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 destiny. 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. 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 heaven?"
"The Beast God is the number one public enemy in the 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
It's all very chaotic. Too many gods died in the previous wars, and now the number of gods in both the God Realm and the Demon Realm is much lower than before. The Heaven Realm has long been in ruins and is no longer as glorious as it once was. The pressure on the 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 is also very silent. It has not made any moves for a long time."
Huang Yi suddenly remembered the soul crystal. He had just learned that this thing seemed to come from heaven. Now there happened to be a person from heaven in front of him. He couldn't help but asked quickly: "I heard that soul crystals are produced in heaven."
Something like a stone?”
The man glanced at Huang Yi in surprise and said: "Yes! Every time a god dies, a soul crystal will be produced. However, this kind of death is not a real death. The gods are existences that transcend life and death. As long as the godhead is still there,
Yes, they can be resurrected quickly. Only by completely crushing the godhead will the gods truly die."
Huang Yi reached out and took out a soul crystal from the storage ring. While stroking it, he asked: "I have several such soul crystals. I heard that this thing can only play a real role in the underworld."
, I don’t know what the function 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, shook his head, and put on the wolf head mask again, "I
You have to go! Lord Beast God will be waiting for you in the future, I hope you won’t let him down."
After that, the man suddenly disappeared into the air, as if he had never appeared.
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 carefully and waited for the opportunity to come.
…
The first world, in the main altar of the Barbarian God Cult.
This is a dark primeval forest, with tall ancient trees blocking the sky, vines hanging down from the tree trunks, and moist ferns everywhere on the ground, full of savage and primitive atmosphere, which 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 appear 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's tongue.
The indigenous man picked up a piece of dry firewood, threw it into the bonfire, and said: "If we want to defeat the demons as soon as possible, we have to aim our weapons at the King of Hell, Yama, the head of the seven demon kings."
"Killing other demons is just an itch. Only by killing the clone of the King of Hell can we inflict heavy damage on the demons!" 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: "We have twelve virtual gods here. Three days later we will act together to set up a formation to 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 is naturally good at formations! I don't know where in the world there is a formation that can trap the King of Hell!"
"You don't have to worry about the formation. Recently, an old friend of 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, revealing his face slightly.
A smile.
The flickering firelight intertwined with the paint on his face, coupled with the python around his neck, making him look even more like a ferocious evil god.
"Can you add one more person?" At this time, a Naga old man suddenly said in a deep voice. He is a Naga ancestor who fought with six demon king clones in the small world of Liuli not long ago.
The native still touched the python around his neck and asked without raising his head: "Who should be added?"
"The God of Death." The Naga ancestor spit out a name.
"God-given people? Don't be ridiculous. 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."
All 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, our beheading of the King of Hell may not be successful this time. 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 destiny be changed.