In this way, before and now, the’ quality’ or’ quantity’ of the theory of thunder divinity is far less than that of smelting the thunder axe and the staff.

That divinity makes the thunder axe staff a false artifact.
Nowadays, it takes at least ten copies to calculate the weight, but it may be more.
This seems to be normal.
That divinity is sold by golden creatures, and the divinity of hands only gets some silver and other animals.
We can’t compare ourselves.
The reason why the nine-ring xizhang in Weng’s old monster’s hand is integrated with divinity but not a fake artifact is that the sacrifice time is too short
On the other hand, it is also due to the lack of divine weight.
"Lord"
Li Heyin interrupted Zhou Jia meditation and looked up.
"yes?"
"The man woke up," Li He said respectfully.
"Said he wanted to see you."
For Zhou Jia, he doesn’t deny that he is unwilling to recognize his master’s heart, mostly because he has to, and of course he has some thoughts.
What if …
In case the other party is really a strange kind of brother and sister, there is hope for the three of them.
However, Zhou Jia has always denied that he is a strange species, and for a long time, he is also somewhat frustrated because he is unwilling.
Now!
Even if it’s not an exotic species, can it be like this?
A word of truth shocked and killed many silver giants.
Fifth-order silver repair and several punches kill the seventh-order silver monster, and kill the sixth-order silver Qian Xiang with an arrow thousands of miles apart.
Such a terrorist strength may not be able to do it even if it is a strange species.
The Lord is only five orders now …
Tomorrow, it will be advanced to the sixth order, but it will be the seventh order. How tough should it be?
This is not much in his heart, and he is unwilling to completely disappear, and he will honestly keep his own points in front of Zhou Jia.
"Let him come."
"Yes!"
Li Heying brought a middle-aged man with him soon.
The man was dressed in a black robe, with long black hair behind his back, dark eyes, and even his face was covered with a thin layer of black smoke.
Lift and walk to stay, and shake your body like a twisted shadow.
The man came to the crowd and knelt down to stuffy mouth.
"Shadow Ghost Jishe kowtows to the Lord Grace!"
This man is an old monster Weng, imprisoned in a stronghold underground. The prisoner has a sixth-order silver repair, but he is wounded and dying.
Li He cleaned the battlefield that day and found him and brought him back.
"Shadow Ghost" Zhou Jia squints at the sky and launches a survey of people.