: 1950, understand that death, or confused death

"You mean, is it that God is extracting the power of the deceased to make artifacts?" Mingwu looked thoughtfully at night medicine.
This is consistent with what she saw in the confined space of God. The night Shu was responsible for extracting the divine power of the deceased.
However, at the time she did not associate this with the artifact.
Now she wants to understand, the former sang is also learning the artifact production, it seems that the sang is not to enter the Yaoxin Temple to know this, but before entering the Yaoxin Temple to understand.
After careful scrutiny, she discovered a clue that she had always neglected, that is, the Magic Light Academy where the sang and the sang are located.
It is not a temporary ambition to choose to go to Yaoxin Temple.
"Do you want to know where the artifacts of God are placed?" The night medicine suddenly asked with some evil.
Mingwuyan glanced at him. "It’s impossible to put all things in one place, of course. It’s impossible to put everything in one place. There are thousands of artifacts in the storage ring in his hand. However, Do you know other hiding points?"
The night medicine sees her in the store of the gods, and there are a lot of artifacts hidden in the body. I know the inexplicable feelings in my heart.
It seems that she has been staring at God for a day and two days.
Even, she knows a lot about Feng Feng's old things. He is really curious now. Where did she know about these things?
Is it mastered by the king, tell her again?
Mingwuyan sees the night medicine as if she is thinking deeply and does not speak. She said faintly: "If you want to tell me, you can do it. If you don't tell it, anyway, whether you say it or not, the ending is the same. The only difference is that Do you understand death or die?"
Because of this sentence, the night medicine suddenly returned to the gods. "The artifacts used in the secrets of the black scorpion were shipped out from the Yaoxin Temple. Before that, the gods were hidden in various places in the six worlds. A large number of artifacts, and all of them are secretly hiding in the gods. He has painted a map in the hiding place. This map can only be known to God alone..."
Mingwu nodded, this is in line with the character of God, he should not be too reassured, these things can be used in their own hands to play the most important role.
"There is one more point I can tell you. There are so many magical techniques that God has mastered. He is the only one among the six worlds who has the ability to raise a large number of souls. Although I don't know how he did it, but What I know is that some souls have been mutated and have the power of living people, but they are more powerful than living people."
"How much do you know about the gods?"
The night medicine shook his head. "I don't know the specifics of this matter. I only know that God was in the cooperation of Feng Lao, and many good things were stolen from the Temple of God. But in the end, I am I haven’t figured it out, but when I say it, I’m really worried about it.

"Then let's talk about Feng Lao! How many things do you know about him?"
The night medicine laughed twice. "His business, I actually know very limited. Only when he gives orders, I fully implement it. He never explains anything to people."
Mingwuyan sees the night medicine and can't say anything, it changes the way of asking questions.
"Is he killed Xuantian Zunren? Killed the master of Ziyun? And the of the happy temple?"
The night medicine is incredibly looking at the little girl in front of her eyes. What she knows is really much more than he imagined.
Mingwuyan looked at the expression of the night medicine and looked a little more. Did she guess the truth?
The night medicine tangled for a long time before I seriously looked at the little girl with a calm face. "Who are you?"
It stands to reason that no one will associate the death of Xuantian Zun and the of purple spirit with the old man, that is, the death of the Lord God of the Happy Gods, and no one will associate with Feng Lao, but the Wang Wang is so sure. .
He thought that it was the king of the king, and he did not necessarily suspect that the death of Xuan Tianzun was directly related to Feng Lao.
The fog is calm and calm: "I said, I know more than you think. Now I ask you more, just look for a personal verification, let you stay in this purple medicine garden for a while. I will live more for a while. I think, before you die, you also want to sit in the Medicine Hall and come to the Purple Medicine Garden to see."
The face of the night medicine has changed, and the little girl in front of her eyes is really too complicated, and she can completely grasp his mind.
He was silent for a while: "The Lord God of the Temple is indeed the murder of the old phoenix. There are many reasons for the death of the of purple spirit. In the end, he is for the sake of God to rob the temple, on the one hand, to save the night, if The cause of death and the night hang also accounted for part of the reason. The death of Xuantian Zunren is the same, and the king of the king also takes part in the reason..."
Mingwuyan picked up his eyebrows. "The death of Master Ziyun, you don't have to just say that the night hangs, you also account for part of the reason, right? And it is the most important part of the reason."
The night medicine doesn't talk, because the truth is like this, he can't refute at all.
"I don't ask you about the death of Master Ziyun. You talk about Xuantian Zun, why do you want to say that there are some reasons for the King?"
The eyes of the night medicine look at the excellent herbs that grow in the distance, and the thoughts are slightly scattered.
"I don't know the specifics, but Feng Lao once said that Xuan Tianzun people seem to live only for his baby apprentice. The power of his life is used to write prophecy scrolls to prevent the king from making mistakes and making mistakes. However, Xuan Tianzun The human heart refuses to give more points to other people around him..."
Mingwuyan heard that this was once again in the thoughts...
In this way, the prophecy scrolls that Xue Yihan’s master placed in the ancient space have been written very early, and even Feng Feng always knows this...
The night medicine sees the savage king in front of him, and he whispers: "How long can I live?"
Ming Mist looked at him with a faint look. "When you know what you know, you can go to see Yaosu."
The night medicine suddenly stopped. "You want to let me go?"
Mingwuyan picked up his eyebrows. "When did I tell you that I want to let you go? I mean, you can disappear like a Yaosu, and disappear into the heavens and the earth, and turn into a breeze to chase her footsteps."
Night medicine is dumbfounded, and he only came back to God for a long time. "If the soul of Yaosu is still there, can I live in the state of God?"
Mingwu Yan chuckled. "Are you deceived by anyone? Do you think that the soul of Yaosu is still there? I can tell you clearly that she is gone, and the spirit is not there."
"This is impossible!" The face of the night medicine changed greatly, and the soul was shocked, and it became transparent again.
The most terrible thing in life is that there is a little hope in the desperate situation, and this hope is turned into deeper despair after a while!