The walls, heavenly huā plates, and floors are all made of Mithril plates. The frosted Mithril plate has just the right amount of gloss, and although the lights are bright, it does not reflect a dazzling glare, but only slightly swayes a silvery white halo like water waves.

Mithril, in addition to being the best magic fit and energy transfer metal, pure Mithril also has extremely special properties, it can kill almost every bit of bacteria and viruses in nature. That is, if someone has the luxury of preserving food in containers made of Mithril, the food will never get moldy and will never spoil.

Pharmacists in the Western Continent discovered this property a long time ago, and they put it to good use.

Therefore, having a real yàn room inlaid with pure Mithril plates has become the most critical factor in measuring the strength of a secret medicine master on the continent, and many extremely rare secret medicines must be prepared in an absolutely pure environment, and only in the package of Mithril can you have such an environment.

And the real yàn room in front of me, 100 meters long and wide, about 20 meters high, the Mithril used here is a huge number, just the Mithril used in this real yàn room, is worth more than 10 billion gold coins.

A statue of a hydra carved from pure Mithril stands in the middle of the chamber, the serpent's nine heads stretching out in all directions, and its large mouth spews out a faint glow that has the effect of driving away dust and cleansing the air.

Dressed in a tight-fitting white robe, with a crystal mask on his face, and spotless from top to bottom, Mr. Mo stood in the corner of the real room, quietly looking at a crystal container under the statue of the great snake.

Like a coffin, the round olive-shaped crystal container is a secret treasure excavated from an ancient ruins by the Burmese Mountain Hermit Society twenty years ago, and as the head of the Burmese Mountain Hermit Society, Mr. Mo naturally gave priority to obtaining the right to use it.

The container was churning with a silvery solution, and the body of a young girl with no wisps of hair was suspended in the huge container. She wears a transparent crystal mask on her face, and through this mask, she can breathe freely. Dozens of delicate transparent pipes connected the girl's body, and from time to time some secret concoctions and expensive potions were injected into her body.

The hidden power of the Burmese Mountain Hermit Society is extremely powerful, and the annual financial income is also an astronomical amount, but this money will be cleaned every year, and not a single copper child will be left, and all this money is huā on the body of this beautiful and flawless girl.

Thick, smooth, moist, shiny long black hair was scattered behind her, and the girl had a beautiful oriental face. Her body was slender and evenly proportioned, even if it was a little toe, it was so crystal clear that she couldn't pick out the slightest flaw.

Mr. Mo quietly looked at the body of this girl, whose face was about thirteen or fourteen years old, and there was a strange expression on his face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. Decades of hard work, countless gold coins, huge consumption of manpower and material resources, and even going against one's heart to do all kinds of things that hurt nature and reason in the eyes of outsiders, the price is worth it.

"I always think that I am ten thousand times smarter than any master in the history of the Revelation of the Gods!" "So, I will definitely be able to do what they have never been able to do!" Mr. Mo smiled lightly, "So, I did it. ”

"Iseda, and those senior brothers before you, the pain you went through was worth it. Because you have used your body to verify so many risks and so many formulas for me, I finally have the hope of success!"

"My dear, I promised you that I would let our child grow up healthily and make her a greater being than we are. Look, I'm almost ready to do it now!" Mr. Mo looked at the girl soaked in silver liquid gently, and his gentle and bright smile rippled out like the spring sunshine.

"Of course, the process is a bit cruel, a little bloody, and there are too many people who don't deserve to die for this, but what does it matter? I will be able to make our children live in this world in good health, and they will be more powerful than ever. ”

Shrugging his shoulders, Mr. Mo smiled lightly: "That's enough! What conscience, law, morality, rules, it!"

In the four corners of this huge real yàn room, there are four other relatively rudimentary, apparently artificially made crystal vessels. In the pale green liquid, four huge bodies were silently suspended in the container.

White, black, red, gray, about five meters tall, tall and burly, although it has lost the breath of life, it still exudes a suffocating and powerful coercion. If the Holy Crown Pope Grisgao and Dawn saw these four huge bodies, he would definitely frantically mobilize all the forces of the church to occupy this real room.

Knights of the Apocalypse, the White, Black, Red, and Gray Knights!

The church paid a huge price to barely get the body of a gray knight, and it was a defective product deliberately created by Lin Qi.

And here, in Mr. Mo's private real room, four fully formed Apocalypse Knights soaked there so quietly. They had hideous wounds, large and small, and it was clear that they had all experienced brutal battles, some of which had torn their heads and hearts, and that was what had completely robbed them of their lives.

