Monster Editor: I can create evil gods

"What an interesting party."

If Su Ziyu were here, he would definitely be frightened by this female voice.

The ancient patriarch who was shrouded in black robes sat on the edge of the bed, and the voice that could float out from under the black robe was no longer an old hoarseness, but a crisp female voice.

His hand stretched out from under the black robe, not as withered and thin as before, but white and red, like a little girl's arm.

Looking at the card in his hand, the black-robed man shook his head and laughed softly:

"It seems that this trip did not come in vain, sure enough, I have to go outside, otherwise I always stay at home, and people will be moldy."

Putting the card into the black robe, the ancient patriarch looked out the window again, and the face hidden under the black robe gradually lost his concentration, and the sunny smiling face of a big boy actually appeared in front of his eyes.

The face under the black robe actually showed a smile, and the silver bell-like laughter suddenly came out:

"I didn't expect that Brother Ziyu would also be here."

"Well, do you want to tell him my true identity? He seems to have always regarded me as

a grandfather..." "Let's take a look tomorrow, I don't know what Patriarch Weng is going to do, the matter of the immortal ceremony, do I have to talk to my grandfather?"

The black-robed man nodded to himself, Qianqianyu's hand leaned out from under the black robe, his fingers squeezed gently, his spirit circled, and suddenly formed a small ghost and floated out the window.

After doing all this, the black-robed man muttered

, "I hope there will be no moths at this party, I came here for that thing."

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Feng Li stared at the cards on the table, his eyes burning incomparably.

He has been in this position for more than ten minutes.

"I have to immediately ask those smelly boys in the family to help me prepare the materials, hehe, although some materials are not easy to get, but not completely impossible."

Feng Li stood up, slowly walked to the full-length mirror, looked at the little old man in the mirror with drooping skin and wrinkled face, and couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile.

A moment later, Feng Li's eyes suddenly became extremely fanatical, and his two hands slowly touched his face, and he smiled silly:

"Truth Crystal testifies, Weng Yilie can't lie, this time it's true, I can really get immortality, hahaha!"

The laughter lasted for a while and then gradually stopped, Feng Li raised his head, his eyes became extremely fierce, and said with a sinister smile:

"Hehe, the smelly boy of the Su family, if the old man can get eternal life, the first person to kill is you!"

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Oguyao closed the curtains in the room, checked all the corners of the room, and then slowly sat back on the edge of the bed.

He squeezed the card tightly in his hand, and the fat on his face trembled with nervousness.

Looking at the wall with wide eyes, after half a ring, Oguyao hammered the wall hard and took a heavy breath:

"Damn it! How so!

After breathing heavily a few more times, Ao Guyao opened his eyes again, and a fierceness flashed in his pupils.

Standing up and packing up his tie and clothes, Ou Gu Yao looked at the cards in his hand again and muttered

, "The Truth Crystal Ball has been confirmed, then the content recorded in these cards will not be fake, Weng

Yilie does not have the ability to perfectly control the zero-order forbidden objects..."

So...... Does the ritual of obtaining immortality really require the corpses of four Hui Yue-level warlocks?

Wouldn't that guy from Weng Yili want..." Thinking

of that possibility, Ogu Yao's face became even more ugly, "Does he trust us, or is he secretly arranging?"

Damn, the prayer ritual has always been his preparation, so many years, if he hadn't suddenly said it, maybe I would have forgotten....

He obviously has a better way to deal with it, but why tell this secret?

And no one knows whether the eternal life ceremony can only make one person immortal or many people..." Sitting

quietly on the bed, Oguyao's eyes gradually narrowed, "Let's ask yourself, if it really doesn't work, I can also start first, hehe, Weng Yilie's old bone, has long been not my opponent." Getting

up, opening the door, seeing that the rest of the guest rooms were all closed, Ao Gu Yao had a smile on the corner of his mouth, slowed down, and went upstairs.

Upstairs is Weng Yilie's master room, and the butler's room is located at the entrance of the stairs on the second floor, bypassing the butler's room and gently going upstairs.

Glancing at the master room in the corridor, Oguyao straightened his tie, rubbed his face and replaced it with a smile, before approaching and knocking on the door.

"It's me."

"Please come in."

Inside the door came Weng Yili's voice.

Ao Guyao took a deep breath and slowly pushed open the door.

Inside the door, Weng Yili, wearing a loose black warlock cloak, was sitting behind his desk, reading something with his head down.

The sudden appearance of Ao Gu Yao did not surprise the old man, and he did not even raise his head.

"Elder Weng, didn't disturb your rest, did you?"

That kind of squinting smile appeared on Ogayao's face again.

"Oh? Brother Ogu is you, come and sit. Hearing

this, Weng Yilie pointed to the chair opposite him, and a smile also appeared on his face.

"It's so late, Brother Ogu still hasn't rested?"

Weng Yilie did not bother the butler anymore, but personally made a cup of hot tea for Oguyao.

"Elder Weng has a heart."

Ao Gu Yao held the hot tea, took a sip, and then slowly said after a while:

"Elder Weng, you know all the contents of the eternal life ceremony, right?"

Weng Yilie did not hurry to answer, and after taking a sip of tea, he said slowly:

"Hehe... What's wrong? Just come to me because of this? The sacrifice ceremony of the Sage of the Night has always been prepared by me. "

Elder Weng misunderstood." Seeing that Weng Yilie's tone was not good, Ao Guyao quickly explained, "I just want to know, if the content of this card is true, what are your plans?"

As he spoke, Ao Guyao took out the card with the immortal ritual written on it, staring at Weng Yilie, waiting for the other party's reaction.

"Hehe..." After

a long time, Weng Yilie let out a dry laugh, got up and walked to the wardrobe, turned his back to Ao Guyao, and said lightly:

"Then I'll show you something."