slavs. Everyone knows the beliefs of Maozi. Except for the shirtless man, he is drinking, so the black **** is also addicted to alcohol.

It stands to reason that a **** like him should have an infinitely pourable artifact. Unfortunately, because of the collapse of the belief system, he is now very reluctant to maintain his own existence. There is no extra divine power. Wine out?

In fact, with the salary of the Black God in the slaughterhouse, it is completely possible to change to a better community, after all, butchers are never a low-paid job!

It's just that he took the extra money to buy wine. If it weren't for the three Star God sisters living with him, maybe this old guy was going to live in the slaughterhouse directly so that he could save his salary and buy wine.

"Who said that gods shouldn't care about these vulgar things?" Li Qingyuan looked at the covetous appearance of the black **** and asked with a smile.

"Nonsense! Who said that? Stand up and see if I don't hammer him to death! If you are a god, if you can't even drink a sip of wine, what is the point of what this **** does?" The black **** did not hesitate to stuff the bottle in His own pocket, and then condemned it righteously.

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