Chapter 1140

Seeing the transport leave, watching the air transport profession on a rainy night is covered with a layer of fog, and you can't see it at all.

Sigh out a sigh, rainy night to continue busy, teach occupation, hidden occupation.

The youngest daughter of Mengling family, she teaches the profession of dreammaster.

The disabled of the Ming ancient people taught the Ming teacher profession.

The retiring youth of the dead and silent clan teaches the necromancer profession.

On the way to teaching? Rainy night is getting more and more skin...

the busy rainy night takes thousands of years? "Master? Are you here? "

"Well, this time? There is one thing that bothers you

"You say, master."

"I need a reliable candidate to suppress the creator God and keep watch, monitor and record the creator God all the time. Isn't it a year or two? It's measured in billion years. "

"Do you mean to let me go?"

The rainy night frowned and opened his mouth. His heart was extremely reluctant, and some of them could not understand the current situation.

"No, not for you, but for you." The God of pestilence once again explained to him: "do you have three hidden professions now? I want to separate one of them and integrate into the tower of repression. "

"The tower of destiny?" Rainy night in the mind of four words, blurt out.

"Mm-hmm, I'm also interested in the hidden profession of the underworld God, the tower of destiny? A good name, really a good name, that's settled. "

The plague God opened his mouth and set down specific matters.

Well, no idea? The name of the pagoda of netherworld was decided by ourselves.

"How to separate? master worker? You speak. "

"Not hard? open one 's eyes? Just close your eyes. "

In the rainy night, the God of pestilence gathered a heavy hammer behind his head, which knocked down and knocked out the rainy night directly.

Coma on a rainy night? The pestilence God began to extract the hidden profession of the rainy night - Hades.

After a dazzling operation? The hidden profession of the underworld God was extracted, and an illusory figure emerged. It was lifeless, and there was no light in his eyes, just like a puppet.

Pestilence Dharma God waved and collected the shadow into a plague for storage and disappeared.

The plague Dharma God tore up the space and directly appeared in the space of Wutian. He handed it to Wutian and said, "Wutian? How is the tower of repression refined? "

"The last three layers are still to be achieved, no more than three years at the most."

"Mm-hmm, the progress is good. Can you integrate this profession into the tower of suppression and make it a artifact soul?"

"No, no soul, only empty profession? It's impossible to achieve the spirit of artifact. "

"I expected that, but for the sake of your master? I did not bring your master's soul back with me. "

"What do you say? This profession is my master's? "

"Yes, but from today on? It doesn't belong to him anymore, maybe a long time later? It's only on rainy nights that you can continue to get this career. "

"To be an artifact, this profession has to have its own consciousness."

Wutian open the door, give the solution.

"Mm-hmm, I've been prepared for that, you see..."

the plague God opened his mouth and took out a pure soul. Qishan gave out a pleasant breath.

"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.

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