PS: In the last two days, the cuties have supported it.

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More than an hour later

The surrounding space was completely infected by the power of the door character script and incorporated into its system.

As soon as his mind moved, Wu Hao had already appeared on the periphery of the portal.

Still pinching the roll of golden fur in his left hand, he looked at the portal in front of him, stretched out his hand, and entered the pet space. After feeling it carefully, even though he had complete control over the space inside the portal, he still couldn't sense the situation in the area inside the altar.

And even the power of the door character script can no longer penetrate into the interior at this point.

"What the hell is going on inside this altar?"

Wu Hao's brows furrowed, a little puzzled. This was the first time he had encountered a space that even the door script could not penetrate, and he could not even detect it.

Still, he could feel the throbbing of the inscription and the longing for the inner area of the altar.

There seems to be something very important to it.

The desire to devour that has never been before is constantly derived from the instinct of the character of the door, affecting Wu Hao's mind.

"Is it ......?"

What is the chance of promotion in the door character script?

Wu Hao's eyes suddenly lit up.

Looking around, he decided to leave the place first, find a safe place, and do some exploration.

Before leaving, Wu Hao looked at the sarcophagus in the small door room on the left. After thinking about it, he put it away.

It always felt a little strange, it used to contain something as weird as golden fur. There must be something special about it. Maybe it will be useful in the future.

Zhou Papi's character is online again!

Wu Hao searched the entire secret archive corridor inside and out, as long as he saw strange items or knowledge books, he moved them to his pet space.

These are all good things, especially those lonely books, which record a lot of interesting and unknown stories or information, which can become Wu Hao's pastime when he is bored.

In the end, about one-third of the things in the underground corridor were collected by Wu Hao, which was simply a locust transit, without a single grass, and gave full play to his character of picking up his skin.

"Hey, forget it!"

"Although I am also to protect the flame of civilization, I am determined to be a transmitter and recorder of civilization knowledge and information; Collectors. But it's really rare to have to give other people some chances, and it's really rare for someone as great as me to be selfless. ”

"Hey, why do you always feel so perfect?"

Looking at the corridor of secret archives that had almost become empty, Wu Hao showed a warm smile. He felt that he had contributed a lot to the preservation of the fire of human civilization.

Of course, the books, archives, objects, etc., which he had altered and left traces, were left intact and left here.

You can't take away what you're pretending to be forced to.

After thinking about it, he engraved the pattern of a clock in the most conspicuous position of the corridor.

In order to avoid his character being discovered and losing face. Wu Hao was next to the clock again, using a wisp of light power of an earthly angel to condense a line of words.

As soon as the clock mark is touched, the line will be revealed.

As for what exactly this line is, please let him sell it first. Anyway, it's very forced, and it's just crazy and cool.

"Perfect!"

"With his own clock imprint, he can independently absorb the power of the surrounding faith snowman, and this wisp of light can not only last for hundreds of years, thousands of years, but will also become stronger and stronger. Maybe something strange will develop in the future. ”

Wu Hao nodded with satisfaction, and then chose to leave this place completely.

This trip to the main city of the Holy See can be regarded as completely completed.

Not only did he discover that this was the famous snowy land in the game, but he also took away the source of the ownerless faith snowman, harvested the golden fur, the eerie portal and the altar area inside, and the sarcophagus.

Speaking of sarcophagus, Wu Hao feels very interesting, and always feels that he is inseparable from all kinds of coffins.

In the valley where he had stopped, there was still a huge blood-colored coffin, and now he had obtained a sarcophagus.

It always feels like one day, I want to bury myself with my own hands.

"Phew!"

"Bad luck!"

"What are you thinking!"

"God buried Himself with His own hands. emmm, it's almost the same as burying your own body. ”

"There are exactly two coffins, the blood-colored coffin belongs to oneself, and this sarcophagus is reserved for the flesh. Well, good idea, just do it! ”

Wandering his thoughts, Wu Hao once again passed through the black and white barrier, standing on the periphery of the snowy city, looking at this huge and mysterious city.

Silent for a long time.

This will be one of his most important bases.

Here, too, will be his foothold in the human world.

This is where everything begins and ends.

Here, he'll be back.

One day, he will come down here with the power of a true Creator, and with his vast majesty and power, he will announce the coming of God to the whole world!

"Yes, everything will!"

"This day will not be too far away."

On the other side, after Wu Hao left the underground corridor of the secret archives.

Originally, the black-and-white portal was embedded in the underground rock wall. But as he removed the black and white portal, the rock wall gradually became soft.

First, a little crack appeared, and then from the crack, a trace of red liquid seeped out. Under the convergence of blood, a strange plant that was larger than the Fusang tree Wu Hao had ever seen grew along the wall.

"No ......"

"I obviously feel the breath of the offspring......

"The way back ......"

There seemed to be a murmuring sound, and it quickly disappeared without a trace.

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The name of the god talks strangely about the world

Wang Xuemin changed his previous low-key style in the village. first exposed the terrorist power of the quasi-martial artists, and then with the support of many clan elders and many armed members in the village, he seized the power of the village's armed forces in one fell swoop.

Began to sweep the surroundings with the support of the village in the spring ploughing season of Huaiyue to prepare for production.

Of course, in this process, Wang Xuemin also asked the village to collect all kinds of strange materials.

There are strange stones, unknown animal bones, commonly used candles, human ointment on the body of the dead, and so on.

The explanation given for this is the use of cultivation.

In the world of strange talks, the cultivation of martial artists is all strange, and all kinds of strange items will be used, so everyone has no doubts.

Until, far away in the Wang family in Sangma Town, someone noticed the situation here, and secretly investigated and confirmed Wang Xuemin's situation.

night

Wang Xuemin sat alone at home, took a sip of bitter tea leaves, and with the help of the dim candle light, he could see the smile on his face.

"Are you coming?"

"It came at the right time."

"It's time to build an altar for God."

"After preparing for so long, my god Haotian Supreme, your brilliance is bound to shine on the whole world!"

Wang Xuemin's eyes bloomed with the brilliance of faith.

The ticking clock gradually rang and spread out in all directions.

Bursts of hurried footsteps came from outside at the same time.

The people of the Wang family are here!

The night is also more intense.

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