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Watching Yun leave, Yu Ye looked at this luck master profession, covered in a layer of fog, and couldn't see it at all.

With a sigh, Yuye continued to be busy, teaching professions and hiding professions.

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

A cripple of the Minggu clan, who teaches the profession of a master of the underworld.

A retired teenager from the dead family, teaching the profession of necromancer.

On the way to teach a career? Rainy nights are getting worse.

Busy on a rainy night, spending thousands of years? After the second round of teaching, return to the human race, and watch the changes in the final chapter quietly on a rainy night. How many years have passed? The God of Plague appeared in front of Rainy Night.

Master? Are you here?

Hmm, this time? There is one thing to bother you.

Say it, master.

I need a reliable candidate to suppress the God of Creation and watch over, monitor, and record the God of Creation at all times. This is not a matter of one or two years? It is calculated in units of hundreds of millions of years.

You mean to let me go?

Yu Ye frowned and spoke, feeling extremely reluctant in her heart, a little confused about the current situation.

No, I'm not letting you go, I'm letting you go. Jiang Yuye was puzzled, and the Plague God explained again: You now have three hidden professions? I want to separate one of them and integrate it into the Tower of Suppression .”

The Tower of Fate? Four words came to Yuye's mind and blurted out.

Yeah, I'm also looking at the hidden profession of the Underworld God, the Tower of Dark Luck? A good name, really a good name, so it's decided.

The Plague Dharma God opened his mouth and set specific matters.

Uh, no idea? The name of the Tower of Dark Luck was decided by himself again.

How to separate? Master? You speak.

Not difficult? Open your eyes? Just close your eyes.

Yu Ye was dubious, and the Plague Dharma God condensed a thick sledgehammer behind Yu Ye's head. Boom, the hammer fell, and directly knocked Yu Ye unconscious.

Rainy night coma? The God of Plague began to extract the hidden profession of the rainy night - the god of the underworld.

After a dizzying operation? The hidden profession of Hades was extracted, and an illusory figure emerged, lifeless, without any light in his eyes, like a puppet.

The Plague Dharma God waved his hand, stored the figure in a plague, and disappeared.

Sigh, the God of Plague tore apart the space, appeared directly in Wutian's space, handed it to Wutian, the underworld god profession, and said:

Wu Tian? How is the tower of suppression refined?

It's still short of the last three layers to succeed, no more than three years at most.

Yeah, the progress is good. Is it possible to integrate this profession into the Tower of Suppression and make it an artifact?

No, there is no soul, only an empty job? There is no way to achieve an artifact soul.

It's been expected, but for your master's sake? I didn't bring your master's soul back with me.

What did you say? This profession belongs to my master?

Yes, but starting today? It will no longer belong to him, maybe a long time later? Rainy night will be able to continue to obtain this profession.

If you want to be an artifact soul, this profession must have its own consciousness.

Wu Tian opened his mouth and gave a solution.

Yeah, I've been prepared for a long time, you see

The God of Plague opened his mouth and took out a stream of pure soul, and Qishan exuded a refreshing breath.

You? You are. Wutian was shocked, and continued to speak: You are the soul refined from the evil spirits and holy three gods? And you look like my master?

No, no, you don't know the power of forging, you don't know how to draw spirits? how did you do it? And your blacksmith level?

The power of forging is actually very simple; the spirit extraction technique is also very simple; as for the level of the blacksmith? It is even easier to improve.

The God of Plague opened his mouth, revealing the power of forging and the profession of a blacksmith, Wutian was dumbfounded.

Forging power? It is thicker than Wutian's, blacksmith profession? Reached the level of a ninth-level god.

This soul? Possesses all the advantages of your master, and merges into the tower of suppression together with the tower of the underworld god? Absolutely not a problem.

Hmm, but can you fuse?

Can.

finished? The God of Plague merged this soul into the God of Hades.

Huh? A rainy night appeared, but his face turned darker.

master?

Starting today? Your name is Hades? Do you know your mission?

I know, suppress the God of Creation, fight with him, and prevent him from getting out of trouble.

This mission is dead, and the unit is hundreds of millions of years. Are you mentally prepared?

Ok, I know.

There are not many myths about Ming, but they are extremely firm.

Thousands of years have passed? Wutian completely refined the Tower of Suppression and integrated the god of the underworld into it. The Tower of Dark Luck appeared for the first time in the Final Chapter Continent.

Plague God? Here.

Uh-huh.

The God of Plague took it, went to a specific point in the final chapter, and placed it down. The tower of instant fortune is integrated with the entire final chapter and the altar of the Creator God, becoming the deepest nail embedded in the body of the Creator God.

The God of Creation let out a roar, and crazily counterattacked the Tower of Dark Luck.

Underworld exudes professional power, resists, attacks the creator god, and weakens its strength. Plague gods appear from time to time to help Underworld attack together.

time? Just like this slowly passing by, the Tower of Dark Luck? Also by brand new? Transformed into rags.

Yuye didn't know anything about this matter, only knew that her Underworld career had disappeared.

Ten thousand years later? Yu Ye woke up from a coma. Feeling your career disappear? sigh.

Think about it carefully? Go to ancient times by yourself? Everything that needs to be done has been done, it's time to go back.

But teaching profession? Complete the task of the Plague God? It will take a while.

After staying in the mainland for a million years in the final chapter, teaching professions non-stop, Yu Ye returned to the human race and fell into a deep sleep again.

Sleeping for a million years? Wake up in the rainy night, and start to teach the profession again and again in the final chapter.

Yu Ye found a problem: the more he taught himself? The more occupations in the mind, the creativity of creatures? Sometimes endless.

A blink of an eye? Tens of thousands of years have passed, and Yuye's body has an aura of twilight, as if he will die at any moment, dying.

Thousands of years? The human race has spread all over the continent of the final chapter, and how many ninth-level gods have Yu Ye killed in these years? Already broke three million, exceeding the task

A million years of sleep? Some of the professions that Yuye taught before were cut off, and some new professions took over, but Yuye could only go out again and teach, and it went round and round, without a moment of rest.

Why? Wouldn't I have been looking forward to it in ancient times? You won't be cheated by the master, will you? Think more? The more likely it is, the rainy night let out a heavy sigh.

this day? In the rainy night, when the last class was taught for the nth time, a system prompt sounded in his mind.

Ding, congratulations on successfully completing the mission of the Plague God (Ancient).

Ding, congratulations on getting the space-time golden ship.