"Why did you kill Upman?" the murmur on the radio somehow joined into a sentence - the voice was solemn, solemn, and urgent.

"I don't, who are you?" Wu Bi shook his head.

"I'm Hades, I'm busy, they don't know I'm talking to you. The voice on the other end of the radio said.

"Hello, I'm Hades, I'm busy taking care of the underworld now, and I urgently need three thousand yuan soul coins to improve efficiency?"

The other end of the "......" radio was silent for a moment, obviously not expecting Wu Bi to react like this.

"If I transfer it to you, will the position of the leader of the black team in the future be mine?" Wu Bi was bored, and by the way, he teased the person on the radio - for two months, Wu Bi has been chatting with Xiao Liang Chao's alien race and Xiao Lu until he gets tired, there is really no new topic, and he really wants to have some new communication.

And...... Even the chicken brought out of Zhongzhou has grown majestic—the chicken seems to have become much more powerful under the influence of foreign races.

......The person on the radio continued to be silent, but Wu Bi suddenly felt a chill flow through his mind, as if something had slipped into it and walked out lightly.

"Sure enough, you killed it...... So that's it...... Not bad. The man on the other end of the radio seemed to be nodding his head as he spoke.

"I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense. Wu Bi didn't know if this "Hades" was deceiving himself, or if he really saw through what he was thinking.

"Be wary...... There's nothing wrong with that. The voice said slowly, "Okay, I'm leaving, you can do it yourself." ”

"Wait a minute, are you really the king of Hades?" Wu Bixin said that if this was Mossman's little trick, it seemed that it had not achieved its goal at all, right?

"I said I was true, and you believed it?" and the voice was a little erratic.

"Confess what? I didn't kill you. Wu Bi bit to death.

"Hahaha! Hades smiled, "The Soul Division is not my sole decision, and I have other important things to do, so don't blame me for 'hearing' in this form......"

"It seems that you all have nothing to ask about, so I won't show up. Hades's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he left a sentence with Wu Bi, "You keep those three knives, maybe you can really use them in the future......"

Listening to Hades talk about the three knives, Wu Bicai really believed it, but just as he was waiting for it, the voice on the radio turned into a "rustle" sound again - obviously Hades had gone offline.

Wu Bi couldn't help but reminisce about the brief "exchange" with the king of Hades just now, and felt that it was quite meaningful—the three knives themselves might be useful in the future? What is the use? Aren't knives just for chopping?

Wu Bi was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the opposite wall, and found that Long Jing happened to be looking at him, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes.

Wu Bi turned his gaze to the radio for a moment, looking back at Long Jing.

Long Jing nodded, thoughtful.

Then nothing happened, and Wu Bi persevered in pain and pleasure for another two more months—during these two months, Wu Bi had refined the Frost Giant's human head and reaped great benefits, and then when it came time to choose which sword to refine first...... Wu Bi struggled a little, and finally chose the Ten Fist Sword.

The reason is actually very simple - if he encounters a strong enemy, Wu Bi's indefinite slash will take too long to accumulate power, and he needs some more direct and powerful offensive means.

In close combat, Wu Bi has a soul guide fist, so to strengthen the long-range attack, of course, there is no more suitable option than the ten-fist sword.

After starting to refine the Ten Fists Sword, Wu Bi also found that its refining speed was only slower than that of the giants, and he also had a little admiration for Upman—this old thing didn't know how many years it had taken to refine these swords...... It's kind of perseverance.

The days passed, and I knew that one day, Wu Bi found that the number of participants had decreased for the first time in the "competition established" prompt that popped up in the cold!

There are new soul makers being brought in for "review" all the time, so it's understandable that the numbers are increasing, but what does it mean if there are fewer people?

Wu Bi looked up, and sure enough, he found that the expressions of the three people behind the opposite wall were different and different - Marston was like a mourner, and it was difficult to hide the disappointment on his face, obviously the person who finally admitted defeat was not as he wished; Long Jing's face was expressionless, only the contempt in his eyes made people feel that he had a trace of anger, and there was a little bit of pride; as for Mossman, he had an unfinished expression, and it was obvious that four months of "censorship" had kept him in an extremely excited state, and he had not recovered until now.

"Are you satisfied?" Long Jing looked at Marston, but Marston was silent.

"Not satisfied...... Mossman replied, "It would be nice if time could stand ahead......

"Announce it. Long Jing didn't want to say a word to Mosmando.

"Ah, hee-hee...... Mosman didn't have anything to shirk, and the tentacles on his forehead shook continuously, obviously announcing the results of this review to the higher-ups of the soul makers.

Just a second after the news was announced, Long Jing suddenly moved—Long Jing raised her fist at the Mosman in the room, facing the grinning weird figure.

There was no nonsense, only a soft sound—Long Jing's soul power fluctuated slightly for a moment, and then he saw that Mossman's entire figure was gone, and he was beaten into a layer of flesh and blood painted on the wall.

Dead? Wu Bi didn't understand it, but seeing Marston's frightened eyes, he guessed that Mosman should have been killed by Long Jing.

After Long Jing finished fighting, he turned to Marston with no kindness in his eyes......

Seeing this, Wu Bi suddenly noticed that the floor under his feet had become soft, and then there was a stirring of space—and when he came back to his senses, he found that he had returned to the stone chamber of the Soul Builder.

The vegetable garden lay out quietly beside Wu Bi, so close that it seemed that the sound of everything growing could be heard, and surprisingly, the stone room was empty.

didn't have time to think about anything, Wu Bi just stood up, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, it was Long Jing, who was still menacing just now.

"You killed them?" Wu Bi saw Mosman being beaten "gone" with his own eyes, and he didn't know what happened to Marston.

"No, only the mothman was killed. Long Jing said lightly, as if he had done something insignificant, "He made you suffer so much, and you deserve to die." ”

"That's nature. Wu Bixin said that with Long Jing's domineering character, he couldn't let them go like this, "I thought you were going to hammer Marston to death together......"

"Listen up. Long Jing's expression was extremely solemn, "Don't look forward to the day Marston dies, absolutely not." ”