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Chapter 660 Dungeon ([-])
The Tower of Souls is in hand, and it only takes a moment to release it.

But with previous experience, Yang Lin was worried that if the Soul Suppression Tower was put on, what kind of race god's divine sense would be released, and then what special task would be given to him...

Then waste time!
It was already past six o'clock in the evening, not long before the sun went down, and there was not much time left for Yang Lin, so it was just right to return now.

He was only planning to find such a place before to verify his guess, but he never expected that not only did he find this place, but it was exactly the same as the Soul Suppressing Tower...

This soul-suppressing tower is like a master key if, what the hell!

Yang Lin was speechless for a while, slandering in his heart, but he still had to face the problem in front of him.

To let go, or not to let go?

Yang Lin hesitated again and again, but decided to go back first.

It's getting late now, so it's not advisable to make extravagant branches!
In case the Tower of Soul Relief is put on, something might happen, and if the return is delayed, if something happens to the safe house, it will be broken.

And this dungeon is here, and it can't run away. Since we have found this place today, we can just come back another day.

Thinking of this, Yang Lin will take back the Soul Suppressing Pagoda, and try to let it go some other day...

As a result, at this moment, the Soul Suppressing Pagoda in Yang Lin's hands seemed to be out of control, and with a "swish", it broke free from Yang Lin's hand, and flew down to the tower under Yang Lin's shocked gaze. On that octagonal square!
The moment the Soul Suppression Tower landed, countless black shadows flew out of the Soul Suppression Tower.

Then, like the underground space of the dwarves, most of the black shadows flew away, flying farther and farther away, and a few of them began to float and linger above his head, leaving less and less, and finally only seven were left. indivual.

The steps are all the same...

Yang Lin was shocked and sighed at the same time.

Only this time, because he has the Ye Mingzhu in his hand, and the surrounding space is the same, he can see very clearly.

Many of those flying black shadows dissipated and disappeared during the process of flying away! ! !

When he was in the underground space of the dwarves before, Yang Lin had thought about where those black shadows had gone... Since the spirits of the seven dwarf supreme gods can't last long, then those ordinary black shadows , most likely it won't last long.

Now it seems that he was right.

Those shadows that left have all disappeared...

It's just that this idea is fleeting in Yang Lin's mind. The most important problem he faces now is the seven shadows left above his head.

But this time, with previous experience, Yang Lin didn't wait for the shadow above his head to speak, and said first, "Everyone, what race are you?"

These black shadows are obviously much taller than the dwarves, and they look similar to normal people, but because they are just black shadows and cannot see the facial features, it is difficult to make a judgment.

"You're here at last, boy."

"We are the gods of the elves."

"We've been waiting for you for a long time!"

"You already know that the new reincarnation is about to start..."

Above the head, seven black shadows spoke in turn.

Yang Lin was even more shocked.

The elves... this race is second.

And a new cycle begins...

Before, he was worried that those dwarves were lying to him.

But now it seems that even if those dwarves have reservations about him or deceive him, this matter should be true!

(End of this chapter)