Trumen withdrew from the Jade Tower respectfully. Emperor Chaoge was waiting outside the Jade Tower with a sinister face. When he saw Trumen coming out, he walked over and wanted to speak but stopped. Trumen waved his hand and said in a distant tone, "The immortals surrender, the gods are enthroned. You go down and prepare."

Emperor Chaoge's eyes were gloomy and looked at Trumen tightly. Then he sneered and left, "What a god, for nothing. I'm just making this chess piece, I can't be a wise ruler, but I can't be a fool, can't I do this?"

Seeing Emperor Chaoge sneering and leaving, Truman's eyes flashed, and with a move, a young man with a long sword on his back appeared silently. He looked like a sharp sword, bowing to Truman's head and silently remained silent.

"Look at him."

Trumanzi's voice was cold, "Don't miss the Battle of the Gods and ruin the elegant taste of the immortal."

The young man's face twitched suddenly, raised his head and looked at Trumenzi. The two of them looked at each other for a long time. The young man nodded slowly and turned around and walked away. However, his sharp and sharp spirit, as if he could hold the sky with one hand, suddenly became a little depressed, as if his sword was broken and injured. While walking, there was less firmness and a little more staggering.

Li Tomb stood above the Jade Tower, expressionless, and the red mutant parrot on his shoulder was posing, looking at them coldly.

As if he noticed Li Tomb's gaze, Truman raised his head and bowed to Li Tomb on the Jade Tower again, with a humble smile※Changfeng※Wenxue, ww‚︾x, and said softly: "Let the immortal laugh. If there is nothing else, Xiaodao will take the lead and prepare for the deity of the gods."

Li Tomb didn't know if it was possible, so he waved his hand. Trumen lowered his head and left backwards until he retreated to the Yulou that he stood up and headed towards the Sword Sect Hall.

When Truman entered the Sword Sect Hall and stood in front of the altar where the portraits of the immortals were enshrined, the incense was in full swing and the smoke was smoky and fog, Truman's eyes slid over the spiritual throne of each generation of the Sword Sect, and remained silent for a long time. Then he stretched out his hand and gently pressed one of the spiritual thrones.

The altar was silently separated from both sides, revealing a dark staircase, which was a secret room. Trumenzi stepped inside, and the altar slowly closed, and there was no sign of anything strange.

After entering the secret room, I don’t know where the dark and narrow passage leads. Occasionally, a few dim lights flash, not only can’t illuminate the road ahead. Instead, the entire passage becomes darker and deeper.

Truman straightened his back and kept walking forward, his pace was neither fast nor slow. He occasionally stopped and thought for a moment, and then continued to move forward. Obviously, although the road was only the only one, he was still hesitant.

After walking for almost an hour, the dark and narrow passage suddenly became brighter. Dozens of eternal lights illuminated this small underground secret room.

The underground secret room is extremely simple, with only a pool, a cushion, and the figure staring at the pool and sitting cross-legged on the cushion.

The figure was extremely old and extremely decayed, leaving only skin and bones, with a scattered face. It looked extremely terrifying, with legs broken at the knees, revealing some creeping bones. At this moment, when I heard the sound of footsteps, I suddenly raised my head. My face was covered by dirty hair and couldn't see clearly, but my eyes were green, like a lonely wolf, which made me feel heartbroken.

"You're here."

A night owl-like voice sounded from the figure's mouth, Truman frowned slightly and nodded, "I'm here."

"Hehe, since you are here, I guess it's another day of God's deity. No, the time is wrong!"

The man's tone suddenly changed, as if he was a little shocked. He quickly reached out and sucked it into the pool. With his palms touched it, he realized that it was not the pool, it was clearly a pool of blood, and the pool was clearly filled with blood.

The man reached into the blood pool, stirred it, and picked up the bloody palm again. There was already something in his hand, which seemed to be a skull, but it didn't look like it, emitting a metallic luster. It was the puppet heads that were called the Yellow Turban Rex by people in this world.

The man grabbed the puppet's head and didn't know what he did. Soon the eye sockets of the head lit up. The man pressed the puppet's head against his forehead, looking extremely strange.

Trumenzi seemed to have seen this man's strange behavior, and said nothing, waiting quietly. After a while, he saw the man's palm suddenly exerting force, and his five fingers stabbed directly into the metal puppet's head. A sour sound sound rang out, and the entire puppet's head was directly pinched by the man.

"This is impossible, this is impossible."

The man was a little crazy and threw away the puppet head in his hand that was being squeezed. He flipped into the blood pool with a thud. The pungent smell of blood instantly spread, but the man no longer cared about it. He kept salvaging the blood pool, and soon another puppet head appeared in his hand.

Truman's eyes flashed, and when he saw the man as if he was going crazy, he grabbed a puppet's head in the blood pool, and put it on his forehead for a while, then he squeezed it again. After repeating this several times, he finally couldn't help but say, "What's going on?"

