Chapter 1197: Indigenous Meeting

The man stared at Huang Yi and said, "You don't have to worry too much. What the Beast God sees is only the fate of the second world, not yours. God-given people have no fate, even if there is no god-given in the book of fate." You are the variables of the Three Realms, the gods and demons cannot see your future, and you can change many things."

"I know!" Huang Yi nodded. This is like his eye of time. Although he can see the short future of npcs, he cannot see the future of players.

Huang Yi asked with concern: "Is the Beast God okay in the heaven?"

"Lord Beast God is the number one public enemy of the heavens. All the gods and demons are chasing him. How do you think he will be any better?" The man's face was heavy. It is very chaotic, too many gods have been lost in previous wars, and now the number of gods in the God Realm and Demon Realm is not as good as before. The Heaven Realm has long been in ruins and is no longer as glorious as it used to be, and the pressure on Lord Beast God has been greatly reduced."

"What about the god of death? Is it still missing?" Huang Yi continued to ask.

The man nodded, and said quietly: "The God of Death has been missing for countless years, and the Temple of the God of Death is also very quiet, and hasn't made any moves for a long time."

Huang Yi suddenly remembered the soul crystal. He just learned that this thing seems to be produced in the heaven. Now there is a person who came from the heaven in front of him. He couldn't help asking: "I heard that the soul crystal will be produced in the heaven. Something like a stone?"

The man glanced at Huang Yi in surprise, and said: "Yes! Every time a god dies, a soul spar will be produced. However, this kind of death is not a real death. Now, they can be resurrected very quickly. Only when the godhead is completely shattered can the gods truly die."

Huang Yi stretched out his hand, took out a soul spar from the storage ring, rubbed it, and asked, "I have several soul spars like this. I heard that this thing can only play a real role in the underworld. , I don’t know what it does?”

"I don't know either. The underworld is too mysterious. Only the dead can go there. Maybe I'll find out when I die!" The man said, shaking his head and putting on the wolf-head mask again, "I I have to go! Lord Beast God will wait for you in the future, I hope you will not let him down."

After all, the man suddenly disappeared into the air, as if he had never appeared before.

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

He held a brocade bag tightly, a red string was tied at the mouth of the brocade bag, and one end of the string was hanging down, exuding endless temptation.

Just a tug on that string will open the bag of secrets and reveal a message about the future.

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

...

In the first world, in the main altar of the Barbarian God Sect.

This is a dark virgin forest, with tall ancient trees covering the sky, vines hanging from the trunks, and wet ferns everywhere, full of barbaric and primitive atmosphere, which has not yet been invaded by civilization.

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

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

However, there was an unfathomable aura emanating from these people, and the flickering yellow flames made these figures erratic.

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

A python was wrapped around his neck, and the python lazily laid its head on his shoulder, staring coldly at the campfire.

At this time, the boa constrictor vomited the snake letter.

The native man picked up a dry stick,

Throwing it into the bonfire casually, said: "If we want to defeat the demons as soon as possible, we have to aim our weapons at Yan Mo, the king of hell among the seven demon kings."

"Killing other demons is just a tickle. Only by killing the clone of the king of hell can we cause serious damage to the demons!" An old man with wings on his back and a gloomy face nodded.

"Since your Barbarian Cult has this plan, then we will participate, but we don't know what the specific plan is? The King of Hell is different from the other demon kings. Killing his clone is not easy, and careful arrangements must be made." A figure with tentacles on top of his head shook his tentacles and said in an urn.

The native man with a python wrapped around his neck said in a deep voice: "We have twelve false gods here, three days later we will work together to arrange a formation, introduce the clone of the king of hell into it, and kill him! "

"What kind of formation can trap the king of hell? He used to be the blood dragon supreme of the dragon clan, and the dragon clan is 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. An old man from our Barbarian Sect has returned recently, and his formation can help us." The native said, stretching out his hand to stroke the python wrapped around his neck, showing a slight smile. a smile.

The swaying flames intertwined with the painted on his face, coupled with the python around his neck, made him look more like a ferocious evil god.

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

The aborigine was still stroking the python around his neck, without raising his head, he asked, "Add who?"

"Killing God." The Naga ancestor spat out a name.

"Heaven-sent people? Don't be kidding, they are just a group of little dolls. The strongest God-sent people are only at the stage of ascending to the sky. What strength can they have?"

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

All the big figures shook their heads one after another.

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

"Yes!" The next moment, the native man suddenly nodded, staring into the eyes of the python, and said quietly: "The role of the god-sent people is not their strength, but their identity. The god-sent people represent Variables, this time our action against the King of Hell may not be successful. The King of Hell has been standing at the top of the mortal world for countless years. It is almost a fixed number. Only by adding variables to the action can the fixed number be changed. "