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Chapter 1197 Aboriginal Meeting

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    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 your fate. People who are given by God have no destiny, even if there is no God's gift in the book of fate.  You are the variables of the Three Realms. Neither the gods nor the demons can see your future. " "I know!" Huang Yi nodded.  This is just 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 heaven?" "The Beast God is the number one public enemy in heaven. All the gods and demons are chasing him. How do you think he will fare better?" The man's face was heavy.  "The Beast God can only lurk now, waiting for opportunities. But now the entire heaven is in chaos. Too many gods have died in the previous war, and now the number of gods in the gods and demons is not as good as before. The heaven has long been in ruins, no matter  It has regained its former glory, and the pressure on Lord Beast God has been reduced a lot. "What about the God of Death? Is he 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 Death has been very silent. He hasn't made any moves for a long time." Huang Yi suddenly thought of the soul crystal. He just learned that this thing seemed to be produced.  From the heaven, there happened to be a person who had come down from the heaven in front of him. He couldn't help but asked quickly: "I heard that there are things like soul crystals produced in the heaven?" The man glanced at Huang Yi in surprise and said  : "Yes! Every time a god dies, a soul crystal will be produced. However, this death is not a real death. The gods are existences beyond life and death. As long as the godhead is still there, they can be resurrected quickly. Only by adding the godhead  Only when it is completely shattered can the spirit truly die." Huang Yi reached out and took out a soul crystal from the storage ring. While stroking it, he asked, "I have several soul crystals like this. Listen.  "It is said that this thing can only play a real role in the underworld. I don't know what its role is." "I don't know. The underworld is too mysterious. Only the dead can go there. Maybe I will wait until I die.  You know!" The man said, shook his head, and put on the wolf mask again, "I have to go! Lord Beast God will be waiting for you in the future. I hope you won't disappoint him." After that, the man suddenly disappeared.  It was in the air, as if it had never appeared before.  If it weren¡¯t for the real bag of tips in his hand, Huang Yi would even suspect that everything just happened was not real and was just a sudden dream.  He held a brocade bag tightly, with a red rope tied around the mouth of the brocade bag. One end of the rope hung down, exuding endless temptation.  ¡°As long as you pull the rope, you can open this secret bag and see a message about the future.  But he couldn't. He put away the tips and waited honestly for the opportunity to come. ?¡­ ?The first world, in the main altar of the Barbarian God Sect.  This is a dark primeval forest, with tall ancient trees blocking the sky, and vines hanging from the trunks. The ground is full of moist ferns, full of savage and primitive atmosphere, and has not yet been invaded by civilization.  In the dim forest, a bonfire was burning at this time, and more than ten 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, these people all exuded an unfathomable aura, and the flickering dim firelight made these figures erratic.  Sitting in the middle is a man wearing animal skin clothes and colorful paintings on his face, who looks like an indigenous savage.  There was a python wrapped around his neck. The python lay its head lazily on his shoulder, staring coldly at the bonfire.  At this time, the python spit out the snake letter.  The indigenous man picked up a piece of dry firewood and threw it into the bonfire. He said: "If we want to defeat the demons as soon as possible, we must aim our weapons at the king of hell, Yama, the head of the seven demon kings." "Kill other demons.  The clan is just tickling, and only by killing the clone of the King of Hell can we inflict heavy damage on the demon clan!" An old man with wings on his back and a sinister expression nodded.  "Since your Barbarian God Cult has this plan, 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 his head shook his tentacles and said in a loud voice.  The indigenous man with the python wrapped around his neck said in a deep voice: "WeThere are twelve virtual gods inside. Three days later, we will work together to set up a formation, introduce the clone 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 formations. Recently, an old friend of ours from the Barbarian God Sect has returned, and his formations can help us.  "The native said, reaching out and stroking the python wrapped around his neck, showing a slight smile. The swaying firelight, intertwined with the paintings on his face, coupled with the python around his neck, made him  More like a ferocious evil god. ¡°Can we add one more person?  "At this time, an old Naga suddenly said in a deep voice. He was a Naga ancestor who had fought with six demon king clones in the small world of Liuli not long ago. The native was still touching the python on his neck, his head  He asked without looking up: "Who should be added?  " "The God of Killing.  "The Naga ancestor spit out a name. "A person sent by God?  Don't be kidding, they are all just a bunch of little kids. The strongest God-given people are only in the stage of ascending to heaven. What kind of strength can they have.  " "People from the second world should not come to join in the fun. In that world, only the dean of the Oskan Royal Academy deserves our attention.  "The big shots 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. "Okay!  "The next moment, the indigenous man suddenly nodded, stared into the eyes of the python, and said quietly: "The role of God-given people is not their strength, but their identity.  God-given people represent variables. This time our beheading of 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, which is almost a certainty.  Only by adding variables to the action can the fixed number be changed.  "
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