Five hours ago, late at night.

A hotel not far from Baoze, luxury suites.

"Late night visit, forgive me for taking the plunge. But please believe that I have no malice, and confessing my identity is my best sincerity. Hans, with his deep-set eyes and messy hair, sat on the sofa with a big grin.

The deep pupils, the indistinguishable voices of men and women, and the completely different temperament from the usual are all warning Baker Richardson, telling him that this man is not the real captain Hans.

"Ancient demons?" Baker Richardson quietly tensed his muscles, his gaze condensed.

"Yes, you can call me a broken army. Hans laughed.

Can the Breaker sneak into the hotel silently and see me as the master of the clone who can host others in the form of Hans?

Baker Richardson constricted his pupils: "What did you do to Hans." ”

"His body belongs to me, my ability is to stay, and without a host, I can't be an independent individual. The master of the broken army said with a smile:

"There's no need to be so angry, compared to the big thing I came to discuss with you, the death of a mere subordinate is nothing. ”

"We don't have much to talk about. Baker Richardson quietly cheered up, his muscles tensed one by one, although he had never dealt with the ancient demons, although he had already learned their strength from Qin Ze, but Baker Richardson was not afraid of the ancient demons. On the contrary, the fighting spirit is high, and he wants to compete with these ancient creatures.

Moreover, the distance here is only a few hundred meters away from Baoze, and Qin Ze and other extreme masters can arrive in an instant.

However, the fluttering words of the Breaker Leader broke all of Baker Richardson's fighting spirit: "Do you want to know the inside story of the Boss Fight, which is hiding a secret that is enough to turn the world upside down." No, turning the world upside down isn't enough to describe it. I should say out of the world!"

Baker Richardson's breath slowly retracted, and he took a deep breath: "You'd better give me a satisfactory answer." ”

The ancient demon in front of him was very cunning, he hit his weakness perfectly, and made a request that he could not refuse, all the while, Baker Richardson pondered the truth behind the sudden resurgence of the ancient demon.

"Of course. The Broken Army Master smiled: "As the president of the Superpower Association, the Pantheon Palace must be no stranger. Knowing the deeds of the eight masters who were suppressed in the Pantheon back then.

But you certainly don't know the reason behind it, and it starts from ancient times. ”

"At that time, the world was full of fierce creatures, devouring each other, and the law of the jungle was the rule that all intelligent and imbecile creatures believed in at that time. In the long process of devouring and evolving, nine masters were born. That's us. ”

"At that time, we didn't know that the Nine Beings were the ultimate that nature could accommodate, and in the endless years that followed, there was no longer a master of the same realm. We Nine Lords share the throne of Lord of the World. ”

"But we are still not free, we are trapped in this world, and even though time has no meaning to us, we cannot help it. It is a long river in one direction, and we rise and fall in the river, from ancient times to the present day. ”

"One day, the earth suddenly rioted, yes, it was riot. The earth's crust moves, volcanoes erupt, the elements of heaven and earth become disordered, and the sun no longer shines on the world. It's like a sign of reorganization. ”

Baker Richardson's heart moved, and he vaguely captured the truth about the extinction of the ancient demons.

Was it a meteorite hitting the Earth, or was it a massive volcanic eruption that caused toxic smoke to obscure sunlight and wipe out ancient life?

"It was not the anomaly formed by the great forces of nature, it was the fruit, and it was the birth of the fruit that caused the vision of heaven and earth. Speaking of this, the voice of the Broken Army Master fluctuated.

"Fruit?" asked Baker Richardson, uncertain.

Of course, he didn't think it was the fruit in his impression, and he was eager to know the true face of the thing that was called the fruit.

"Yes, fruit, no one knows how it was born, where it came from, and no one has even seen it for what it really is. But we've all been fighting for it. ”

"We are leading our forces in a battle for the fruit, and it is one of the most tragic battles since the birth of the Earth, a sight that you humans can never imagine. Unless one day you wash the floor with a nuclear bomb. ”

"The scuffle lasted for a long time, and in the end it was the Lord of the Pantheon who won, and the earth fire erupted, and the volcano erupted, which gave her a great boost, and it seemed that even heaven and earth were helping her. ”

"We were not willing to fail like this, and entered the Pantheon together, intending to work together to kill the Lord of the Pantheon and regain the fruit. ”

Baker Richardson nodded, which was in line with what he knew, and in the end, it was the eight masters who were suppressed and "fell" in the Pantheon: "How did you lose. ”

"I don't remember the situation clearly, after the recovery, a lot of memories have been lost, and every time I recover after death, it is a process of reorganizing the original spirit. We lose a large part of our memories. ”

For endless years, before the appearance of the fruit, the dominators were not at peace with each other, and there were often fights and fights, and the deleted number was not rerefined once or twice.

Usually one side is beaten to death, and the other stops.

The genes of the masters are incompatible, they cannot be devoured, and no one can kill anyone.

At that time, there was no Qi training system, no formation such thing. When it comes to creativity, ancient demons are nowhere near humans.

"But the Lord of the Pantheon did not succeed in devouring the power of the fruit, and he fell into a deep sleep, spending an immeasurable amount of time in the Pantheon, just like us. It wasn't until twenty years ago that Li Wuxiang entered the Pantheon with my bewitchment and help, and brought out the fruit and the Lord of the Pantheon. ”

Li Wuqi entered the Pantheon Palace many years ago, and it turned out that they were secretly manipulating Baker Richardson to get straight to the topic: "What is the fruit?"

Qingshi took something out of his pocket and threw it to Baker Richardson: "You will understand after reading this. ”

Baker Richardson took it and looked at it closely, it was a USB flash drive. He walked to his desk and turned on his computer, wary of the Breaker.

