The underground river water is cold and biting, but it is no different from the ordinary river water outside in terms of somatosensory.

The hero jumped down first and felt it while stepping on the water for a moment. Tian Wanxi and the other two nodded on the other side.

The three of them jumped down one after another.

Wu Que'er swam to the hero immediately and hugged his neck. Of course, the little girl knew the weight and did not press all her weight on him, and her feet were still scratching.

Tian Wanxi is not as thick-skinned as Wu Quer, but she is also very close to her.

From the shore, the three of them looked like a conjoined person, making Shangguan Shuanghua, one meter away, feel uncomfortable in all kinds of things.

"Ah, I really hope this is a swimming pool!"

There are all mature, youthful, and loli around you, and they are all beautiful women of level. If you change into swimsuits, even if you are conservative, the hero will feel that life is enough.

"What is the swimming pool?" Wu Que'er asked.

“It’s a swimming pool.”

"Why do you need to swim specifically? Isn't it good to take a shower directly?"

"Sister Shangguan will definitely not agree to take off her naked bath."

"Bah!" Shangguan Shuanghua spat at him with laughter and tears.

"Brother, you think it's so beautiful. If it weren't for having to go down the river, Sister Shangguan wouldn't agree even if she was wearing clothes."

Wu Que'er laughed and bit the hero's ear and whispered: "But, Que'er is willing. As long as your brother likes it, you can take it off for you now."

"Don't, little ancestor, brother, I want to live a few more years!"

The hero was so scared that he was sweating. He asked a loli who was less than fifteen years old to take off his clothes. He probably would be struck by lightning even if he hid in the Yin-Yang Glasses.

"Okay, everyone is not nervous anymore! Be prepared, I will count one, two, three, and let's dive together.

Wan'er, Sister Shangguan, held my hand and couldn't see things underwater to prevent them from getting separated."

Tian Wanxi naturally did not hesitate, and Shangguan Shuanghua hesitated for a moment and stretched out her hand.

"Yeah, it's so soft!"

The two words were exchanged for Tian Wanxi's pinching and Wu Que'er's neck strangling. The hero laughed, took a deep breath, and took them dived underwater.

The thick bottom of the water is as thick as ink, and no matter how good your vision is, it is useless. Tian Wanxi and the three girls can only rely on their own inspiration and true energy to explore the surroundings. Fortunately, Wu Que'er, who has the lowest cultivation level, also has the strength of a third-grade level, so it is not difficult to hold back the breath for a certain period of time.

The hero is the most relaxed because in his eyes as a demigod, the entire underwater is decomposed into a state of spiritual energy, and it is basically no different from the outside when observed.

The water ecology is very healthy, with all kinds of fish swimming around, and they are not afraid of people, and they will touch their bodies from time to time.

Although the inspiration did not warn, darkness would amplify fear, so before I knew it, Tian Wanxi was already close to the hero, and Shangguan Shuanghua also got closer.

After observing for a while, there was no discovery. The hero sent a message to the three girls, saying that they would continue to dive to the extreme, and asked them if they needed to change their breath.

All three women said they didn't use it, so he poured his divine power into his legs and quickly sank down.

It seemed like a world with nothing but colorful colors around it. The hero was dazzled. After a while, the soles of his feet suddenly felt afresh and he stopped diving. The color in front of him disappeared, and replaced it with a mountain top.

The hero instantly mentioned the highest level of alertness and looked around with caution.

Because Tian Wanxi, Wu Que'er and Shangguan Shuanghua disappeared.

The place where he stood was not very high, and it was only a small hill that was about 100 meters long.

The mountain is lush and there is a village at the valley below the mountain.

The sunset is setting and smoke is rising everywhere in the cooking stove. You can clearly see a woman shouting that the playful children are coming home, and the chickens and dogs are heard, making a peaceful life.

However, like in the cave, there is no fluctuation of spiritual energy here.

What is the situation? Hallucination? Or another space created by Yin-Yang-Sun-Slides?

The hero frowned and was hesitating whether to go down and take a look, suddenly a sound of horns came, followed by a war drum, one more and more rapid, making people feel heart-pounding.

Not long after, the sound of hooves on the left side of the valley roared into the sky.

He looked up and his pupils immediately shrank into needle holes.

I saw countless different beasts, big and small, running wildly from the mouth of the valley. Their fierce eyes were red, their bloody mouths were open, and their fangs were facing the sky, and their saliva was flowing with excitement.

It seemed that in just a blink of an eye, they rushed into the peaceful and peaceful village.

The house collapsed, the flames rose, and screams echoed throughout the valley in an instant.

The elderly are dismembered and the children are swallowed raw; the men are turned into meat paste, and the women are robbed, bitten or humiliated.

It is like a locust passing through the border, or a carnival of evil ghosts in hell. The red flesh and blood are everywhere in the valley, leaving no chickens and dogs.

Even though he knew this was not true, the hero still couldn't help but tremble all over, anger filled his chest, and his anger was about to burn out his reason, making every drop of blood boil.

"This is true."

A low voice suddenly sounded behind him. He turned around suddenly and saw a general wearing full armor and murderous aura standing in front of him.

The general's armor was full of traces of swords and axes, and dry and dark red blood was everywhere. You can tell at a glance how fierce the battle had been experienced.

His face was hidden under the hideous facial armor, with only a pair of cold eyes, and his pupils were blushing red.

It's exactly the same as the man the hero saw when he first came into contact with the bronze gate.

"Every hundred years, the tragedy at the foot of the mountain will happen countless times, dozens or millions of innocent people are killed and shared. If you can't even accept it once, it's better to give up as soon as possible!"

The hero forced himself to calm down, "What are you giving up?"

"everything!"

The general said, "Your past, future, struggle and all your self-deception!"

"Why? Just because I can't be numb to the tragedy and turn a blind eye to the sufferings of the people?"

"No. Because you can't save them."

The hero was shocked and squeezed out a sneer: "Do you know me very well?"

The general shook his head, walked forward to him, and looked at the foot of the mountain: "I don't need to know you. Because no one in this world can stop the war at the foot of the mountain..."

After a pause, he said slowly, word by word: "Except me!"

The hero raised his eyebrows: "Who are you?"

The general was silent for a moment, raised his hand and took off his armor, and turned his face.

"I am you!"

The hero took several steps back in horror, looking at his face in disbelief.

It was a angular face, handsome, firm, cold, daunting, but full of a strong sense of security, as if as long as you look at it, there was nothing worth fearing in this world.

However, this face looks exactly the same as him... No, different, this face is more mature, more vicissitudes, more painful and lonely.

Just like... twenty years later, he has lost everything!
Chapter completed!