I have nightmares to get stronger

Chapter 1048

The chaotic waterwheel produced about a hundred belief coins and then stopped.

Han Dong frowned slightly. The remnant soul, the lord of the soul, is a real god, and he is also a god who survived the twilight of the gods. Although it is only a remnant soul, it cannot be compared with the peak period, but it is impossible to be worth mere One hundred faith coins.

One belief coin is equivalent to all the beliefs of one fanatic, and one hundred belief coins only represent the beliefs of one hundred fanatics.

You must know that in order to recover from the injury, the remnant soul, the master of the soul, devoured the soul of faith in units of one hundred thousand or one million. Is this mere one hundred faith coins just sending off beggars!

Just as Han Dong frowned and stared at the chaotic waterwheel, thinking about what to do, there was a crisp "ding" sound in his ear, and when he looked down, a new object appeared in the pool.

A palm-sized long-necked bottle looked somewhat similar to the soul jar Han Dong had seen before.

"Couldn't this be the natal artifact of the Lord of Souls?" Han Dong's eyes lit up, and he threw the faith coin he was playing with into the pool, and recruited the bottle.

Holding it in his hand, the Eye of Mobius slowly opened, and the attributes of the long-necked flask immediately appeared in front of Han Dong.

"Psyche's jar, a divine tool, can seal the soul. As long as the target has a soul, even a god, the soul will be sealed in the jar..." Han Dong took a breath, unexpectedly, it was true It is an artifact, and it can be guessed from the name and function that it is definitely the natal artifact of the Lord of Souls.

"Is it true that it can seal the souls of gods? If it is really so powerful, then who can be the opponent of the Lord of Souls? It has already become the king of gods. It is impossible not to get the throne of the twelve masters." Han There was a look of snorting on Dong's face, and he didn't believe the description of the jar's attributes at all.

"Sacred artifacts can only be used by gods with divine power, and mortals are not qualified to touch it." Han Dong looked at the sacred pot in his hand with some regret. This was the first time he had come into contact with a divine artifact. Such a powerful function of the soul cannot be possessed by other items.

It's just that Han Dong can't use it now, and this is the natal artifact of the Lord of Souls, who knows if it will leave any behind on this artifact!
Thinking of this, Han Dong immediately summoned the ancient Nether clock, trying to communicate with the spirit of the ancient Nether clock, to see if it could devour the artifact in front of him.

The Nether Ancient Clock was originally a semi-divine weapon. If you want to advance, you can only continuously devour treasures of the same rank, or treasures of a higher rank than it.

No matter how powerful the god pot is, Han Dong can't use it. It is just a waste product, like the wreckage of the god of creation. In the eyes of the master of soul, using it to improve his cultivation is just to shorten the time spent by mere ten years, or even a few years. Time, it's just dizzy to do this.

But in Han Dong's view, instead of keeping it in his hands at the bottom of the box and not knowing when it will be used, it is better to use it directly to improve his strength.

As your strength improves, you may encounter higher-quality treasures later on, but keep them in your hands. Maybe one day you will be killed because your strength is too low, and the treasures will instead become the enemy's trophies.

"No matter how good the artifact is, I don't need it now. Instead, I might as well use it to raise the level of the Ancient Nether Clock!" Xu Feng thought to himself.And most importantly, the spirit of the Nether Ancient Clock had recognized Han Dong as its master a long time ago. Even if the rank was raised to the sacred level in the future, there would be no backlash.

Soon, a desire to devour came from the ancient Nether clock. Han Dong smiled slightly, controlled the ancient Nether clock, and covered the god jar.

After a while, the Nether Ancient Clock began to vibrate violently and rang automatically.

Boom, boom, boom~
Every time the bell rang, there was an extremely strong shock force oscillating back and forth inside the bell, increasing continuously, but none of the power leaked out.

In the land of returning to the ruins, all the undead creatures were lying on the ground. In the void, the phantom of the god of death about a hundred feet high held a sickle and swung it towards a tall bottle with a tall neck that was almost as tall as it in the air.

The high-necked long bottle bloomed with divine light, forming a protective mask on the surface. Every time the death sickle swung, it could only hit a piece of sparks on the divine light mask, but it couldn't shake the divine jar at all.

Every time it is swung, the Nether Ancient Clock will ring a bell, and the power of the shock will become stronger and stronger, eventually forming a tornado storm, appearing in the land of returning to the ruins.

These tornadoes, which were completely condensed by the power of the shock, were all absorbed into the death scythe by the phantom of the god of death, which strengthened the power of the death scythe, and continued to chop towards the god pot.

One time, two times, three times, four times...

It seemed that he was doing useless work, but the phantom of the god of death was not discouraged at all, staring at the god jar, slashing at it like a foolish old man moving a mountain.

After Han Dong saw that the ancient Youming clock swallowed the god jar, he directly put the ancient Youming clock into the sea of ​​consciousness. After entering the sea of ​​consciousness, the ancient Youming clock immediately turned into a ray of light and merged into Zhou Tian Xingdou.

thump~
The bell rang again, and this time, the situation was completely different from before, and earth-shaking changes had taken place.

The stars are shining in Zhoutian Star Dou. After the bell, all the stars are shining brightly, and there are even phantoms of constellations in the starry sky.

The phantom of the god of the underworld also appeared, holding a sword in one hand, and holding up the ancient Nether clock in the other. The sickle in his hand was shrouded in a cluster of bright starlight.

As the phantom of the god of death slashed on the god pot again, the bright starlight immediately turned into a sharp blade, leaving a dazzling trace in the void, and hit the god light mask hard.

Kacha~!

With just one blow, the divine light mask was directly shattered, and the death scythe slashed fiercely at the body of the divine tank.

puff~
The god pot made a dull sound, and the death scythe seemed to have been chopped on a thick layer of cowhide like it was beating leather, and there was no trace of a trace on the surface of the god pot.

After smashing the mask of divine light, the phantom of the god of death did not show a look of joy. He slashed at the god jar and returned in vain. He held up the death scythe again, and chopped it down.

Just like that, after chopping and hacking, the god pot finally couldn't bear it, and a crack appeared on the surface, and soon, the crack became bigger and bigger, wisps of gray aura escaped from the crack, and floated towards the ground of returning to the ruins. Those undead skeletons who bow down.

And all of this, Han Dong didn't notice, all his attention was on the chaotic waterwheel, and the speed of the chaotic waterwheel hadn't slowed down at this time, which also meant that the sacrifice transaction was not over, and there would be more Items will emerge from Chaos Waterwheels.

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(End of this chapter)