The video is not long, but Baker Richardson watched it three times, and the more he watched it, the more shocked he became, and the more he watched it, the more unbelievable it became.

"It's time!" said the Breaker Juggernaut, speaking out Baker Richardson's inner doubts, "So far, the power that the fruit has shown is to go back in time. In the video, Li Xianyu died for the first time, and his resurrection was not because of his powerful self-healing ability, but because time went back to him. You can see that, too. ”

"But the fruit is not ripe yet, and we don't know its true power, but it can be surmised from the video that the power of the fruit is to manipulate time. ”

"This is detachment, President Baker, we are immortal, but we cannot escape from time. Fruit can make up for our regrets, and if we want to, we can even go back to ancient times, so that human civilization can collapse in an instant. ”

"No, that's not what I wanted," Baker Richardson was silent for a long, long time before he broke free from the shocking news.

"But there's no denying that you want fruit. Po Jun said with a smile.

"So?"

"So, I ask you to cooperate with us in the fight for the fruit. ”

"No matter how you look at it, Bao Ze has a better chance of winning, I don't have a reason to help you. President Baker shook his head.

The leader of the broken army said "hehe", "Ming people don't say dark words, we really don't have a good chance of winning, but this is precisely the key to our alliance." Bao Ze won, do you think you can grab the fruit in the hands of the Peerless Battle Soul, the Lord of the Pantheon Palace, and Qin Ze?"

"They don't want to trust you completely, and not telling you that the fruit is the best proof. ”

Richardson was silent.

He was right, if Bao Ze had won, he wouldn't have gotten the fruit, but the problem was

"Even if you win, I'm just as hopeless. ”

"We are different from Baoze, the alliance between the masters is driven by interests, and if we join together because of interests, we will definitely disperse because of interests. After destroying Baoze, we each rely on our abilities, and those who win get the fruit, and the losers eat the dust. The leader of the broken army said calmly:

"But Baoze is different, they don't have infighting, they are ironclad, you are in Baoze's camp, you don't have a chance at all. ”

I'll have a chance to form an alliance with you?

Baker Richardson began to consider this possibility, he was undoubtedly proud, arrogant, but he did not dare to say that he could win the Juggernaut.

His greatest advantage was that he had the Superpower Guild, but the Qing Master's abilities perfectly restrained him.

Working with the Ancient Demon is to seek the skin of the tiger, and President Baker understands this deeply. The other party did not cover up this, but told him very calmly that those who win will get the fruit, and those who lose will eat the ashes.

"Does President Baker know about the Kusanagi Sword?"

"What do you want to say?"

"To prove our sincerity, we're willing to help you trick the Kusanagi Sword. That's why I'm here for you today. Just imagine, after knowing that I lost an Extreme Dao clone, what kind of decision Bao Ze would make. ”

"They will inevitably start a war in advance, and the Kusanagi sword is an important strategic weapon, and it is impossible to stay underground forever. You just have to keep an eye on whoever the Kusanagi sword is used for during the meeting, you get close to him, and we will create opportunities for you. ”

"With the Kusanagi Sword, you have the ability to kill the Extreme Dao and the Master. That's the sincerity we give. ”

Baker Richardson fell silent again.

"You don't need to say yes now, think about it. ”

"Whew!"

Baker Richardson drew his Kusanagi sword, bringing out a stream of black blood that emitted a pungent rancid stench.

He shook his wrist slightly, and a splash of red dots appeared on the ground. Kusanagi's sword is not bloody.

"Happy cooperation!" the young master cracked the corners of his mouth, revealing a calm smile.

Baker Richardson snorted coldly: "You're not afraid that my sword will stab you?"

Qingshi shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "Then I should give you a first-class merit, anyway, the death of the clone is not fatal to me." You also understand this, but you have also lost the opportunity to form an alliance with us, and you have lost the opportunity to compete for the fruit. ”

"Human nature is greedy, and the pursuit of fetishes is the power of every living being, and you don't need to feel guilty. This is how the Buddha's head should be. ”

The young master licked his lips and walked towards the Buddha's head.

Swish!

A flash of cold light.

Baker Richardson's eyebrows raised, "What do you want to do." ”

"Of course, it's to make up for the body. The young master stopped and did not come any closer.

"Your food is there. Baker Richardson pointed to the severed limbs that were all over the ground.

Qingshi Sen said: "What if I have to eat him." ”

The atmosphere froze suddenly, and after a few seconds, it laughed: "Just kidding, the Buddha's head died from the Kusanagi sword, and he was covered in poison." I'm not going to eat him. I still admire the human pole. Well, in our eyes, eating an opponent is the best respect for him. ”

Baker Richardson breathed a sigh of relief.

"The battle isn't over yet, and you're going to need to play a play with me. Heh, who do you say will come here next? Li Xianyu and Qin Ze, or the Peerless Battle Spirit and the Lord of the Pantheon Palace?"

"If it was Li Xianyu, he might go back in time. Richardson said.

"Then we're going to win. ”

Whether Li Xianyu has gone back in time, the main reference criterion is whether the unequaled battle spirit and whether he himself has lost his combat power.

At this time, a faint golden light lit up in the center of the Buddha's head and eyebrows, and before Baker Richardson and Qingshi could react, the wisp of remnant soul had already rushed into the air and exploded silently.

The golden light forms a big Buddha with low eyebrows and folded hands, illuminating the heavens and the earth, and after a few seconds, it slowly extinguishes.

Like a prosperous fireworks, it bloomed the splendid beauty of this Buddhist leader.