PS: It's fat enough to call for a wave of new books, let's go read the new books.

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The Lord of Light secretly helped with the spell.

This was once the second priest of the body, but the potential was extraordinary.

She created a unique family of painted skin ghosts according to her own form. Recalling the bloody storm set off by the Painted Skin Ghost in the game, the King of Light's calm and waveless heart suddenly looked forward to it slightly.

Although the current Skin Painter is slightly different from the Skin Painter in the previous game, it is precisely because of the difference that people will look forward to what kind of waves these guys will make.

With the help of the King of Light, the spell became the lord of the netherworld, the king of all ghosts, and the gods of the second order, not to mention nine out of ten, but also with considerable certainty.

So far, for these attendants who have followed him for countless times, from the world of ghosts, to the world of human scalp paper, and finally to the world of time stoppage, Wu Hao can be regarded as having a beginning and an end.

Among the ten attendants, the three most important ones have all walked on the road to godhood, turning into gods who are in charge of one of the rules of the world. As for the other attendants, to be honest, he didn't care much anymore.

The road to godhood is lonely, and his feelings will only get weaker and weaker, and he cannot escape this law.

"The Lord of the Netherworld is tentatively set as a curse."

"There's still the Grim Reaper Path, the Dominator Path, and most importantly, the grotesque sequence."

The King of Light pondered to himself.

His figure disappeared into the Temple of Light in an instant, and all of them silently appeared in the space of Lalaye's mind.

Looking at Cthulhu, who was huge and sleeping sweetly, he reached out and tapped it gently.

Suddenly, a strange force spread, and Cthulhu's time seal was retracted, and the latter was awakened from its deep sleep at the shock of power.

Cthulhu's massive eyes began to roll slightly, distorting an ominous aura that swirled through Lalayer's space.

The King of Light, who was hidden on the side, could clearly see a trace of wisdom in his eyes.

Sure enough, he is worthy of being the king of the grotesque, and his strength has been promoted to the level of despair.

It's on par with the other three, and even slightly tougher.

Moreover, he seems to have developed his own wisdom long ago, and after waking up from his deep slumber, Cthulhu withdrew all his tentacles, and he only felt it for a moment.

And at this very moment.

Lalayah Mind Space, its core crystal, suddenly appeared here.

The core of the Lalaya space is now a spherical crystal, surrounded by layers of mysterious psychic fragments.

It was originally happily preparing to go home to plan the next trio's mischief plan, and this time it was going to go to the god name world where the ghost fog clone was located, so it wanted to move the base camp of the mental space.

But as soon as he appeared here, he was instantly confused.

it!

Bunker up!

Why did Cthulhu wake up?

Damn, the free meal ticket is gone?

This was the first reaction of the Lalayah space core.

Oh!

When Cthulhu saw this guy, he roared like an enemy, and his huge body and countless claws were frantically grabbing at Lalaye.

This hateful thing, which has been imprisoned here for so many years, has been treated as a free meal ticket, and no one can stand it.

The most important thing is that Lalaiya was originally his own thing, his own nest, the place where the body was conceived. But now his own has been betrayed by the crib, and even if Cthulhu's intelligence is different from that of humans, it can't be endured!

this guy!

Take back your own crib, oh no, it's the nest!

Rumble!

Suddenly, the two collided together.

"Damn it, meal ticket!"

"Who woke you up?"

The Lallaier crystal core was also indignant. Years of meal tickets, once turned into nothingness, it can't stand it.

Instead, soon, this guy discovers that Lalayah's strength is on par with his own.

And even more than some!

It's incredible, 99% of the food in this meal ticket has been robbed by himself, but he still relies on his own potential, starvation, and grows to such a point, how strong is the original potential of Cthulhu?

Even the King of Light, who couldn't notice the two, raised his eyebrows.

Cthulhu's power was indeed beyond his expectations.

He originally thought that Lallaille could use home advantage to suppress Cthulhu, but now it seems that this is not the case.

The potential of Cthulhu is too great.

However, the stronger the potential, the better, and has become the king of the grotesque, and if you want to be the master of the first sequence, you must have the power to suppress everything.

In the face of Cthulhu's strength, the King of Light not only did not worry, but became more and more happy.

The stronger the Lord of the Twelve, the stronger the feedback to the ontology, which is directly proportional.

On the other side, Lalaye saw that he couldn't suppress his long-term meal ticket, so he could only endure the heartache and directly ostracize Cthulhu.

Then he ran into the distance, leaving Cthulhu who had fallen into the ocean with a loud roar, wantonly venting his power between heaven and earth.

- Damn, you grandson thief waiting, wait for me to call everyone together, I can't kill you.

- Ghost Mist Boss, Second Brother Jingxin, Little Brother's meal ticket has defected, come and help.

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With the unsealing of Cthulhu, a certain rule of this world seems to have been touched, and countless strange auras have broken through the ground.

Strange powers, carrying endless ominous distortions and extremely polluting properties, have appeared all over the world.

In a huge deep-sea dead volcano, a giant crow with eight heads slowly opened its eyes.

It seems to have nine heads, but the position of the ninth head is empty.

The fiery breath of the sun continued to spread, and the temperature of the world suddenly rose a little.

"The Last Sun Mark!"

In the darkness, a deep voice emerged from the mouth of the giant beast.

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In the great volcano of death where the gods were eaten, a dark shadow suddenly spread out, silently blending into the world.

"Lord of Dusk, the upside-down cross......"

"We're going to be one!"

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The ruins of the former Sun City, a huge werewolf corpse, rise and fall in a building like a sun well.

"Battle of the Four Emperors...... I'm still losing. ”

"The power of the dark sun will finally be returned."

"O Lord of Light......"

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Inside that strange big tomb, it is suspected that Xu Fu's bones are buried in the lonely grave.

The little lonely grave cracked again, this time inward, inward, inward.

Countless corpses, strange creatures, constantly spewed out of it.

When the crack did not know how deep it went, a corpse slowly walked out of it.

The corpse looked at the top layer, where it was suspected that Xu Fu's original body was, and was silent.

"Mount Tai, Feng Zen ......"

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