Chapter 771

If God level has no resistance at all, it will turn into fly ash. "

Old man lost his mind in the eyes to restore a little bit of consciousness, return to the rainy night.

"Grandfather, do you think this token will work?"

On a rainy night, he took out the token containing the words "the difficulty of the sea" and put it in front of the old man.

Yeah? The old man's face showed a strange expression.

"This token... Was sent out by me for the sake of the right person."

Hearing this, his heart beat violently on rainy night, but then he asked with confirmation:

"grandfather, is the thing that fell that day a sickle

"Sickle, it seems."

Hear the old man's reply, rainy night originally hot heart restless, the next moment can gush out.

Ha ha, I must be the one who is destined.

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on a rainy night, he forced himself to calm down and asked:

"can you give me the coordinates of the sea? I still want to go and have a try. "

How can we let go of the difficult information of the sea? The relationship between the mainland can be settled.

As long as there are coordinates, everything will be easy.

However, when the rainy night saw the bright spot around the situation, Sheng Sheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The surrounding area is a gathering place of level 100 creatures...

a hundred level creatures are gods; all around the chaos sickle are God level creatures? Is that horrible?

What's going on?

"Grandfather? Don't you say that there is radiation all around the sea? Why are there so many divine creatures? "

Rainy night asked.

"After hundreds of millions of years of change, I don't know what happened to the sea. Maybe there is something there that attracts gods."

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after listening to this sentence, both of them were stunned by the meaning of the sentence.

Brugman thought he had lived long enough, but it was nearly five hundred years.

But now, it's not even enough for a small change?

Hundreds of millions of years? This old man lived for hundreds of millions of years? Old monster.

Patriarch? By the way, he is the patriarch of the Canghai people. Maybe he has lived for hundreds of millions of years.

After the surprise, the rainy night soon calmed down.

It is not only the old man, but the "wing" should have survived for hundreds of millions of years.

Hundreds of millions of years? Has the chaos sickle existed for so long?

No wonder the rain night can feel the traces of time from the token containing the four words of the difficulty of the sea.

However, such a long time has passed, will the chaos sickle of the sea have been taken away by the strong?

Rainy night raised his head to ask the old man.

"No, that strange thing still exists, radiation still exists."

Old man firmly said, without any ambiguity.

"Why are you so sure?"

"Because the sacred stone of the Canghai clan is still there, no matter how far away I can find out the surrounding situation through the holy stone."

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on a rainy night, I fell into meditation and began to weigh the advantages and disadvantages.

"Canghai, you can go if you want."

The old man said, suddenly disappeared, as if into the air in general.

With this one hand, Brugman was shocked.

This is a master.

Canghai, I will go back one day, but not now.

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although we have successfully obtained the information of the sea, we always feel strange on rainy nights, but we can't tell what is wrong.

At the moment, in the fourth floor of the kingdom of wingers, three figures are sitting on a simple table, tasting tea and looking at each other.

One of them is wing, who looks at the other two with a smile on his face.

Another is an old man I met on a rainy night, the head of Canghai clan. At this time, he stares at the last NPC and seems to want to get some answers from him.

The last one completely wrapped himself in a black robe and could not see his true face.

But as soon as he spoke, the sound of bone friction sounded, and his identity could not be concealed.

This is the God of pestilence...

How could the three of them get together? What are you plotting?

"Dharma God, I'll help you find Amori and play a successful play. The deal between us is completed."

"Well, done."

"Amory, what do you want to ask now?"

"Wing" finished and looked at Amory.

"Dharma God? He can solve our problems? ""Yes."

Pestilence Dharma God cherishes words like gold, but this word contains his strong self-confidence.

"Thank you."

Hope flashed in Amory's dead eyes.

The story he told to rainy night was not complete, so he hid something.

In fact, he was the only one who escaped from the Canghai clan at that time. All the other clansmen were buried in it.

In order to prevent the radiation from spreading and threatening more people, Amori decided to seal the whole sea.

When the seal is finished, he disappears.

From that day on, his heart died and his body died; he lived like a walking corpse for hundreds of millions of years.

He didn't want to wake up, he didn't want to recall, so he was sleeping most of the time.

Perhaps even Amori himself did not know why he appeared in the kingdom of wingers.

If it had not been for "wings" to explore the whole kingdom of wingers, he would not have found such a great God hidden in the kingdom of wingers.

At this moment, confirmed by the God of pestilence, the patriarch of Amori and Canghai clan seemed to have survived.

The conversation did not last long, so they left each other.

The trade between "wing" and pestilence God is very simple:

"wing" wants to make rainy night a member of the winged people, but the price is to inform the sea of rain night clues.

Canghai was sealed by Amori, only he knew the coordinates of the sea.

Yeah? Is wing sick?

It's obvious that it's rainy night? Why would he agree to the deal?

Explain in the future.

After knowing the coordinates of the sea, the interest of cleaning boss on rainy night is rising again and more energetic.

Soon the day passed again.

Before going to bed, the rainy night finally decided to join the wingman army and conduct assessment.

Their own attribute is high, but their combat experience and combat skills are very unfamiliar.

Especially the winger, he did not know how to fight, but needed to learn more.

The pestilence mage has been in the white space for five years. On rainy nights, he may have found his own way, but the winger is still a piece of white paper.

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