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"What are you going to do?!" the old monster gritted his teeth and asked.

Since hundreds of years ago, this mysterious person in front of the old monster has created many great horrors.

It can be said that he is the man behind the great horror, he is an old monster who has no way to figure out the dystocia.

Even the one who was one of the ten enemies that year was persuaded by this guy.

"Me? Of course I want Human Race to be brilliant." The principal of the God Pavilion smiled and said.

The old monster got goose bumps on his back involuntarily.

What is the splendor of the human race? Could it be that these hundreds of years of great horror are all for the glory of the human race?

This is all shit!

If you want the human race to be brilliant, you must first put the human race in a stable place. Only in a stable place can the human race become brilliant.

"I guess you will refute me saying that the human race must be in a safe place if they want to be brilliant, right?" The **** pavilion chief looked at the old monster playfully and asked.

The old monster was at a loss for words.

"Next, you will definitely talk a lot of great truths, but that's not what I want to listen to." The God Pavilion principal said lightly.

In the next second, he stretched out his hand to drag Chen Luan, who had been slapped by the old monster in a coma, to his side, and then faintly placed Chen Luan on the ground.

"Actually, you don't know. The human race already existed a long time ago. At that time, the human race was the ruler of the entire universe, but do you know what they did?" The **** pavilion principal asked the old monster indifferently.

The old monster frowned and shook his head.

"In that era, they were the strongest, but they didn't feel that there would be no joy without competition, so they created many races, such as the Tianyu tribe, Shura tribe, and Hell Nether tribe outside the chaos, do they feel that these races are very familiar? "The God Pavilion principal asked the old monster playfully.

The old monster instinctively felt that the person in charge of the God Pavilion would say something he didn't know today. He refuted the words of the person in the God Pavilion and said: "What does that have to do with the current human race?"

"Of course it has a relationship. After all, you are their offspring." The person in charge of the God Pavilion said lightly.

The old monster's eyes tightened suddenly.

The offspring of the strongest offspring!

"Maybe you still want to say that your human race can't guess the rise of hundreds of years, but don’t forget, the history of your human race is only recorded for a few hundred years, but it’s not necessarily that you have passed it on for hundreds of years. Look at your poor and ignorant group. The race, I really feel sorry for you." The person in charge of the God Pavilion raised his head and said lightly.

The human race, a created race group that created almost all races inside and outside the chaos, has now become like this, and anyone who changes it will feel heartache.

"There has been a war between the ancients of your human race. Otherwise, I think your history will at least have thousands of years of fighting against ancient giants. You have forgotten the age when griffins were food."

"What makes me sad is that you don't even resist becoming the animals to be slaughtered by others. This is what makes me most uncomfortable."

The principal of the God Pavilion spoke to the old monster word by word.

Without saying a word, the old monster's heart was shaken strongly.

Especially the last sentence, hit the old monster's secret for a long time.

Humans are actually ten captive beasts.

"Look, you know all of this yourself, don't you?" The person in charge of the God Pavilion chuckled lightly.

At this moment, the old monster burst out incomparable murderous aura.

He now wants to kill the person in charge of the God Pavilion who said these things alive, but he has no way to deny it. This is the reality.

At the end of that great horror hundreds of years ago, the old monster already knew who the ten were.

He didn't want to be a beast of the same kind, so he found Tai Luo.

Under the old monster's eloquent persuasion, Tai Luo was recommended to ten by the old monster and became a candidate for the ten.

Everyone knows what happened in the future, Tai Luo couldn't bear to eat the same kind, and the two of them ran around the universe to maintain stability.

This is also the main reason why the old monster feels guilty to Tai Luo, after all, in the old monster's heart, Tai Luo is going to help him bear the suffering.

Unexpectedly, Tai Luo insisted on his belief in being a human being, and has never violated the vow he made.

"You, you, I told you that the ten statues are just shepherds. If you don’t believe me, you have to find someone to replace you as one of the new ten statues. My ministry thinks this will allow you to escape. Now he is also old. , It's time for you to make a choice." The **** pavilion principal said lightly to the old monster.

Those of the ten statues all knew what abacus the old monster had played, but no one broke the old monster's abacus.

The existence of Tai Luo is actually the tacit consensus reached between the old monster and those of the ten statues.

When Taeluo can't do anything, when is the old monster taking over.

There is no length of time in their eyes, after all, one of them is the most powerful ancient human being.

As an ancient man, he has passed a long time, witnessing the ups and downs of the human race, and the decline and revival of various races.

He is more like an ancient recorder, and sometimes like a glutton. When he shows his fangs, no matter what race he is, it is inevitable to escape his palm.

Knowing this, the old monster has always trapped himself in the illusion of being crazy because of the death of his wife and children.

Isn't all this a helpless retreat?

After a certain day, he suddenly eats his own kind, then the disguise that once fell into madness is a protective skin that will never fade to him.

He didn't want to be scolded by the human race because he became one of the ten deities, so he made this look in order to retreat.

"During the time I was restrained, I was fortunate to have a conversation with the most powerful ancient of your human race. He told me that it doesn’t matter if the human race is destroyed or not. And, do you know why he, as a human race, wants to eat his own kind? ?" The person in charge of the God Pavilion asked indifferently.

The old monster's pupils were blood red, and the words of the master of the gods' pavilion had completely peeked out the secrets hidden in his heart. Some things he didn't know, the masters of the gods' pavilion even knew.

The principal of the **** pavilion slowly turned around, looking at a patch of blood fog, a trace of sarcasm appeared on his face: "Actually, you are not a real human race at all. The real human race has perished long, long ago. If the ancients were If you think about it, you can create a new human race at any time, even if it is to bring you back to life, it is not difficult."

boom!

The old monster's eyes were blood red, and his upper body's clothes were torn apart because of anger.

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