The ancient scroll seemed to never change, floating in front of Luo Qianhuan with a glimmer of light.

There are all kinds of divine tools. Luo Qianhuan walked to the front of the ancient scroll and raised his right wrist. The Demon's right wrist climbed onto his right hand at some point. Luo Qianhuan touched the surface of the Demon's right wrist covered with scales.

"Now I will continue to summon your companions and play..."

Every divine instrument seems to have a great feeling and depends on its own feelings. Even if the devil's right wrist stores the residual soul from the ancient demon, Luo Qianhuan cannot feel that this arm has any different ideas than himself.

Everything is centered on oneself, and one’s own life goals are the life goals of God’s teachers.

This was really a strange feeling. Luo Qianhuan watched the demon's right wrist climbing down from his arm slowly float to the side, and was alone with the divine tools, just like his soul had turned into dozens of parts.

Is personality split? If so, it's really serious. Luo Qianhuan is a man with dozens of personalities.

Of course, the character of the debris of the lustful beast that has been dying frequently cannot be compared with myself.

But the existence of the divine instruments does not seem to be the same. Similar to the knights who have never died with bare hands, this divine instrument is a pile of floating purple smoke in the consciousness space, and it will not become a state of armor without fighting.

So what will the next state of the divine instrument? Luo Qianhuan's consciousness issued an order to let the ancient scroll draw the divine instrument...

Besides, the noisy sound of the train running on the rails is constantly being emitted in the swinging ancient scrolls. This time it seems particularly violent, much more violent than any draw.

Has the artifact really arrived? Luo Qianhuan widened his eyes. The more powerful the magic tool it showed, the more intense the reaction of the ancient scroll would be. This feeling was like a bursting... What would appear next... must be very terrifying.

Just as Luo Qianhuan stared at the scroll vibrating, guessing what would appear...

The Phantom Spirit God, far away in the Gods Alliance, was sitting in a world with bookshelf floating everywhere. The Phantom Spirit God's body was surrounded by white light, and the Phantom Spirit God was not holding a god-level forbidden spell in his hand. It was not a sealed legendary magic book, nor could it be any book in the God Realm, but...

"Ahhh... When will the God of Death be finished? Do stupid humans want to express their fantasies so much?" The God of Phantom is holding a jump for the boy comics, which serializes most of the migrant workers' comics that are still famous today. The God of Death is one of them, and God also needs leisure. The God of Phantom is one of the loyal readers of the Juvenile Jump. In fact, there are many dead houses in the God Realm.

"Yesterday, the God King went to Akihabara Mairiban Ova, but hasn't come back yet..." The Phantom Spirit God scratched his messy hair: "Has it been knocked off by the god hunter?"

Boom! Suddenly the divine realm shook, to be precise, the body of the phantom god was shaking.
Chapter completed!