The man stared at Huang Yi and said, "You don't have to worry too much, Lord Beast God only sees the fate of the second world, not your fate." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info There is no destiny for the godsend, and there is no fate for the godsend, even in the book of fate. You are variables in the Three Realms, the gods and demons do not see your future, and you can change many things. ”

"I know!" Huang Yi nodded. It's like his eye of time, which is able to see the ephemeral future of NPCs, but not the player's future.

Huang Yi asked with concern, "Is the beast god okay in the heavenly realm?" ”

"Lord Beast God is the number one public enemy in the Heavenly Realm, and all the gods and demons are chasing and killing him, how much better do you think he will be?" The man's face was heavy, "Lord Beast God can only lurk now, waiting for an opportunity to move. However, now the entire Heavenly Realm is in chaos, the previous war has fallen too many gods, and now the number of gods in the God Realm and the Demon Realm is much lower than before. The Heavenly Realm has long been in ruins, no longer in its former glory, and the pressure on the Beast God has decreased a lot. ”

"What about the Grim Reaper? Is it still missing? Huang Yi continued to ask.

The man nodded, and said quietly: "The Grim Reaper has been missing for countless years, and the Death Temple is also very silent, and he hasn't made any moves for a long time. ”

Huang Yi suddenly remembered the soul spar, just now he learned that this thing seemed to be produced in the heavenly realm, and now there happened to be a person from the heavenly realm in front of him, so he couldn't help but quickly ask: "I heard that there will be such a thing as a soul spar in the heavenly realm?" ”

The man glanced at Huang Yi with some surprise and said, "Yes! Every time a god dies, a soul hedron is produced. However, this kind of death is not real death, the gods are beings who transcend life and death, and as long as the Godhead remains, they can be resurrected quickly. Only when the Godhead is completely shattered will the gods truly die. ”

Huang Yi stretched out his hand, took out a soul spar from the storage ring, and asked while rubbing it: "I have several such soul spars, I heard that this thing can only play a real role in the underworld, I don't know what the effect is?" ”

"I don't know, the underworld is too mysterious, only the dead can go there, maybe I won't know until I die one day!" The man said, shaking his head and putting back on the wolf's head mask, "I have to go!" The Beast God will be waiting for you in the future, and I hope you don't disappoint him. ”

With that, the man suddenly disappeared into thin air, as if he had never appeared.

If it weren't for the real trick in his hand, Huang Yi would even suspect that everything just now was not true, just a sudden dream.

He held a bag tightly, and a red rope was tied around the mouth of the bag, and one end of the rope hung down, exuding endless temptation.

Just pull that rope and you can open this secret bag and see a message about the future.

But he couldn't, he put away the bag and honestly waited for the time to come.

……

The First World, among the Altar of the Barbarian Cult.

It was a dark primeval forest, with tall ancient trees covering the sky, vines hanging down from between the trunks, and moist ferns everywhere on the ground, full of savage and primitive atmosphere, which had not yet been invaded by civilization.

In the dim forest, a bonfire was burning at this time, and more than a dozen figures were sitting around it, like a primitive tribe.

These people have different appearances, some have wings, some have snake tails, some have two heads, and some have long tentacles.

However, these people exuded an unfathomable aura on their bodies, and the flickering yellow light of the fire illuminated these figures erratically.

Sitting in the middle was a man dressed in animal skins and with colorful drawings on his face, as if he were an indigenous savage.

He had a python wrapped around his neck, and the python lazily rested its head on his shoulder, its eyes staring coldly at the campfire.

At this time, the python spat out the snake letter.

The native man picked up a piece of dry wood and threw it into the bonfire, saying, "If we want to defeat the demons as soon as possible, we have to aim our weapons at the head of the Seven Demon Kings, the King of Hell and the Yama. ”

"Killing other demons is just tickling, only by killing the clone of the king of hell can you inflict heavy damage on the demons!" An old man with wings on his back and a gloomy vulture on his face nodded.

"Since your Barbarian God Sect has this plan, then we are involved, but I don't know, what the specific plan is? The King of Hell is different from the rest of the Demon Kings, and it is not easy to kill his clone, so it has to be carefully arranged. A figure with tentacles on top of his head shook his tentacles and said in an urn voice.

The native man with a python wrapped around his neck said in a deep voice: "We have twelve void gods here, and in three days we will act together and set up a formation to introduce the doppelganger of the King of Hell into it and kill him!" ”

"What formation can trap the King of Hell? He used to be the Blood Dragon Supreme of the Dragon Clan, and the Dragon Clan was naturally good at formations! I don't know where in this world there is a formation that can trap the King of Hell! ”

"You don't have to worry about the formation, recently an old man from our Barbarian God Sect has returned, and his formation can help us." The native said, reaching out and stroking the python wrapped around his neck, and smiled slightly.

The flickering firelight, intertwined with the paint on his face, combined with the python around his neck, made him more like a hideous evil god.

"Can you add one more?" At this time, an old Naga man suddenly said in a deep voice. He is a Naga ancestor who fought against the six demon king clones in the small glass world not long ago.

The native still touched the python around his neck and asked without raising his head, "Who is it?" ”

"Kill the gods." The Naga elder spat out a name.

"A godsend? No kidding, they are all just a group of little dolls, and the strongest God-given person is just the ascending stage, what strength can they have. ”

"People from the second world don't come to join in the fun, that world, only the dean of the Royal Academy of Oskan, deserves our attention."

The big names shook their heads one after another.

At this time, no one noticed that the python wrapped around the neck of the indigenous man suddenly blinked.

"Yes!" The next moment, the indigenous man nodded suddenly, stared at the python's eyes, and said faintly: "The role of God-given people is not their strength, but their identity. The Heaven-Sent Man represents variables, and this time our beheading operation against the King of Hell will not necessarily succeed, and the King of Hell has been standing at the top of the mortal realm for countless years, almost a certainty. Only by adding variables to our actions can we change the certainty. ”