The Legend of Mortal Killing Immortals

Chapter 932: Divine Artifact Glazed Underworld Cup!

"Young man who has inherited my will! You have finally come here. Although I have repeatedly warned you not to open the Moon Breaker Gate, you still made such a choice. All of this is destiny!" Shishen's deep voice echoed in Zao Wou-ki's ears.

"Chuang... God of Creation?" Although Zhao Wuji couldn't move his whole body at this time, his mind was very clear.

"In that case, then I will give you this last inheritance, the golden glazed cup!" As the God of Creation said, the inheritance ring suddenly shattered, and then a gleaming golden glazed cup emerged from the period. It floated out, turned into a golden light and penetrated into Zao Wou-ki's body!

"The last layer of restriction in this inheritance ring...it turned out to be the No.13 glazed cup?" Zhao Wou-ki was taken aback for a moment, and immediately felt a powerful divine power flooding his whole body!
"Are you disappointed? Young man... As you expected, the inheritance ring on the last layer should at least be a divine weapon, right? But I didn't expect it to be just a glazed cup!" The God of Creation The voice continued to sound: "The artifacts in the world are limited, and a high-level god can only have one artifact!"

"I, the artifact of the Creator God, is this set of glazed cups! There are thirteen cups in total, each of which can carry the power of the thirteen original rules of the universe. If you can obtain the power of these thirteen glazed cups, you will be able to Become a god and have the power to open up the world, young man, relax and accept the power of this glazed cup with all your heart!" The voice of the Creator God kept echoing in Zao Wou-ki's ears.

"This glazed cup...is a divine weapon?" Zhao Wuji suddenly realized, and at this time a powerful force raged in his body like a tsunami, turning the blood in all the meridians in his body into golden yellow!
This is a transformation, a transformation from man to god!

The powerful divine power washes over every meridian in Zao Wou-ki's body. After tens of thousands of repeated washings, the meridian also begins to turn into a golden color!
And the God of Heikong, who had already died, just stood aside with his eyes blank, motionless, as if he was waiting for something! ...

(End of this chapter)