The terrible conspiracy and the cold truth made everyone feel cold.

But they did not lose the ability to think because of this, and there are still many doubts about this matter.

"The creatures in hell can't come out at all, so how do they spread rumors outside? All this is just your speculation," said the White-clothed Ying.

Roger said: "It is indeed mostly speculation, but when all coincidences become reasonable, speculation is very close to the truth. Not all creatures in hell are trapped in hell. At least, the burial sect grew stronger on the mainland ten years ago, and all of them are from hell."

"And, as far as I know, at least two people can enter and exit Hell. With their abilities, they may not be able to open the temple, but spreading rumors is more than enough."

He thought of Ji Wei and Ji Lan.

How consistent are the two of them, whether they are identity or motives. Jiunao's identity allows the Hell Army to attack the mainland.

Ji Wei is able to control the baby monster and the pig man, and her position is already very clear.

Spindu said: "Maybe the rumors can deceive us, but is it possible to deceive Luo Jue and Mr. Dante?"

Like Roger, he thought about the possibility of a conspiracy, but he always found it difficult to believe it.

Roger smiled and said, "This may be the difference between you and Luo Jue and Dante. May I ask, is Dante and Luo absolutely treat the temple really the same attitude as you?"

Several people couldn't help but frown.

It seems the same, but it seems to be different. After all, they cannot understand Luo Jue at all.

"Luo Jue did not show his desire for the martial arts and magic of the gods from beginning to end. But he believed that he could find many possibilities of life in hell. The facts proved that he was not wrong."

He must have known the existence of hell for a long time, otherwise how could he plan to send the only god Angel to the Killing Valley? How could he create a clown similar to the white fat man and the baby monster?

Now that I think back, I know how profound Luo Jue is.

"Since Mr. Dante took the risk with the principal and Mia ten years ago, he no longer had to be obsessed with the temple. On the contrary, he opened the temple. When the baby monster was born, he risked his life to enter hell while you fled from the abyss of darkness. This seems to have already shown the problem of the passengers."

The white-clothed warbler snorted coldly: "Since they know that the matter is so serious, why don't they tell us?"

Roger gave them a little meaningful look.

"Did they really tell you that as far as I know, there is a chapter of Hell in Mr. Dante's collection of poems, which is short, but contains key information."

Spindu and others were shocked.

Roger said: "He said. You didn't take it seriously, after all. Compared with the martial arts of the gods, magic, and eternal art of life that people are rushing to, who would be willing to believe in the so-called hell?"

Silent, silent.

Roger hit the nail on the head, Dante did tell them hell, which was a long time ago, but no one believed it. Over time, he stopped talking about it, and even lived a life of simplicity, while rumors about the temple became increasingly popular.

As Roger said, all coincidences become reasonable, all clues become coherent, and the truth becomes clear.

"Ha, is we facing such a terrible opponent Roger? You clearly want us to die."

What a terrible scheming that can play with so many super strong people in applause

Roger sneered: "You know why he is terrible and why he doesn't raise his spirits to fight him. Even if you successfully get rid of the rock demon before we enter, and when one day the seven-story hells appear on the continent, can you escape if he wants to kill you?"

Spindu's fist clenched and his lips trembled slightly.

Now I am really in a dilemma, and I can’t see any hope.

Roger glanced at the White Warbler and the Red Warbler and smiled: "However, there is another good news to tell you. According to the astrologer Shaman, there may be someone in hell worthy of your expectations."

"The Blood Puppet Master, the originator of the Puppet Master, an old monster who has lived for more than 500 years."

As soon as these words were said, it was shocking again, Ying and Yuan's face became pale again, and they calmed down a little.

Everyone knows the terribleness of the puppet master. None of the known puppet masters is simple. What a terrifying person the originator of the puppet master who has lived for five hundred years.

But the white-clothed Ying and Yuan quickly calmed down their surprise. Ying sneered: "The originator of the puppet master who has lived for five hundred years, haha, I really want to see it."

Yuan pinched his hair and said with a smile: "I also want to see it. If he is stronger than Luo Jue, I will be very happy."

Luo Jue has become a benchmark in the hearts of the puppet master.

Roger smiled quietly, and it would be great that they could arouse their fighting spirit.

He slowly walked towards the black gate, and the source power in his body quietly gathered.

But then he frowned and stopped, lowered his head and looked at his body in confusion. The soul of the god of death seemed to have awakened.

"You're awake",

"I've woken up",

Silently, the shadow of the God of Death appeared outside Roger's body. From a distance, the phantom of the God of Death was just shrouded outside Roger's body.

Sith and others couldn't help but look at each other in shock.

Is this the true body of the God of Death Although he can restrain all his breath, there is a great pressure to see only this phantom.

A faint aura of death spread, and the phantom of the god of death stretched out his palm. The statue of the god of death in front suddenly rose with black auras, gathering on the stone statue to form a second phantom of the god of death.

Roger couldn't help but say, "That's your soul."

The phantom on the stone statue quickly merged into the phantom of the God of Death outside Roger's body. Roger could clearly feel the power of the God of Death being strengthened, and the divine power was quickly replenishing.

The phantom of the god of death also became full and solemn.

"Twelve Divine Souls, Eternal Ghost Creature",

"Now, the door to hell has been opened, and the soul should be taken back." The voice of the god of death seemed a little ethereal in Roger's ears.

Roger said: "Will you still fall into a deep sleep?"

The phantom of the god of death seemed to nod.

"Soon, I will sleep forever, my soul merges with you, and you will become the true god of death. By that time, my memories, power and the seal of god of death will all belong to you."

The fused phantom merged into Roger's body again, and Roger's brow frowned inadvertently.

Since the God of Death entered his body, his power has increased a lot, but he didn't seem to think so after hearing what he said just now.

Death seems to have stronger power waiting for his absorption.

Also, his memory may be able to truly understand the complex history between gods, demons, and hell.

"We'll enter",

Without finishing his words, he quickly took two steps back and looked down at the bottom of the black door.

There is no object, but two black shadows have spread out from the door. To be continued
Chapter completed!