I! Cleaner!

At this moment, Leon no longer cared about the mutterings of the third-generation old man.

Feeling the dead and cold, yet inexplicably familiar breath emanating from Emma, ​​Leon could not help but be stunned.

After noticing the changes in herself, Emma's expression could not help but show a little confusion, and then she subconsciously raised her head and cast a slightly helpless look at Leon.

"I'm..."

"You're doing great things! Great things!"

Before Leon could answer, the third-generation old man behind him spoke first, gave a thumbs-up and praised:

"Although your taste in picking men is a little bad, you are really talented in the power of death, and your understanding of death is obviously different from that of ordinary people! Well... let me see."

After reaching into his arms and groping for a few times, he took out a pair of dirty reading glasses and put them on. The third-generation director scratched his slightly bald back of the head and said without surprise:

"Your blood is related to death, and you are born with several fragments of the power of [death]. If you count your ancestors, there should be at least eight or nine great witch-level psychics, and all the power fragments were passed down to you. Here they come."

"Great witch-level medium?"

"That's the kind of human medium who has learned a little bit of the corresponding power by practicing the secrets of the Great Court for many years."

After looking back at Leon with a surprised look on his face, the third-generation old man explained:

"Those great mediums are seriously below the standard in terms of power, with only 20 to 30 points of Leon value, but because they have practiced the secrets of the Great Court for many years, their understanding of power is not bad, and they can basically cross the threshold of true gods.

And people like them who have touched the threshold of true gods in terms of power are similar to the situation of the Thirteenth Royal Family. They can pass on part of the power fragments they have mastered to their descendants through their bloodline."

After explaining the bloodline issue, the third-generation old man turned around and looked at Emma again, then nodded. Nodding and saying with a look of understanding:

"Besides your extraordinary talent, your acquired experience is also... well... basically you are always with death, and you can't get away from it for a moment.

Not only was you targeted by the Lord of the Dead Realm very early, and gave birth to a child who could naturally transcend life and death, but you also witnessed and experienced a large number of deaths later, and even the awakened abnormalities were related to death, and you often died and came back to life at any time... With so many things accumulated, you really should have some experience."

"Third generation!"

For fear that the third generation old man would touch on the overly painful experiences of Senior Emma if he continued to speak, Leon quickly said:

"Senior Emma is like this now, there will be no danger, right?"

"What danger can she be in?"

The third generation old man couldn't help but sneer when he heard this Smiled and said:

"Don't worry, I've said before, this is a good thing.

We humans basically can't transcend death. Even someone as strong as me has to die, and generally only experience death once in a lifetime, so there are very few people who can comprehend the power of death, and those mediums only grasp fragments of death.

It's just that the power of death itself is "big" enough. Even if you only comprehend one tenth or twentyth of it, it is enough to support a true god-level master of the dead world, and her current situation is equivalent to a living master of the dead world.

With the potential she has shown, when she dies one day, if you can kill another master of the dead world and make the position vacant, she can almost directly take the position."

Senior Emma...take the position of the master of the dead world?

After looking at Emma with a complicated expression, Leon was about to continue asking, but he heard a sharp creaking sound of metal deformation from the iron pot behind him.

"Ouch! My pot!"

Looking at the men and women falling out of the hanging pot like dumplings after it was overturned, the third-generation director couldn't help stamping his feet, and hurried back and shouted with a distressed face:

"Why are you pushing! Will you die if you come out one by one? My pot is broken!"

"Sorry, third-generation sir."

After tidying up his messy outer robe, there were many yellow mud spots on his temples. Looking at the rather embarrassed Sagittarius director, he stood up and explained:

"Even if the Gate of the Dead has been occupied by Leon, the Dead Realm is the territory of the Dead Realm's masters after all. So many people want to come in. It's not an easy task to not alert them. We can only follow the mirror world channel opened by Leon and steal..."

"Okay, okay, how you got in is none of my business."

The third-generation old man interrupted the explanation of the Sagittarius director rudely, looking at the Taurus director who stood up with the help of the tombstone, and said impatiently:

"Where's the stuff! Quick, quick, quick! Take it out and let me see it! Your level is not good enough, don't ruin the materials for me!"

I knew it would be this sentence...

No mistakes in one post, one content, one book, one forum, one 6, one 9!

After hearing the rather impolite comments from the Third Generation Old Man, the usually amiable Taurus Director couldn't help but roll his eyes at him, then raised his hand and threw a small bag embroidered with lotus leaves over, and then patiently reminded him:

"Third Generation Master, I have already done all the preliminary processing, and there is nothing to pay attention to for other materials, except for that Pillar God. Compared with other True Gods, it..."

"Its fluctuations are more special, and no matter how it is suppressed, it cannot match other materials, so it must be processed separately, either as a 'base' or as an 'embellishment'... If you can see it clearly, how can I not know it?"

"..."

"Okay, don't talk about this nonsense, let me follow it!"

Reaching out and pulling away the small pocket's bundle rope, looking at the forty real gods that were neatly brought back in the eyes, the three generations of old men laughed so much that the teeth were stunned.

"The material processing is pretty good, I start to get it, just look at the others ... except!"

Speaking of this, the old man of the three generations seemed to think of something, and quickly re -tied to a good bag in his arms, then turned his head and looked at Lyon behind him, and pointed at the distance with a vigilant look.

"Stand away! It is best to stand behind the tree directly! Never approach my pot!"

"..."

Looking at the expression of the three generations of old men, the corners of Lyon could not help but smoke slightly.

You are old ... the director, the dozens of true gods still got it, but you just treat me like this?

"Go, go!"

Seeing Lyon standing in place, he didn't seem to want to move. The old man in the three generations couldn't help but take a half step back, as if he was afraid of being stained with something dirty, and his eyes were nervous and humane again:

"You have learned your secret ... Anyway, when you are next to you, I don't have the bottom of my heart! My forging secret method pays attention to a whole heart, you can easily affect me!"