Chapter 1136

It's so tragic that it's hard to describe...

the rainy night has never been the same as today? The anger in the heart soared to the sky, and the creator God was listed as a must to be killed.

The creator? Ignore life? See life as a weed? But the rainy night is not a rainy night. It is a living human race.

When the rain returns to the Terrans? The tears almost dried up.

After thousands of years of development? The size of the Terran is hard to break a billion, but this century's disaster? Directly reduce the number of Terrans to tens of millions...

the overall strength of Terrans is the weakest. 990 million Terrans are mortals and die.

The rest? If it were not for the rainy night, these years secretly help? Did the backhand of the arrangement work? Then the Terrans may die out.

Return on a rainy night? Most of the people were buried, but the rest? It is not too much to be called corpse strewn all over the field. Tears appear again in the corner of the eye on rainy night.

Disaster prone Terran...

"clan leader? You're back at last. "

An old sixth order God appeared in front of the rainy night, wailing.

In response to this disaster? Save more Terrans? The sixth order God almost paid for his life.

With his life? In exchange for the life of the people.

"Are you little plum?"

It's only a hundred years since we were shocked to speak on a rainy night? How could it be so?

"Patriarch? Are you here? "

"Patriarch? We suffer. "

"The end is over, patriarch? Why don't you show up in a catastrophe? "

Thousands of gods came around, crying and watching the rainy night; looking at their faces? Every old man.

Promoted to God? Can keep youth forever, life is almost unlimited, but for the sake of the people? These people are willing to disappear and give themselves up.

"Hard work for you."

Waving hands in rainy night, condensing the power of life to supplement the source of loss.

You can't get them back to the way they were? But it can prolong their lives.

"This time I come back? We're not leaving. We're going to train our people. Terrans? Will one day become the final chapter of the "Wutian? I want to take you as an apprentice, will you? "

Wu Tian turned his eyes and said, "yes, but I'll take a look at your forging skills first, and then decide whether to go to the master."

You hear that? A smile appears in the corner of his mouth on a rainy night. He takes out a nine level divine ore and lightly waves a hammer, and the forging power is integrated into it.

The next second? The golden light is in full swing. It is forged from a nine level artifact. The breath is emitted, like a fake package.

"How about it? Do you want to learn from me now? Wutian

"Master, let me worship you."

Wutian instantly found out the strength of rainy night and knelt down in a hurry.

"Well, all these years? You first refine these ores. "

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