"The Spirit of the Wind, the Shadow of Death, the Soul of a Saint ......"

Looking at the mess of materials in his hand that he didn't know what it was, Li Qingyuan fell directly into a state of downtime!

Who can tell him what these things are?

Originally, he thought that the materials he got should be things like Nine Heavens Dark Iron and Pangu Essence Gold, but when those old gods began to dig out the inventory at the bottom of the pressure box, he realized that he was taking it for granted.

You say that he can understand the horns of the unicorn and the minions of the dragon, but what is this saint soul and the shadow of death?

"Mage, do you need anything else?" Annecy stared at him excitedly, jumping around happily.

Annecy's body is actually a huge spider, just now because someone won the Queen of Sheba made him win dozens of believers, for the current Annecy, the mage is his dearest relative.

So seeing the mage frowning slightly, Annecy immediately volunteered to run over, ready to give him a shot or something.

"I need a furnace now, preferably with divinity!" Li Qingyuan thought for a moment, and directly reached out and received all these materials into the carry-on space and said.

Joke, regardless of whether he can use these materials or not, as long as it goes into his pocket, can he still take it out?

Besides, the reason why I don't understand the forging method of these materials now is that I haven't practiced my casting skills yet, as long as I wait for myself to upgrade two levels, I will know how to use these things.

"How is the furnace of Vulcan? His furnace should work, right? Hearing him say this, Mamagee asked directly at Odin.

Vulcan is the god of fire, and in addition to making gunpowder, crafting artifacts is also one of his pretenses.

Everyone knows that Vulcan is not bad now, not only did he open the largest gun production factory in the United States in Texas, but by the way, he also became the mayor of the town, which is considered the best among the old gods.

It's just that no one thought about it, because unlike Queen Sheba, the Vulcan has never been down, and when human technology changed from spear armor to gunpowder cannons, Vulcan was already the earliest beneficiary!

So in the minds of the gods, Vulcan's guy was the least likely to betray.

"No, Vulcan's furnace is his own, although Vulcan is dead now, but he has just died, and the divine power imprint is still there, and others can't use it at all in a short time!" Odin hurriedly dissuaded.

You must know that Vulcan was killed by him, and if all such a vote of gods were allowed to go to Vulcan's grave to investigate, someone would be able to find out the real cause of Vulcan's death.

After all, the powers of the gods are all varied, and each guy has his own unique stunts, even Odin doesn't dare to say that he can do it seamlessly.

"Then go to me, I remember that I should have a furnace used by an old friend thousands of years ago, and it should still work!" The black god put away his hammer and said to Li Qingyuan.

Just as there are countless versions of Jesus Christ, there are many of them!

It's just that except for Vulcan, who has become a righteous god of popular belief because of his large number of believers, the other losers have been directly wiped out in the long river of history.

However, although they failed, they also left a little trace of history, such as the galaxy furnace left by the friend of the black god.

Seeing the black god say this, the gods have no opinion, although the strength of the black god is slightly insufficient compared to Mamagee and Odin, but it can be regarded as a master who can sit firmly in the front row of combat power, plus there are three sisters of the star god living with him, and he is responsible for protecting the safety of the mage, everyone is absolutely relieved.

Of course, the so-called protection of the mage's safety is just polite words, what everyone really wants to protect is actually their own treasure that they just took out!

Those materials are very precious treasures even to the gods, and everyone is not familiar with the mage, so they will hand over half of Tai's net worth and life to him, what if the other party runs away with the money?

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"You live here?"

Looking at the dilapidated apartment building in front of him, Li Qingyuan only felt that his head was full of black lines.

"My salary can't afford a better house, and besides, you're a god, so why do you pay so much attention to external enjoyment?"

The black god said as he swallowed the smoke with a homemade cigarette in his mouth.

"Even gods should pay attention to their quality of life! That's how you like to be in this kind of place? "Someone was looking at the road with sewage flowing a little speechlessly, and he couldn't understand this guy's brain circuit.

It is true that for God, everything in the world does not have much significance, but making one's life better is not the most basic pursuit of being a human being.

"You are just too young, you must know that we are already old people who have experienced thousands of years, and we have experienced all the glory and wealth in the world, so we don't care about those vulgar things at all!" The black god patted her on the shoulder and said earnestly.

"Huh? Then my bottle of Rosso Polo vodka, it seems that you can throw it away, anyway, you don't care about the so-called material comforts! Seeing the old look of the black god, someone directly took out a wine bottle, and then threw it twice casually in his hand, throwing it directly to the ground!

"Don't!" Seeing that the bottle of vodka was about to fall to the ground, the black god immediately pounced on the vicious dog and took the bottle into his arms with a whoosh.

"How many years! How many years! ”

The black god clutched the bottle of wine tightly, and the old tears were almost excited.

He is the god of faith in the ancient Slavs, and everyone knows the belief in Maozi, except for drinking bare-chested, so the black god is also a drunkard.

It stands to reason that a god like him should have an artifact that pours out wine infinitely, but unfortunately, because of the collapse of the belief system, he is now barely able to maintain his own existence, how can there be excess divine power turned into wine?

In fact, with the salary of the black god in the slaughterhouse, it is completely possible to change to a better community, after all, butchers have never been a low-paying profession!

It's just that the extra money has been used by him to buy wine, if it weren't for the fact that the three sisters of Xingshen live with him, maybe this old guy is going to live directly in the slaughterhouse, so that he can save his salary to buy wine.

"Who just said that God shouldn't care about such vulgar things?" Li Qingyuan looked at the salivating appearance of the black god and asked with a smile.

"Nonsense! Says who? Stand up and see if I don't hammer him to death! If you can't even drink a sip of wine, what does it mean for a god to do it? Without hesitation, the black god slipped the bottle into his pocket, and then condemned it with a righteous face.

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