809 Twelve Disciples

Ji Ning's Elder God energy flew out, surrounding the life-core and quickly binding it.

After binding it, Ning could sense the intimate connection that now existed between him and the golem. The golem was now completely under his control.

"A World-level golem. This is far rarer than a Dao weapon." Ning was in an excellent mood.

"Master." The stone titan now had a much friendlier look in his eyes as he looked at Ning.

"Right. What's your name?" Ning asked.

"My previous master just called me Rocky," the stone titan said honestly.

Ning blinked. A World-level golem was actually named 'Rocky'?

"Alright, I'll keep calling you Rocky as well." Ning nodded, then turned towards the golden-robed corpse. Ning waved his hand, causing the golden-robed corpse and the stone titan to disappear.

Within Ning's estate world. This was a place filled with endless mountain ranges.