Compared to the lucky Cologne XVIII, these Apocalypse Knights were so badly injured that they didn't even have a chance to sleep in the primeval ruins, waiting quietly to be awakened one day. In the Divine War, they fell directly, and in the long baptism of time, their bodies were preserved, and then one day they were excavated by lucky treasure hunters and finally transported here.

"Honey, I'm going to succeed!" Mr. Mo took a deep breath: "I don't dare to say that I can directly make our children become gods, but my mouth ......

Demigods, shouldn't be a problem, right? At the very least, I have to be a demigod, otherwise wouldn't it be meaningless for me to be mad for so many years, so many years of cruelty, so many years of cunning and plundering, and so many years of intrigue?"

As Mr. Mo muttered to himself, his body gradually exuded a strong, suffocating and powerful aura.

Demigods, lower-level demigods, middle-level demigods, high-level demigods, in the end, the breath on Mr. Mo's body directly stabilized at the level of the peak of demigods. The silver tights on his body have been made transparent by the impact of the energy breath, and through this layer of bóbó's silver tights, you can see that Mr. Mo's seemingly slender and single body is actually so strong and healthy.

The pieces of mercury were full of elasticity, and on the streamlined muscles, countless tiny magic array runes were shining with dazzling brilliance. Mr. Mo smiled in a low voice: "It can be seen that my theory is correct, I can indeed simulate the process of demigod cultivation through guò, so that I can have the power of a demigod." ”

Shrugging his shoulders, Mr. Mo said mockingly: "Of course, maybe my control of energy is not as good as a holy master, but I have the absolute power of the peak of a demigod." What is skill in the face of absolute power?"

took out a piece of skyfall crystal that was hundreds of times harder than diamond, and Mr. Mo "clicked" with his five fingers, and crushed the spar in one fell swoop. His ** strength is so terrifying, and his physical strength has reached an inhuman level.

As if sensing the terrifying aura on Mr. Mo's body, the girl soaked in the crystal container slowly opened her eyes.

Her black eyes were cold and cold, and an equally inhuman cold light loomed in the center of her eyes.

At this moment, a Tang Fa crystal on Mr. Mo's waist trembled violently. Mr. Mo frowned, and then lightly tapped the crystal with his hand: "What's wrong?" I said that no one is allowed to disturb me while I am performing the potion practice!"

A hurried voice came from within the magic crystal: "Your Excellency, Mr. Iseta has been captured. It was the palace guards who directly arrested people, and he was originally going to be sent to the Ashidi Prison, but now he was directly sent to the Victory Palace and imprisoned in the black prison under the Victory Palace. ”

"My heart~" Mr. Mo has the mind to scold his mother!

Has Iseta been haunted by the undead lately, or is it 'Dead Daddy is in love with me' and he's possessed by goblin spirits?

Well, well, of course Mr. Mo knew that someone was plotting against Iseta and wanted to do something to Mr. Mo himself. But please don't do this endlessly, okay? This method is so dirty and too frequent, it's like two ruffians fighting each other, and there is no mastery at all!

What is it to always frame Iseta in prison?

Taking a deep breath, Mr. Mo asked gloomily, "What borrowing." ？”

The hurried voice smiled bitterly: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Bhikshu was assassinated, and at the scene of his assassination, Mr. Iseda's teacher certificate was found!"

Mr. Mo almost vomited a mouthful of blood on his back, and he didn't have to run, and it was the damn opponent who was calculating Iseta behind his back. The last time the royal library disappeared inexplicably, Iseda's library card was left at the scene, and now it's okay, assassinate the bhikkhus and leave Iseda's teacher card!

Think about it, Iseta was looted a while ago, and several documents were snatched from him, how many times will he be thrown into prison?

"Okay, I'll come now!" Mr. Mo said through gritted teeth, "I'll come now...... Tell me to your majesty that I'm going to see your majesty"1

Mr. Mo was really angry, originally he didn't take the possible revenge of the Black Tiger family to heart, all his current experiences were involved in his greatness. But "The Black Tiger Family, the people are so relentless to stir up trouble one after another, Mr. Mo finally decided to start fighting back.

Well, isn't it this kind of filthy and unsightly inferior paragraph?

Mr. Mo will too! And he's good at it!

I'd rather kill the wrong one than let it go, Mr. Mo already has the best target.