If it is taboo in other aspects, Roger may really have a little scruples.

However, the influence of the soul is just that.

Roger has never worried about soul matters, on the one hand, Roger's soul has a full 30,000 years of weight.

On the other hand, after obtaining Dolotia's Codex and practicing immortal souls, Roger absorbed the blood of a large number of mythical creatures, and the tenacity of his soul has improved compared to before.

Under these blessings, although Roger's soul cannot be said to be immortal, it is by no means easy to affect his soul.

Even in the previous battle with the Storm Lord, when the death knell sounded, Roger's body was inevitably injured, but his soul was not affected in any way from beginning to end, not even the slightest damage.

This is Roger's soul, a soul that is more powerful than the six gods.

The weirdness and pollution that the six gods can't bear, Roger doesn't care at all.

What's more, if we talk about pollution and weirdness, how many beings in this world can compare to themselves?

"It's okay, you tell me what materials I need, and I'll prepare them for you right away." Roger took a deep breath and said quietly.

"And it exists."

In Brin's opinion, refining potions is a very boring and chatty matter, it often takes half an hour, and an hour will not make such a little action, and my time is almost all about contemplating and observing, and it feels like it is not a fight with fishing.

On the side of the Dawn and Redemption Church, Brin's request was even more refused, after all, that gentleman was a servant of the male god, and Mr. Brin's request was not an oracle of the male god.

But the problem is beyond that, even in the mouth of the White Night Male God, there is no eighteenth-rank potion formula.

Anyway, there is no room for redemption, and the male god of the white night has not spoken out to remind him, what is the effect of reminding the existence of that extreme self-confidence, only before I have tasted this taste in person will I understand that my confidence today is not less ridiculous.

Although the Church of Dawn and Redemption is financially poor, it is also stingy with its expenses.

"It is a unique existence, so as long as the Yagami has fallen and the authority of the gods has been lost, the Yagami will always change."

Of course, compared to Cong Chen, Nitya's techniques are still too subtle.

After that, the Doomsday Volcano, although it destroyed the Holy City, vaporized the eternal scorching sun for tens of millions of believers.

It was Cong Chen who destroyed the coalition of the Eight Little Churches and destroyed the low hands that the Eight Little Churches did not have.

Nan Xiaolu also gradually recovered the intensity, the holy city was destroyed, and no one knew what was going on, but the eternal scorching sun was untying the shackles under him little by little.

Half a year later, the whole island has also begun to bloom brightly, and the huge island is constantly expanding, as if it is impossible to explode at any time.

If you don't have anything outside your own treasure house, you can take it out directly, and if you don't have it outside your own treasure house, you will spend money to buy it.

Yagami needed to rely on the authority of the gods in order to become gods.

Is there any way to do it...... Brynn thought it was because the gods were hiding their secrets, and they were willing to take out the original potion formula.

The reason why she first refined the potion of the Sky Path, Nitya was hoping that Brin would be able to advance in the face of difficulties, and before the fourth-order potion was taken, it could sense the impact on the soul, and now it was too late for Brin to regret it.

It's just seven of me, but Faos is a sister-in-law, and that one can definitely do it.

With a wave of his hand, the glass bottle flew towards Brin.

Isle of Skye.

However, it also destroyed the Holy Mountain of Feron, breaking some of the chains that were entangled in the eternal scorching sun.

In other words, those believers in the eight minor churches are not qualified to know at all.

Brin's eyes lit slightly.

Looking at the herbs, tumbling in the medicine furnace, bubbling and bubbling, the room was filled with a shallow layer of medicinal fragrance.

The corners of the White Night Male God's mouth twitched slightly, that is, he went to Brin's mind again to finish the refining of the last potion.

can be gradually influenced in their own souls

After the ringing, I understood the horror in it.

"Because the eighteenth rank doesn't need potions, what is needed is ...... God's authority."

So the male god of the white night did not hesitate, and quickly told Cong Chen all the recipes and materials needed.

Just like that, the war roared in the northern small land.

Sensing it slightly, Brynn swallowed the potion with his head held high before he could confirm that there was something wrong with the potion.

The White Night Male God Nitya glanced at Brin, and was silent for a few seconds before she spoke, "Eighteenth-rank potion recipe......

There is not too much difference between the eighteenth-rank potion formula and the existence of it.

Nitya's method of refining potions is quite exquisite, yes, it is still far worse than that of Shao Lotia, Shao Lotia This is a real magic man, and the method of refining potions almost makes people find out the slightest fault, and Nitya is obviously at that level.

Although the White Night Male God knew that those materials must be difficult to live in Brin, he definitely thought that Brinn could be gathered in such a short time, and he thought that it would take decades at most...... After all, there are not many materials that are almost extinct today, and it is difficult to find them.

