"I have to say first that I surrendered and I have not fought back after coming in." At this time, the God of Death had already tied himself up, and I don't know how he did it, but he could tie him up tightly. The God of Death continued, "If you want to ask, I will answer truthfully if you know."

"You are easy to talk to." Gui Bugui smiled and continued, "I won't ask you for it now. You can tell me the gods yourself. If I can have no questions in the end, then I will release the gods immediately. Do you think this is the case?"

"One word is determined." After hearing Gui Bugui's promise, the god of decline had almost hesitated at all, and said, "The Lord of God was still on Xiaozhou Mountain 260 miles away three days ago. His cave was at the foot of the second mountain on the left. Behind a red leaf was the entrance to the cave. There was a formation layout three feet in front of the cave gate. Although the formation gall was inside the cave, the formation could be avoided at two positions outside the cave. This was for the mortal monks who did his work when the Lord of God was not in the cave."

When talking about this, the God of Death paused for a moment, then continued to Gui Bugui and they said, "The Lord of God broke his arm and is now looking for an alternative arm. I guess it is the arm of the God of Plague. The body of the God of Plague is well preserved and should be used."

When the God of Decay was about to continue speaking, the God of Plague, whose face was blocked by Wu Mian, spoke, "Okay, you have said enough. This is enough for you to save your life."

"Where is this? You are still above me in terms of priesthood ranking. Since I am the last one, you can't be polite if you should say anything." After looking at his companion, God continued to smile and said to Gui Bugui: "Let's continue to say that the Lord of God originally said that he would come together. I don't know why he couldn't contact him before he started. It's probably because he is changing his arms, but don't worry, as long as the Lord of God contacts me, I will tell you intact."

Looking at the cooperation of the god of decline, Gui Bugui smiled and said, "Continue, God, you are so smart, you must understand what I want to know."

"Yes, isn't this just going to say it?" After a smile, the God of Desperate continued, "The genius treasures needed to refine magical artifacts have been found, and most of them are still the rest before. However, the Lord of God accepted a few disciples and asked them to search for them in Western countries. However, even if the number of genius treasures there is a little more, it may not be able to get them all within a few decades. But you must be careful, once the Lord of God is really crazy, he might have to take the risk of taking the Sishui number. Maybe he would take the risk to go to the God of Wealth Island again."

When he talked about this, the God of Death paused for a moment, and then continued, "But there is one thing I want to remind you that even if the artifact is refined, someone will need help spread." While speaking, the God of Death began to deliberately or unintentionally glance at the plague god who was restrained by Wu Mian.

"I need someone to spread." After Gui Bugui repeated this sentence, he looked back at the trembling plague god with a smile, and then continued to say to the decay god: "Continue to talk about what I should remind the old man about me, and say it again, don't let me ask you on your own initiative."

"Yes" The God of Death blinked his eyes and continued, "The Lord of God accepted a few disciples before, saying they were disciples, but they were just doing odd jobs for him. Several of them were sent to the West to find genius treasures, and the rest were scattered everywhere to find out for him. There were all of them among them. The two great masters had never found the Lord of God before, that was that he had been eliminated before."

"Okay, since you are still pretending to be stupid, then I don't have to be polite, old man." Gui Bugui smiled and shook his head, and continued, "Which big tomb does the Lord value the burial of which large tomb? He was a great man who ascended in ancient times. At that time, those who practice Taoism did not engage in a grand burial. In the summer, there was a saying of cultivating underworld, and then the saying of a grand burial began to gradually begin. There were not many genius treasures in front of me, but there were still a large number of genius treasures for burial at the underground graves. The Lord of God would not have made this idea. He should have dug several large tombs."

After hearing Gui Bugui's words, Huang Shen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, laughed dryly, and said again: "I don't want to say this, I really can't remember this. What you said to the old man is right, the God Lord is indeed not authentic. His disciples have specialized in stealing Shang and Zhou tombs, but you also know that the more powerful the monks are, the more secret they are buried after death, and there are countless mechanisms and formations. The God Lord's disciples have been injured a lot."

At this time, Wu Mian smiled in his unique way, and then continued, "Didn't you hear the old guy clearly? He was asking you, which big tomb is the Lord of God now? He didn't ask you other irrelevant words."

"Yes, am I about to say this?" Huai Shen smiled a little stiffly. After pausing for a moment, he continued, "You can see at a glance that the tomb of the God Lord, Chu Ya, is the most powerful sorcerer in the world. He said that Chu Ya had to refine a Wanbiao grid during his lifetime. He first had to collect all the genius treasures in the world, and then bury them with him."

"This is false. Will the Lord of God believe even such nonsense?" At this time, Guangren, who had been watching coldly, finally couldn't help but say something. After a pause, the white-haired master continued, "The monks at that time had not yet understood the method of longevity, and those who lived longevity only passed away for only 150 or 60 years. Master Xu Fu had already confirmed that the great sorcerer of Chuya died at the age of 139. How could he have time to collect tens of thousands of genius treasures?"

"You don't show off this great master. The great sorcerer of Chuya has indeed collected the registered genius treasures." The desolate god's eyes were only Gui Bugui. Wu Mian and Bai Wuqiu were far inferior to those people, demons. Guli looked at Guangren strangely and continued: "This is what he heard from Han Zhong, a disciple of Chuya's great sorcerer. After Han Zhong ascended to become an immortal, he said to the Lord of God in person. Chuya borrowed Shang.

The emperor's mouth, the world collected genius treasures. It took a total of 51 years. After three Shang emperors, they finally found genius treasures that were only found a year before their death. After death, they were buried with these treasures. Because they were worried that monks would come to steal them, the descendants of Chuya's descendants claimed that they had not found any genius treasures. Unfortunately, they did not take Han Zhong back then, otherwise they would have found out the location of Chuya's tomb."

After saying these few words, the God of Death continued to say with a smile to Gui Bugui: "The Lord of God is also looking for the tomb of Chuya. But after so many years, can it be found there?"

After laughing, the old guy said, "Wouldn't it be better to say that earlier? But I said this, it's not what you said on your own initiative. Unfortunately, I almost let the gods go. Silly boy, break the gods' legs, just break them with both hands."

"Okay! I'm waiting for you, old man." Bai Wuqiu smiled and continued to say to the god of the sacred god: "My son misses his father, right? I originally wanted to send you away in person. Unfortunately, you can't speak. Then you can't blame dad for my black hands, and blame your grandpa."

While speaking, Bai Wuqiu had already rushed to the front of the Shen Shen and punched and kicked his limbs. Shen Shen had a chance to escape, but he used his cleverness to tie himself up. Now he couldn't even take a step, so he was beaten and screamed in pain.

Looking at the beheaded god who was beaten into a ball, Gui Bugui said with a smile: "This is no wonder, old man, you are a behead god. It is too simple to break free. You don't need to do it yourself, the rope will break by yourself."

At this time, the plague god monster who was restrained by Wu Mian laughed and said, "This is the end of your betrayal of the Lord God, you knew you were like me." Before he could finish his words, the white-haired man tried hard in his hand, and the front half of the plague god's face turned into blood mist and dissipated into the air.
Chapter completed!