Dragon-Marked War God

Jiang Chen’s words suddenly angered the gods. For a time, Jiang Chen felt a huge horror of horror. He seemed to be suffocating, but he knew that within the ancestral tower, he Can't hurt myself.

"It seems that you are really not afraid of me."

The sorcerer smiled and sighed with the weather, and retreated like a tide. His face also had a bitter taste.

"My Jiang Chen, never respects the sky, does not fear ghosts, I only believe in myself!"

In a word, domineering and rushing into the sky, at that moment, the eyes of the craftsman became radiant.

"Ha ha ha ha, good one does not respect the heavens, do not fear ghosts! Good boy, you are my appetite. There is bones, domineering. Cultivation is a way to steal the heavens and the earth, to create a life-and-death cycle, what you want is to go forward, kill There is no way to cut down, no respect for ghosts and gods, and no fear of power overlord, so that you can have the opportunity to step on the road of God."

“The predecessors praised me. Now in your eyes, I am just an ant.”

Jiang Chen smiled lightly. Although he had a gully in his chest, it did not mean that he had no one in his eyes. The greatness of the craftsman, he had already heard that Mo Lingdong Chen had said that a great man of an era, a peerless legend between heaven and earth, deserves his respect. of.

"Dare to love and hate, humble and respectful, overbearing and reasonable. Good boy, you really make me more and more like it. I am proud of my life, and people are still quite accurate."

The craftsman muttered.

"I was supposed to destroy the gods. I was supposed to lead him to appear. Unfortunately, after all, the defeat was completed. Millions of years have passed, and he has successfully embarked on his own road of imperialism, hehe."

The craftsman smiled a little miserable and quite self-deprecating.

"How do you say this to your predecessors?"

Jiang Chen seems to have seen a trace of sorrow and even despair from the eyes of the gods, to the final decadence, the gods, and the pain.

"Actually, I want to train you and be my inheritor, but I am afraid that you will die without a place to die."

The craftsman said hesitantly.

"The gods are humble, but it doesn't matter."

The temperament of Jiang Chen makes the gods appreciate it very much, and he is very fond of it, but his heart is getting more and more painful.

"Thousands of years have passed, maybe there are some things. After all, it’s time to go. But I am not willing, I am not willing."

At this moment, the demeanor of the craftsman is not like a great powerhouse. Instead, it is like a lonely old man who has been injured. His eyes are full of sorrow.

"I have been proud of my life, I have been glorified for the first time, and I am a world-famous person. I have made friends with another master of refining. We have a similar taste. When we see each other, we have a friendship with each other. There is no private exchange between them. Experience, but the human heart is not enough to swallow the elephant, but I have ignored this point. He touched me. It was for a certain purpose. One day, he even extended the idea of ​​killing me. Just to win the whole thing in my hands. In the end, I was also hit hard by it. In desperation, I was killed and completely degraded, and eventually became a remnant of the tomb of the god."

The craftsman's words are concise, but only between words, Jiang Chen can feel his sorrow and pain, even the dangers of life, the glory of the world, the ruin in the hands of the most trusted people, the kind of sadness, how painful, why mourn.

The gods of the gods are somewhat silent, the kind of pain, the hatred, even if it has been tens of millions of years, it is still difficult to reduce. The most memorable but ancient people, the most disdain is family!

"Now, he may have already achieved his own path of imperialism. I saw his talents in the past. Unfortunately, some people are ultimately unable to be good at all. Hehehe. So, I Originally, I wanted to destroy this land of burial, but I met you. You let me see myself when I was young, and I was proud of it. I couldn’t live forever, even if I was prosperous, I had to be free. Better, your momentum, and more majestic and unparalleled! But don't be too conceited, otherwise, it will only be like me, sad and bleak, and the glory of the world will become a sorrow."

"Thank you for being humbly teaching."

Jiang Chen said with a hand, with a trace of sincerity and humility.

"I want to teach you the skills of all things and the forgings. I only ask you to avenge me. But this road is really too difficult, and even at any time, it will kill Huang Quan." Let a person who has not even reached the gods, to find a strong person who may have broken through the emperor to fight for the front, it is really difficult for some strong people."

The craftsman shook his head, and some felt their own thoughts, the Arabian Nights.

"Bitter people, the sky is not lost, there are people who are willing, things are done!"

Jiang Chen said with a grim look.

"Well, I really didn't look at the wrong person. If so, then I will pass on your "Artisan Spectrum", which is the unique method of the refining of the gods, with the fire of all things and the fire of the red lotus industry. It can temper all things and forge a peerless soldier."

"Thank you for the master!"

The river dust is heavy and the look is grim.

The master of the sound, called the craftsman, shook his head and said:

"When can you kill him, he will call me a master again."

"The disciple remembers."

"Well, I can easily tell you about this. The division of the sacred treasures is divided into pseudo artifacts, artifacts, celestial artifacts, meta artifacts and hybrid treasures. As for the real peers, this is the mother of the world. It is called a chaotic sacred instrument. I think that your pagoda may also be a peerless instrument."

"Chaos the holy device?"

Jiang Chen was shocked and shocked. He knew that this ancestral tower was quite horrible, but he did not expect that this ancestral tower was comparable to the chaotic sacred instrument, which made Jiang Chen extremely excited.

"But perhaps it seems that it is not perfect enough, and it is not yet a chaotic sacred device."

The words of the gods made Jiang Dian’s time collapse.

"The predecessor of the craftsman, can't you talk so much when you talk? It hurts me to be happy."

Jiang Chen said with a smile.

"Haha, you little guy, it is a bit interesting. Now, I will teach you the method of forging. Refining equipment is definitely not an easy task, especially the refining of real artifacts. First of all, from the selection of materials, it must be If you are a superior object, go to its dross, take its essence, and finally integrate it into the master of all things, and make every effort to create a real artifact, and every artifact is worth the price. In the realm of the gods, it can be refined. There are not many masters of artifacts.

The real refiner, all of them are regarded as the guest of the family, and they are high-ranking officials, and they can cultivate the materials and enjoy them. Once you become a refiner, it is a one-of-a-kind existence. In the realm of the gods, not every **** of the gods can have an artifact, and even get an artifact. It is already incomparable. Because the refining of artifacts is against the sky, every artifact of the Yuan will be born in the west.

The refiner is far from being as simple as anyone thinks. And the refinery's control of the flame is also extremely demanding. ”

The gods and gods taught me, and Jiang Chen also listened carefully.

"These five kinds of flames, although not as good as the red lotus industry fire, are also true real life."

Between Jiang Chen and his hand, the five elements are really hot, and they are in their hands, rising up.

The **** of the gods suddenly shines.