The man didn't speak, as if he was stupid, fell into the blood pool depressedly. After a quarter of an hour, he slowly stood up from the blood pool. Even though only a pair of broken legs were left, he still stood up.

A little blood was dyed in the green eyes. I looked at Trumenzi and said, "I remember when you started, I taught you a word and endure. You asked me when I endure it? I didn't answer you. Because I can't bear it anymore, I should..."

"…Kill! No! Absolute!"

"Huh."

Li Tomb went down to the Yulou and was about to return to his mansion when he suddenly felt something. He looked into the distant mountains and let out a light ejaculation.

"Master, what's wrong?"

The red mutant parrot asked.

"I just felt a trace of energy fluctuation. Maybe I was in a wrong sense."

Li Tomb shook his head, not caring too much, "Let's go back."

"Master, how long will we stay here? Where did that guy Zhu San from Wings??"

The red mutant parrot is a little depressed. This place is so boring that there is nothing. Even a landlord can't find enough people. It really doesn't want to stay there.

"If you feel bored, just go and play by yourself."

The red mutant parrot's eyes lit up and he couldn't wait to fly in the air. "King, I'm not trying to run out to play, I'm trying to search for information for you."

As he said that, the red mutant parrot turned into a red shadow and couldn't wait to go down the mountain to have fun in Chaoge.

Li Tomb waved his hand, and the two yellow turban strong men guarding in front of the Yulou, one of them turned scarlet in an instant. They were activated by the authority Li Tomb obtained from Yutaichung, and stepped up and chased the red mutant parrot towards the bottom of the mountain.

After sending out the red mutant parrot, Li Tomb stepped back to his residence in the Sword Sect. He got a lot of information in the Jade Tower and needed to sort it out.

Three days later, the red mutant parrot was a little overjoyed and still wandered around outside but never came back. Li Tomb and Tianwang re-cluttered the part of the information they obtained in Yutaichung.

The information was obviously left by Yiren Zhusan, who helped those who came to Chaoge for the first time understand the key to the entire Chaoge plan. There was no confidential information. Obviously, Yiren Zhusan would not easily take out the actual progress of the Chaoge plan and the first-hand experimental data obtained.

During these three days, the Wing Ren Zhusan contacted him once through the Yellow Turban Warriors, and he was talking about the Battle of the Gods.

The Buddhist sect where Yiren Zhusan is located is already gathering the army of 800 princes. At most, three days will be the Battle of the Gods once every five hundred years, and the entire Chaoge and millions of troops will be put into life and death in a moment. What’s sad is that in Yiren Zhusan’s eyes, a war of life and death in life and death may be just a game.

Li Tomb was called a tyrant, but now he realized that compared to Zhu San, the Winged Man, he was not considered a tyrant.

"Master, are you sympathizing with these people?"

Skynet asked.

"No. People who can't even learn to resist are not worthy of sympathy."

Li Tomb murmured in a low voice, "I just feel a little sad."

"The road is chosen by themselves. Since they have chosen to bear it, they can't blame others."

Li Tomb's voice was a little cold.

He saw the progress of Chaoge's plan, and the plan that started from the generation of the third grandfather of Yirenzhu has lasted for nearly ten thousand years, not to mention that there is a battle to become the gods every five hundred years.

He doesn't believe that no smart person in this world can see the truth behind this world clearly, which is basically impossible.

After all, it would be fine if Yiren Zhu San did not interfere in Chaoge's history, but every five hundred years there will be a god, and there is even a ridiculous thing to restore that period of history in order to the original flavor.

At the beginning of each battle of the Gods, he was actually the same name, Emperor Chaoge was drunk and played with the immortal god.

And the even more ridiculous thing is that Chaoge loses every battle of the Gods, but Chaoge still exists after he fought the Battle of the Gods that almost twenty times.

Of course, after each Battle of the Gods, Yiren Zhusan and others would clean up some more important characters. At the same time, during the first few Battles of the Gods, they also used large-scale memory elimination to cover up history.

But the problem is, this world is so big, isn’t there a single fish that misses the net?

Li Tomb doesn't believe it. Maybe they can say that a person's power cannot change the world or destiny, but nearly ten thousand years have passed. After a person, a person should be a force that can change the color of the mountains and rivers no matter what.

What's more, in his opinion, Trumanzi doesn't seem to be a person who doesn't know the truth, because Trumanzi looked at him with awe, but with a hint of resentment.

That trace of resentment may have deceived others, but it cannot deceive him, because in front of the red mutant parrot, Trumenzi thought he was hiding very well, and he had long been exposed.

"King, Truman is here."

Skynet suddenly opened its mouth and saw Trumenzi who was rushing through the Yellow Turban Strongman at the door. (To be continued...)

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