Hearing the ancestral god mention the abyss, some of the gods didn't know what they meant, but some powerful gods who had been to the Styx a few times couldn't help frowning, recalling the terrifying abyss they had seen.

On the left, the river Styx, which was halfway down like a waterfall, fell into the abyss that never ended.

One after another, countless tentacles twisted from flesh and blood, inlaid with hateful eyeballs everywhere, staring at the people who were looking at him, whenever he saw the tentacles, his ears would think of crazy whispers, even if he was a god, it was difficult to bear such whispers.

"The Abyss... What's wrong?" Although he was not familiar with the ancestral god, because of the timidity in his heart, a god still mustered up the courage to ask questions.

"Over the years, the abyss has been getting stronger little by little, I feel that something is about to come out, and I can't let him continue to grow, and with my own strength, it is difficult to deal with, so I gathered you to deal with this incident together. ”

"Ancestral God, I have an idea," the God of Hunting took the lead in coming out of the crowd and facing the Ancestral God, after the Ancestral God nodded slightly, the God of Hunting spoke, "We are in the Divine Realm, the God of Bewitchment lives in the River Styx, and he actually did not report any changes to the River Styx, his heart can be punished!"

Seeing the words of the God of Hunting, Leng Yi snickered inwardly, and sure enough, he couldn't help but jump out at this time and give the God of Bewitchment eye medicine.

The civilization that the God of Hunting worked hard to cultivate, in the southern Xinjiang continent, was cut off by the God of Bewitchment, and the priests of the God of Hunting were eliminated by the military commander one by one, and the God of Bewitchment stood behind them to support them.

In addition, the fall of the god of bewitchment is inseparable from the god of hunting, although the god of bewitchment has to pay the main responsibility for that matter, but there are too many of them in the god of blood, and the god of bewitchment can only vent to the god of hunting, so now, the two of them are like fire and water.

"Well, let's go to Huangquan Road to investigate first," Leng Yi nodded, neither agreeing nor vetoing the proposal of the God of Hunting.

Then, Leng Yi began to cast the spell. In order not to let his strength in the hearts of the gods be too strong, Leng Yi had to focus on summoning this magic circle It was very difficult.

Leng Yi pretended to be for a long time, and after turning into a magic array, he directly adjusted the time to 3 times the speed, and waited for a while before opening this giant summoning door to the River Styx.

Then, starting with a cold game, he flew in first. Seeing that Leng Yi had already entered, all the gods, under the leadership of the forerunners, flew into the summoning gate one by one.

It has been more than 600 years since the fall of the god of bewitchment to Huangquan Road.

For more than 600 years, the god of bewitchment built a new Valhalla Hall for himself on the Yellow Spring Road, and let some of the heroes of Fakyu serve him on the Yellow Spring Road after they died.

And in order to make the people of Fakeu adapt to the Yellow Spring Road, the God of Bewitchment spent a lot of energy, and finally completed the method of transforming souls. However, what makes the bewitching god a little strange is why the soul that has been transformed by himself has inexplicably extra goat horns on its head, and it also emits the smell of sulfur.

After thinking about it for a while, the god of bewitchment felt that if he couldn't think of it, don't think about it, it doesn't matter anyway.

These days, the most worrying thing for the God of Bewitchment (meow, what happened to always want to fight the god of Fak) is not the mutation in the abyss on the other side of the River Styx, but the call of the ancestral god.

As the 900th year of the Great Calendar approaches, and the ancestral god still hasn't talked to him, the god of bewitchment is constantly drumming in his heart, won't the ancestral god forget himself? Could it be that he can't participate in the third meeting of the gods?

When the 900th year of the Great Calendar arrived, the door to the summoning that allowed himself to reach the divine realm was not opened, and the uneasiness of the god of bewitchment reached a new peak, but fortunately, the god of bewitchment can still be used now, the specific time of the meeting is uncertain, and there are no excuses to comfort himself with the meeting.

After waiting for a while, the God of Bewitchment saw that the Summoning Gate had finally opened, and before he could be happy for a few seconds, he found that the Ancestral God had flown out of the Summoning Gate.

Before the god of bewitchment could figure out what was going on, the door of summoning was like a bean, and a large group of gods flew out of the door one after another, making the face of the god of bewitchment all white.

However, after seeing that the ancestral god had brought so many gods, the god of bewitchment realized that there was only one way for him to go now.

The God of Bewitchment took a few steps forward, bowed his head towards the Ancestral God, bowed and asked, "Your Excellency the Respected Ancestral God, I don't know what kind of crime this God has suffered, and he needs to mobilize the people like this?"

Although Leng Yi couldn't see the back, he could see it, and Leng Yi saw the hunting god who came out with him, with a eager expression, and he really wanted to punish the god of bewitchment instead of himself.

"The abyss on the other side of the River Styx, don't say you don't know anything about the changes over the years," Leng Yi flew down and stood on the floor of the Temple of the God of Bewitchment, looking at the God of Bewitchment level.