Could it be that these eight paths are only flawed, or even broken enough?

However, for the people here, it is a great enjoyment.

Because I haven't scavenged a small amount of storage rings since then, all kinds of materials are piled up outside.

Nowadays, which country in the North Small Continent is grateful to Brin.

After a long time, Brin sighed deeply: "In that case, this is troublesome for Sister Nitya."

Cong Chen just stayed quietly at the door, watching silently.

There are eight paths, and each path does not have eighteen ranks.

There is no doubt that the White Night Male God is not very averse to refining potions, and the boring things in Brin's eyes are not very attractive to the White Night Male God.

It's just Nelson, and now it's a special presence of the savior in the whole of North Lesser Lublin.

After a full day and a half of hard work, the first potion was finally refined, and the original half-furnace of potion was condensed into a large bottle.

The anomaly should be like that.

Even the Elven Mother Tree was quickly restored to its original form, and everything was quiet and peaceful.

The vast majority of the materials needed to refine potions can be found in the storage rings, and as for the lack of these, Nelson notified Nelson, who in turn informed the principals of the entire North Continent and other countries that I did not have.

That's possible, even if it's the eight of us who make it up by ourselves, it should exist, right?

What does that mean?

It's like a capitalist desperately squeezing the workers, giving Nitya a little time to rest.

Call......

Now it's just asking for a little material, how can you agree?

Xi Xiaolu also quickly recovered his intensity, and the grief caused by the death of a small number of elves was gradually dissipating.

"There are no eight small churches, all the potion materials from the fourth rank to the seventeenth rank, it's here, you can finish refining it for him right away." The male god of the white night said in a deep voice.

Dong Xiaolu is still prosperous, except for the invasion of Brother Roger, it often brings a little trouble, as the headquarters of the Eight Little Churches, Dong Xiaolu does not have an astonishing number of low-handed, and Brother Congchen can be regarded as a generally difficult existence to deal with.

The whole world is a rare plunge into tranquility and serenity.

However, there is no eighteenth-rank potion recipe on Brin's side.

After all, in terms of abnormal circumstances, it is not the limit to be able to reach the realm of the little sage.

Brin's eyes finally fell.

It's like a stormy night! But the god of the night was disappointed, and before swallowing the potion, Brin quickly closed his eyes, digesting the power in the potion.

That shock lasted for a few seconds, and the White Night Male God let out a faint breath.

It was also Brin who arranged for the low-handed hands around us to help us clean up the remnants of the country and save us from the cage.

The goddess of the night, Nitya, was also a little surprised by Roger's confident reaction, but soon the goddess of the night restrained her mood, and even felt a little funny in her heart, thinking that she was also confident when she first got the path to godhood, and she was completely indifferent to the threats that existed in the path to godhood.

But Lotia alone has condensed a small amount of divine authority on her own, and the gap between them is really not exaggerated enough.

How could Nitya understand what was going on in Brin's mind and confirmed again, "You are not honest, the eighteenth rank potion still exists."

It was Cong Chen who told us the news of Brother Roger's imminent appearance, and even gave us a small amount of weak holy relics that could destroy Brother Roger.

I finally opened my eyes a long time ago, and my own aura was almost a little mixed except for a little weaker.

Is it said that if you want to really cultivate to a dead body, you have to kill all the eight gods?

The demigod realm is even more handful.

In just eight months, it had all the materials it didn't need.

Nitya nodded, asked Brynn for a room, and then sacrificed the potion furnace that Brynn had found to finish refining the potion.

And the remaining chains, it is obvious that it has a way to continue to trap the eternal scorching sun, and that weak god is about to break free from the cage completely.

How did that guy do it?

When the White Night Male God looked at the materials stored outside the eight storage rings that Brin placed in his palm, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

That's not a bit of nonsense.

Add to that the fact that Brin doesn't have the slightest hint of getting involved in the power of the church.

"This, where is the eighteenth-rank potion material?" Brin asked, raising an eyebrow.

It was a fourth-order potion of the Church of the Heavens and Immortals.

In the ancient mansion, there was a quiet, and Brin sat at the door and watched the White Night Male God refining medicine, refining a bottle of Brin and swallowing a bottle.

Groups of Rogers, behind the face of modern weapons, have simply exerted a lot of power, and they have been destroyed in waves.

As for some materials that are available in Beixiaolu, I entrusted the Dawn and Redemption Church to help collect them.

Even if it is said that the male god of the white night knows the formula of his own path, can he even know the formula of his own path of the white night?

As soon as he heard that these materials were what Mr. Brin was looking for, almost all of the entire northern continent would be mobilized, whether it was a royal treasure trove or some kind of wilderness, he would let go of any corner.