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The white gas was purified twice more, and the black gas deeply implanted in the core could no longer be purified.

Come on, she secretly cheers herself up, the perfect source waiting for her to absorb? How can there be such a good thing, wearing a ring of light this year is likely to change greatly, and Sia has confidence in herself.

Seems to understand her will, and has now purified more than half of the source, taking the initiative to merge with her.

The black gas in the source was reluctant, but his arms could not twist his thighs, and he could only obey.

The source breaks into mist, covering Thea from head to toe.

Strong! Really strong! With only one-third integration, Thea felt a kind of palpitations. The power contained in this top-level deity was far stronger than the soul and wealth. It pointed directly at the source of creation, and the power it contained was endless.

She had the illusion that she could break the universe by waving her hands.

Earlier estimates were fairly accurate, and one death would be worth three secondary gods like soul, justice, and evil.

Originally, it was only speculation. Now that she is confident that she can tie up Heavenly Father, which is probably weaker than Daxide. After all, he has the Omega effect and is not simply a power of a new god.

In the fusion with Yuan, that trace of black gas was still trying to infect her.

Thea frowned. This kind of thing was obviously an impurity. She added sand to the black emperor. She was very happy. She was very leather. It was her turn, and she was uncomfortable. The more mixed others are, the better and purer one is.

Thinking of his old friend Black Death, Thea suddenly had a clever idea. Since these impurities like death so much, you can't find it for yourself.

It is an impurity to her, but in essence, the resentment left by these sentient beings, after dozens of purifications, is still an extremely pure energy.

Take out the black death emperor's sickle, the weapon was cut into two pieces, and now she is in her hands. After Diana's repair, Thea communicated repeatedly. Unfortunately, the weapon ignored her at all and was extremely loyal to the former master.

If she wants to use it, one way is to surpass the Black Death Emperor and forcefully use it, and the other way is to rebuild it.

Originally, she wanted to stay and watch. The resentment in the source today made her only the second choice, and she finally communicated before leaving.

Weapon turned a deaf ear to her call, realizing that she was going to rebuild it, and the sickle had a bit of early death and early reincarnation.

"Okay! I respect you." Thea didn't feel that she would go out and take a sickle.

The sickle automatically disintegrates into the purest death. The source of resentment in the source is hesitant. It wants to follow the source and feels that the death caused by the sickle is more appetite for itself.

Thea pushed back, the sickle seduced in the front, and finally brought this resentment into the sickle.

This is a higher-level fantasy weapon than an artifact. It does not need to be forged or refined. As long as you have an idea in your heart, it will automatically take shape.

Thea was good at a lot of weapons, and eventually chose to use a sword. Although tacky, it did pull the wind.

The sword is 60 centimeters long, with a very narrow blade, two blades open, and a large hollow in the middle. The resentment is hidden in the middle, and there are sorrows, like countless injustices roaring.

The black air was permeated, and even though Xia was shocked by Ling Ye's killing intentions on it, she didn't pay much attention because the resentment left and the integration reached the final stage!

dead! All kinds of dead! Numerous scenes of death appeared in front of her eyes, those who were killed by swords, those who were smashed by sticks, and what were poisoned, and were assaulted by energy guns. The death of beings made her feel instantly.

"Ah!" She cried out at the last pain, saying that having a child has twelve levels of pain, and now it feels like eighty levels!

The sound spread across the multiverse, as if expressing the pain of the entire universe. If you want to wear a crown, you must bear the weight. She still has some thoughts for this, but she can only hurt to such an extent that she never thought of it.

This is her good foundation, she is already the third level in the new god, and barely held back the pain.

If another ordinary person wanted to seal God with one step of death, waiting for him would surely be a slag.

Sweat wetted his forehead, and more cold sweat flowed down the body.

Only then did she realize that she had landed on the surface of the planet unknowingly. It seemed to be just a moment of pain, but when she recovered her consciousness, the outside world had passed half an hour.

"Hoo" exhaled softly and felt her new power with her heart. She seemed to be able to push the mountains with a wave of her hand, and her eyes were focused. Even the river must flow backwards. Whenever she wants to destroy the planet, destroy the galaxy in one thought.

Goddess of death! Thea laughed high in the sky, and her heart was so happy that she wanted to kill him.

Ok? Suddenly I realized something was wrong, how could I think so? Death is a friend of life, and Thea doesn't think she has strayed from her own path ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ So there must be external emotions that have affected her.

"I need to calm down." She took out the Anka amulet, ranking 49th, and fell off from the invincible state of mind, it turned out to be far behind! The goddess of death is just a step, not the end.

It took her a day to get rid of all kinds of thoughts and focus on her heart, and she discovered the problem.

Death is not sentimental, and she incorporates the death throne, so she must talk about the dead.

No need for justice, no justice, only death, the death of the living.

Only with a big kill will death finally recognize her and accept her.

Thea stood up, a bright black robe was worn on her body, and a dark green pattern was drawn on the robe, extending from the neck to the hem. The robe closed at the waist, showing that her small waist was full of grace, graceful, and the hem cover Resting on the feet, only the delicate clavicle is exposed on the whole body, and a long cloak is tied on the shoulder.

"Don't give any shoes!" Looking at her bare feet, she was a little speechless. The higher the level, the greater the restrictions on her clothes. The Gothic outfit like the second sister of death is also not a change. This goddess of death There are also "work clothes."

Fortunately, the clothes were really beautiful, and she was so bubbling than the bloated clothes of Father Father Duckside.

The breeze brushed her hair and she found her blond hair turned into black.

Reaching for the long sword, with one wrong hand, it became two swords with thin blades, but she was confident that even if it was a planet, the sword could be cut open.

The sword of the night sky, she directly used the name of the Marvel death goddess sword next door, what the name is really meaningless, just kill it.

She has chosen the goals, Apocalypse! There is a lot of life there, and there are many festivals. As for Dakside, she is not afraid, but we can run but not.