At this time, all the fallen heroic spirits in the temple had already hidden themselves very well from the gods.

In the face of the ancestral god's rebuke, the god of bewitchment buried his head even lower, and replied respectfully: "Your Excellency the respected ancestral god has also been to the Styx many times, I thought that with the strength of the first god under the root of the ancestral god, he should have discovered the mutation in the abyss a long time ago, and now he didn't do it, maybe he had another plan; ”

Hearing the bewitching god's reasonable answer, Leng Yi didn't know how to answer for a while, so a burst of unhappiness suddenly rose in his heart.

The boss asks you questions, and you don't want to admit your mistakes and appease your boss, but instead you have a bunch of rebuttals with cheap mouths, so that your boss doesn't know how to refute you.

At this time, Leng Yi remembered the lovely Myrami god of trade... Now I'm going to call the god of Bourbon commerce, this girl, during the first two conferences of the gods, Leng Yi liked to bully her the most.

Every time she is named by Leng Yi, this girl will habitually widen her eyes, and then look at Leng Yi with teary eyes, with an expression of why are you bullying me, and she replied angrily... She didn't seem to know, which made Leng Yi like to bully her even more.

Ahem, back to the topic, the heart of this bewitching god is greatly broken, I saved his life six hundred years ago, but he doesn't know what's going on today, just like the original God of Light, I asked him a lot.

Don't you know, if you scare your boss until you have nothing to say, your boss can't refute you and lower your prestige, don't you force your boss to play the play "Confucius punishes Shao Zhengmao" to save your prestige?

Actually, I don't want to do that.

Well, the reason why the god of bewitchment does this is nothing more than two words, the heart is empty, when it comes to the abyss mutation, he can't help but feel weak, because every time he sees you in the abyss, the heart of the god of bewitchment always has an urge to be inspired.

I really want to let the abyss invade the god realm, and there will be more fallen gods.

Of course, the god of bewitchment, who is now powerful in the divine realm, knows that his idea is just a rhapsody after all, so the god of bewitchment suppresses this idea in the deepest part of his heart.

After holding it for a long time, Leng Yi finally snorted coldly and ended the conversation with the God of Bewitchment - otherwise, I don't know what the God of Bewitchment would do to himself.

Ya, write down someone's name in a small notebook.

"God of Bewitchment, the matter of the abyss is about all the gods, and now I do have a plan, but I need you to provide your temple as a support. ”

Have a plan and provide support... The bewitching god said in his heart that this was the punishment of the ancestral god, and it came so quickly. Knowing his previous answer, the ancestral god was dissatisfied, but at this time, it was irreparable, so he had to be careful not to be pitted by the ancestral god in the future.

"The ancestral god has an order, and he should obey it," the god of bewitchment nodded in promise, and then let go of control of his temple and transferred control to Leng Yi.

"Listen, everyone, this god," as soon as this sentence came out, Leng Yi felt that something was not good. Rub, listen to the words of the god of bewitchment, listen to it too much, and actually call yourself a god with this god... Forget it, no matter this little thing, let's move on.

"It will be based on the temple of the god of bewitchment, make a magic circle, after this magic circle is formed, this god will be used as the eye of the array, providing bonuses for the gods, you can use the magic circle to communicate with each other, and the location of each god will be provided on the magic circle, of course, there are more functions, you can experience it yourself later. ”

After pausing for a few seconds and giving the gods a reaction, Leng Yi started the conversation again: "Next, this god will use the contact information of the magic circle to communicate with all of you, and send instructions to you to deal with the abyss." Remember, this circle will imprint your thoughts, and when there is a brand, please do not refuse. That's the current plan, any doubts?"

This time, no god came out to touch Leng Yi's brows again, so Leng Yi entered the temple of the bewitching god and began to arrange the magic circle.

Why do you want to arrange the magic circle? Because your own family knows how many catties and taels your family has, although Leng Yi is known as the first god under the roots, he has never used the ability of this world to fight.

Let's just put it this way, if the group of people like the God of Light and even Fokodo have the strength of Leng Yi, they can beat Leng Yi in minutes in battle, after all, Leng Yi's fighting skills... Appalling.

At that time, if you really fight, if you don't cheat, I'm afraid you'll make a big fool, but I'm not bad at the moment, and I don't want to cheat from beginning to end in this script.

Therefore, when he was pondering the script before, Leng Yi thought of a compromise method, that is, to turn this stage of the script into a real-time strategy similar to the Age of Empires.

The magic circle of the Bewitching Temple where Leng Yi was located, for the other gods, what they saw was indeed a magic circle, but in Leng Yi's opinion, this was an operating platform.

The so-called ability to feel each other's existence and communicate with each other is just an additional function of the real-time strategy platform, and the cold game is the platform itself.

So Leng Yi next, it's time to play a long-lost real-time strategy game, although this time the game:

"Each of your soldiers has their own attributes and personalities; you have to be careful that your soldiers will not faithfully carry out your every command; super high degree of freedom, liberal management, your soldiers can come up with their own tasks. ”

Ahem, it's funny.