System experience officer

Chapter 1987. God Conferred System 26

Han Zifeng was quite surprised that Jiang Run and Huang Wanfa were also given the system first. Honestly, they were a little speechless, but since the system had given it to them, they might as well use it. What made Zifeng even more speechless was that these guys were so close to scraping the ground. If Chi You hadn't been so angry, things would probably have been even more outrageous.

As for the three-headed dog, the God of Cookery cooked it into a dog meat stew. After everyone had a good meal, they rushed to heaven. When they arrived in heaven and saw the gate of heaven, Tongtian Sect Master happily replied: "South Heaven Gate, I don't know where it was lost."

Zi Feng nodded and said, "Let's move the door. Oh, and ask Zhen Yuanzi to come and play if he's free."

Yang Jian didn't even need Tongtian Jiaozhu to tell him, he just went to grab the person and asked the robbers to be speechless. What was that Zhen Yuanzi rushed over with his eyes shining red.

Tongtian asked curiously, "What's wrong with you, otaku?"

Zhen Yuanzi: "My tree roots!"

Zi Feng poked Zhen Yuanzi and said, "Well, go grab it yourself from behind. By the way, do you have the system? Now let's go. Anyone who fails the assessment after the rare event will be expelled."

What could the first one say? It was a neat arrangement. Zhen Yuanzi had no idea what was going on, so he just let it go. What everyone found puzzling was that Nuwa was the first to lead the charge, while even Tongtian Minghe followed behind.

Minghe complained: "Is this still Nuwa?" As soon as he finished speaking, he was whipped away by the snake's tail. Jiang Run and Huang Wanfa both shook their heads. They knew she had a bad temper, so why not stop complaining? Aren't you asking for a fight? Minghe really felt a little wronged. What should he do?

Zi Feng hadn't vented her anger for a long time. What's more, this time she was taking revenge on her sister, so she must not be lenient, otherwise she would be sorry for her sister. As for souls, they'd better have them, otherwise she would make them understand why she was the world-destroying Nuwa.

Before Yewashi could even negotiate, Zifeng's murderous team had already decimated most of his men, leaving them with no corpses. Zifeng and the others discovered that the angels, who had previously been able to revive infinitely, had suddenly lost their ability.

Zi Feng, while hacking at people, entered the Origin Group: "First, we found something interesting. We are selling all the angel corpses to you. Please study them. We found that as long as the angel corpses do not disappear, it seems that they cannot be reborn infinitely."

First: "No, what are you doing?"

Zi Feng: "The angel clan and the hell clan have been wiped out."

The first one replied in a tentative tone: "Got it. If possible, can you recycle it in bulk?"

Zi Feng nodded, and roared with all his might, "Who of you is so mean to collect them one by one?! They're asking for a bunch of likes over there," and everyone just nodded. "Can this even lead to a complaint?"

Now Yewashi truly felt how helpless those who had previously fought against Zifeng's crazy Nuwa were. Was this person truly insane? So, when Zifeng first saw Yewashi, he felt a bit helpless to complain. Was that look of waiting to be killed appropriate?

No, she didn't care. Since she wanted to die, she could just fulfill her wish. At this time, Yewashi thought that they could be resurrected in the Holy Pond, but Zifeng would tell him, what the hell is the Holy Pond? She would just sell this guy.

After she chopped off Yevashi's head with a knife, she threw the body and other things to him. As a result, she received the first comment: "I found something interesting. Do you know why the angel who claims to have infinite resurrection is not effective with you?"

Zi Feng asked curiously, "Have you found the problem?"

First: "Your sword carries a cursed power, causing their deaths to be horrific. Furthermore, the marking power attached to it makes their souls useless, and even the underworld doesn't want them. They can only be recycled and decomposed into soul potion."

Zi Feng nodded and said, "I understand."

First: "Wait, I need the pardon you drew, otherwise those souls will not be able to be decomposed."

Zi Feng: "Why don't you cut some more?"

First: "If this method works, I won't need to look for you. Even if I disassemble it from the foot, it won't be usable."

Zi Feng: Hahahaha, hahahaha. "I also have this function, I didn't know, hahahaha, hahahaha, how do I draw the talisman? Hahahaha, hahahaha..."

The first one was speechless, but this was not difficult. He quickly prepared a suitable talisman. Zi Feng happily drew the talisman and passed it to the first one. "Does it work?"

The first experiment said, "Oh, you really can't make much money. With one card, all the curse power is absorbed and transmitted back to you?"

Zi Feng asked curiously, "Wait, can this also be turned into a talisman for everyone to use?"

First: "Of course, it's similar to the Doom Charm. Yours is a Curse Charm. If you draw it yourself, the power you draw will become the power of the curse as you draw it. Don't be stupid and input too much, or you'll die."

Zi Feng scratched his head, quickly came up with a few versions, threw them to the first one and said, "Well, look at the business, I'm here to do the good deeds."

The first one looked and said, "Girl, if you can make the primary version, make more. If you have the second gear, make two. Ten third gears are enough."

Zi Feng was curious: "What's the price?"

First: "The primary version has 10,000 points, and is invincible below the Immortal level. The second level, with 100 million points, can kill a Saint in a normal world in seconds. The third level can almost kill the Origin in seconds. The remaining levels are all powerful weapons for group fights."

Zi Feng asked disapprovingly: "Then return the remaining few to me."

First: "Confiscation"

Zi Feng roared in disgust: "Give me money, I want merit."

First: "Okay, okay, there will be no less."

Zi Feng: "Give it all to the Gua Wa tribe. I'll tell my sister. Also, I'll report all those talismans, otherwise my boss will be angry." Zi Feng entered the origin group and called frantically: "Boss, boss, boss, I'm Xiao Feng, calling you, boss; I'm Xiao Feng, calling you, boss; I'm Xiao Feng, calling you, boss."

Dadao: "What's the matter, girl?"

Zi Feng replied, "Number One asked me to make a curse talisman. I made nine versions in total. He told me that the third version would be enough to kill a Saint in one second. He didn't return the remaining versions to me. After the report is submitted, you can talk to Number One yourself. He said I can make whatever I want for the first version, but I need more for the second version and ten for the third version. Do you think the ratio is right?"

Dadao replied: "One of you dares to say it, and the other dares to do it?"

Zi Feng: "For this kind of problem, ask the boss."

So, the avenue roared at the first one, while Zi Feng was still slyly posting a melon, happily eating the melon. The first one: "Sister, you just complain directly?!"

Zi Feng: "I am also an intern in the Dao. After confirming the danger, of course I will ask my boss first. There is nothing wrong with that."