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Chapter 111 Exploring the Amanla Rift Valley and plucking the Amanla wool(1/2)

As a God Mother, perhaps the most powerful one is not.

But among the desert gods, it is the most majestic one besides the Pharaoh.

Even the most rebellious desert god will show respect in front of Isis.

This time, the riots in many alien places were not a coincidence, but a premeditated plan.

There have been many tricks among the multi-sects!

In an attempt to take advantage of this era of the sluggish era of the human race, we will erode the states of the human race.

Gain the favor of the fortune of heaven.

When Yamanla's clone saw this scene, she felt bored.

The character of the Cursed God is dark and cruel, and it accommodates the power of death and cursed in this world.

He is one of the most brutal gods.

However, this clone carries the character and memories of the previous life, free and casual, and as he pleases.

In order to maintain purity, the gods will strip away their contradictory personalities.

The divine body often only accommodates one kind of character and power.

The Yamanla clone listened to the sneaky between the two sides, felt bored and drifted away.

Leaving the Pharaoh's realm.

...

Above the Great Rift Valley of Yamana.

Zong Shen walked out of the void passage leisurely.

Then, his thoughts turned into billions of shares, spreading into the rift like tentacles.

Expanding rapidly and scattering everywhere.

Just like a big net, it began to search for possible remains in the Great Rift Valley.

Two broken holy bridges are still in place.

The poisonous fog that swept through was gone.

The radius of thousands of miles has turned into a dead land, empty and nothing has existed.

Soon, the divine thoughts he released had a result.

Somewhere at the bottom of the Great Rift Valley, a mediocre courtyard was found.

Apart from that, there is nothing else at the bottom of the entire Great Rift Valley.

Zong Shen withdrew his spiritual thoughts, and a shiny light flashed in his eyes, strolling towards the Rift Valley.

The entire Rift Valley is filled with strange curse power.

The black lights are the symbol of the extreme strength of the curse.

The power of curses is also a mysterious power.

It can deprive a person of his luck and blessings, sow disasters and death.

In this environment, if a son of Tianyun who has not had enough cultivation is put into it.

In a few days, his source of blessing will be exhausted, and he will be plagued by the spells, not far from death.

The entire rift spreads thousands of miles.

It was full of rich curse power.

It is no wonder that the Huangsha tribe had to lay ten holy bridges here to connect the two places.

Zong Shen ignored the power of the curse.

His own luck has long been wiped out by the curse of the Heavenly Dao.

As the saying goes, there is no need to worry about debt.

No matter how strong the curse is, it cannot compete with the curse of heaven.

Zong Shen stood by the Rift Valley, not only not afraid, but instead grinned.

"Hehe, this curse power is pretty good, it's a pity to put it here."

"I'll take it for the God of Curses."

After saying that, he spread his arms.

His palms slowly slapped in the middle.

It seems that in this world, a singularity that can absorb all things was photographed.

Ten singularities appeared in front of Zong Shen.

The curse power that filled the rift valley thousands of miles gathered towards the singularity madly.

It's simply a swallow of Haina's whale.

In less than a minute, all ten singularities were enriched.

It turned into a pitch-black bead sized by ten thunder beads.

Each one contains the power of the curse of the Million-Mile Rift Valley.

The whole rift valley is clear and bright.

He accumulated countless curse power, but was all taken away by Zong Shen.

Zong Shen moved his eyebrows and stretched out his hand.

He smiled and put ten cursed beads into his pocket.

"These beads are just right for the disciples and grandchildren of the Holy Land."

"If you go down one, even the great saint who has six turns will have to deeply penetrate the evil spell."

I took a handful of the cursed god's wool.

He lifted his foot and walked several steps.

A short distance from the world!

The surrounding scenes quickly retreated.

The next second, Zong Shen was already standing in the small yard.

No ban is issued here.

The style of the courtyard is also very different from that of the Huangsha people, but it is a bit like the Western style of the cottage in the original world.

The dust on the ground has accumulated several feet of thickness and the boards are formed into pieces.

His divine thoughts swept out like a tide, and everything in the entire yard was clear at a glance.

"Yeah, it's a gun."

"This Yamanla is indeed a time traveler."

"Being able to become a god is not considered a disgrace to the reputation of the time traveler."

Because he was prepared in his heart, he didn't think it was beyond his mind.

Zong Shen looked at the cottage in the courtyard and walked forward with his feet.

Pushing open the door, the solid soil fell down, shaking dust all over the ground.

The decorations inside the house are also extremely simple.

The wooden bed has long been rotten and turned into slag.

On the wall inside the house.

Hanging a bronze box.

Rust and copper chips are all over the ground.

"open."

He stood at the door and chanted the word "Open".

An extremely mysterious character flew out and sank into the bronze box.

“Cruff…”

The rusted bronze lid fell down in response to the sound.

Inside, a bright silver police revolver lay quietly in it.

There is no trace of being eroded by time.

The police revolver slowly floated up and landed in his hands.

It's a bit cold to buy.
To be continued...
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