Ushering In The Internet Era In The Magical World Chapter 360: Heir of the Sun God

On the edge of the God Abandoned Land, a figure quietly stepped out in the turbulent flow of constant billowing energy.

The visitor wore a black robe, and his face was bloodless, just like a dead body.

He is no one else, but Sawyer, the underworld **** who successfully hunted down the **** of transformation and stunning the multiverse!

At this time, he has teleported hundreds of times in a row, and I don't know how many bait he has thrown in the middle. In theory, even if he holds the prophecy godhead, he wants to chase him according to the diagram, it is impossible.

At this point, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"The weak have the reason for the weak to exist, the God of Transformation, this is the reason for your existence! Your destiny is like this, why bother struggling? It only adds to the joke."

The Underworld sighed with pity, grabbed it, and pulled out a floating castle from the void.

The castle is as big as a meteorite, suddenly squeezed out, like a meteor flying in, terrifying.

In the end, it was like a horse crawling under the feet of the owner.

Pluto stepped up the steps gracefully and walked briskly into the castle. As he walked through the long corridor, he couldn't restrain his inner excitement and stepped on the ancient tap dance.

"Da da da, da!"

The crisp dance steps rippling in the corridor, just like the master's mood, cheerful and relaxed.

When the Underworld God sat next to the magic boiler in the alchemy room, the core of the castle, he had already vented his inner excitement and began to count the harvest of this hunt.

This time I have a great harvest!

Wadsworth, the **** of transformation, almost wiped out his accumulated wealth.

It also includes an ancient floating castle.

If it is converted into interconnected currency, I am afraid that it will not be worth trillions of yuan.

But none of these wealth can be compared to that group of intangible, intangible, indescribable, indescribable and intangible—the Godhead.

Underworld God looked at this mysterious existence greedily, incorporated it into his soul for a while, and realized it carefully.

According to the "cone in the sac" rule, the first sense of Pluto found that this is indeed transforming the godhead.

The power to transform energy is readily available!

He lifted his right hand, and a ray of magic power emerged from his palm. The magic power was transformed into soul power, and the magic power became vindictive again, suddenly swaying into a strand of invisible and quality vitality.

Suddenly, his right hand was clenched into a fist, annihilating this fluctuating energy.

Underworld's eyes lit up!

"It seems that the God of Transformation is indeed dead!"

At this point, the last worry in Hades's heart completely disappeared.

Since the loss of half of the Titan Soul in Willis, he has been plotting the layout, trying to use his tricks to see if he can use a godhead as a bait to catch the **** of the Internet.

His fishing methods are very sophisticated.

Using the authority of the Netherworld, it cuts off an insignificant strand of one's soul and blends it into the decoy godhead.

The smallness of this soul cannot be detected by conventional means.

This is the ultimate basic size that the power of the godhead can cut, and only the authority of the nether can discover it.

It is with this ray of soul positioning that he can keep watching Wadsworth.

Facts have proved that the effect is remarkable.

"This trick can also be used to fish other weak gods? If it is done well, it may be able to catch all the gods and gods in one go!"

He looked forward to the future with excitement. He could even think of a wonderful future that would gradually wipe out the gods through this trick.

"The **** of the Internet, I should really thank you, if it weren't for you, how can I think of this? Hahaha..."

The Underworld laughed, his figure disappeared from the alchemy room, and took away the floating castle by the way.

He has been determined to have transformed the Godhead, and can't wait to blend into the Nether Godhead and grow the dark web.

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"Your Majesty, the sacrificial ceremony is about to begin. Please move the Altar of the Sun God."

The old waiter Almond, who has served the heir of the sun **** for three generations, still kneels on the cold steps, reminding him in a low voice.

"Is it here again so soon?"

In the hall, there was the voice of His Majesty Gregory, the 16th heir of the sun god.

"With the mechanical creations given by your majesty, the slave capture team has gained a lot recently!"

The old waiter, Almond, who was not dead, heard that His Majesty Gregory was in a good mood, and he let out a long sigh in his heart and said hurriedly.

"Very good!"

When these two words came, the old waiter Almond's eyes darkened. He didn't dare to look up, and the shoes in his eyes had already made him know who was hiding his sunlight?

His face crawled forward, humbly stretched his neck, and kissed the upper of His Majesty Gregory.

"How many years, Almond, you are old too." His Majesty Gregory's emotional voice came faintly.

Almond shuddered, almost incontinent.

Your Majesty, is this trying to drive him away?

He frantically turned his brains, trying to find a reason for himself. However, when he was young, he was able to make Xiandi laugh casually with his eloquence, but now a single word pops out.

He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, almost getting the ground wet.

At this moment, a deep chill rushed into my mind and poured into my body.

"My life is over!" The old waiter Almond was shocked, and things were more terrifying than he thought.

In an instant, he only felt that the world observed by the six senses was completely distorted.

He was stunned when his vision calmed down!

He saw your Majesty!

Your Majesty has an old dog crawling under his feet. The old dog is so weak that the luxurious robe can't hide the flesh and blood.

It's him!

The old dog is his Almond.

He suddenly raised his hands, only to find a two-handed sword in his hand.

This is a guard with a sword!

In an instant, Almond realized something, he knelt on the ground with a puff, and moved to his majesty with his knees as his feet, squeezed the old dog next to him, and kissed his majesty's instep deeply.

"Go!"

Your Majesty kicked him to the ground and walked away.

Almond was not surprised but rejoiced, scrambled to get up, and chased after him.

Only the moment he caught up with your Majesty, his footsteps suddenly trembled.

How can your Majesty’s foot look so much like... the first emperor?

Eighteen strong slaves, lifted the dragon nun.

His Majesty Gregory sat in it, and closed his eyes to the beat of the slight shaking.

He is very happy now!

Because he once again included a true godhead—transforming godhead.

Yes, he is the body of Sawyer, the underworld god.

This is not a multiverse. No, it should be said that it is not a multiverse in the narrow sense. This is one of the gods abandoned by the Titans.

He created a huge empire in a world where the power of dimensions was almost exhausted.

While following the remnants of Titan, pick up some leftovers;

Take advantage of the environment here to protect yourself.

——Whoever comes here~IndoMTL.com~ will be reduced to a mortal, and there is no power. While sitting on the soul of the Titan, he was able to exert his peak power.

Although the road is long, there will be an end.

As Long Nian appeared in a huge viewing stand that looked like an Colosseum, the huge viewing stand made the sound of a mountain whistling and a tsunami.

Countless people welcome their king, His Majesty Gregory, heir of the great sun god.

At this moment, countless slaves were driven into the Colosseum.

They will burn the last glory of their lives here, just to please the heir of the sun god.

Of course, the only victor will also successfully join the Sun God Kingdom, seal the nobles, and have the qualifications to form a hunting team to please the Sun God's heirs.

"It's cruel!"

In the auditorium, a young man with black hair and black eyes wearing an ivory white swordsman suit looked at the dense crowd below, with emotion on his face.

"That's right, the thin dimensional power isolates the source quality, and only the soul is worth a tiny bit of money."