Online Games: The Strongest Race Was Selected At The Start

Chapter 417 Six-Pattern Ghost Mask

All ethnic groups are ready to move.

Especially Yaozu.

Inside the Yaozu, there seems to be a force that is secretly promoting some things.

Under the instigation of some gods of the Yaozu, there was an illusion that the human race was weak.

But humans are really weak.

If we look at the history of the human race in the past, except for the time period before the rise, the leader of the human race cannot withdraw and come back at this moment, and another internal affairs god has defected from the human race.

It is indeed a relatively weak period in the past history.

The gods and gods of the monster clan set off quietly, as if they were taking action.

In the supreme civilization of the human race, Zhao Huan sat in his palace, holding a piece of information in his hand.

As the boss behind the Wanqing Bureau, what Zhao Huan is in charge of is actually the intelligence system of the human race.

In terms of intelligence, I am afraid that no one in the human race can be better informed than Zhao Huan.

Even among the major races, there are Zhao Huan's intelligence personnel lurking, providing Zhao Huan with a steady stream of intelligence information.

It can be said that as long as Zhao Huan wants to obtain information, there is nothing that cannot be obtained.

However, at this moment Zhao Huan looked at the information in his hand and couldn't help frowning.

"What's the situation? There was no sign of Lan Qianji along the way?"

"And until now, they haven't found the direction for Lan Qianji's troops to withdraw. It seems that Lan Qianji and his forces have all evaporated?"

"Evaporation? Do you fucking believe in such nonsense? Look for it! Look for it again! If you can't find Lan Qianji, you don't have to come back."

Zhao Huan was furious and scolded the demigods beside him bloody, even the gods standing beside him felt a little chilled at the moment.

It is not a trivial matter for the internal affairs god of the human race to defect.

As soon as Zhao Huan returned to the human race, he immediately asked the Wanqing Bureau to block the information, and secretly pursued and killed Lan Qianji.

However, after searching the entire universe, Lan Qianji's hiding place was not found.

Zhao Huan still doesn't know at the moment that Lan Qianji is in a place that he never expected.

But at this moment, the best opportunity to hunt down and kill Lan Qianji was missed, and the news of Lan Qianji's defection from the human race was not hidden for long, and was finally discovered by the cosmic society.

Zhao Huan was annoyed, not because the news leaked.

As long as the big clans are not blind, such a major event as the defection of a god of internal affairs can basically be heard.

What annoys him is that the gods who have recently detected the major races seem to be a little ready to move.

He had heard that one of his gods had been tempted and assassinated by a foreign god.

At this moment, the supreme leader was trapped in the supreme battlefield for the sake of the treasure of the universe and could not escape for the time being. Xiao Baibai also went to help.

On the surface of the human race, at this moment, he is a god-level master sitting in the human race, which is a time of emptiness.

Of course... it's just that he is the only one on the surface. As for the reality... the human race dares to be so domineering, and there is still a corresponding trump card.

However, Zhao Huan still felt uncomfortable. It had been a long time since the human race had been in such a passive situation.

He casually asked, "Where has that brat Chen Qing been these two days?"

When a deity next to him heard this, he wondered why the Lord God of Internal Affairs cared so much about a demigod, but he still dutifully transferred the information about Chen Qing.

"God King, Chen Qing seems to have gone to the Temple of Mowu. Someone saw Chen Qing enter the Magic Swordsman Research Department."

When Zhao Huan heard that Chen Qing had entered the Demon Swordsman Research Department, he couldn't help being a little surprised, and then he became interested: "Oh? He went to find Wang Xing? But speaking of it, these two little bastards are geniuses against the sky. They are also the battle soul demon swordsmen, so there should be some connection. But...the master of the Mowu Temple..."

Having said this, Zhao Huan's eyes flashed a strong murderous look.

"I'm afraid it's Lan Qianji's person. Lan Qianji probably doesn't know. My eyeliner can reach there. He had secretly contacted the masters of many temples before. I thought it was something, but I didn't expect it to be a rebellion." .”

Speaking of this, Zhao Huan suddenly handed a token to the god next to him, and said, "You go to the Mowu Temple, Wang Xing is a very leisurely minister, and he doesn't bother to be promoted to a god? Humph! You go Tell Wang Xing that within a month, you will be promoted to a god and come to see me with the head of the traitor, the master of the Mowu Temple!"

The gods on the side were shocked when they heard it, and then took Zhao Huan's token, and left the supreme civilization without looking back.

Wang Xing was the director of the Demon Swordsman Research Department. Although this god knew that Wang Xing was actually Zhao Huan's, he never expected that Wang Xing, as a Demon Swordsman, could be promoted to a god.

And what Zhao Huan said was that Wang Xing deliberately suppressed his realm and didn't want to improve.

It is not that simple for a magic swordsman to be promoted to a god. This god knows a little bit about the inside story.

Now that he knew that Wang Xing could be promoted to a god at any time, he couldn't help but pay attention to this seemingly foolish head of the magic swordsman research department.

This time, Zhao Huan was probably really angry.

Lan Qianji thought he had figured out all the tricks, but he still ignored one point.

Zhao Huan is in charge of the overall intelligence system of the human race, and it is difficult to escape Zhao Huan's eyes for anything that happens anywhere in the human race.

Now that Lan Qianji has defected, Zhao Huan can pinpoint Lan Qianji's followers almost instantly.

These gangsters thought they were hiding well, but they didn't know that they were already on Zhao Huan's must-kill list.

It's just... the god under Zhao Huan flew towards the Mowu Temple, and at the same time showed a worried look on his face.

Among these henchmen, there are many gods of the human race. If they have to be cleaned up, the human race will be hurt!

"Really clean up?"

What the god didn't know was that not long after he left, a cold voice suddenly sounded in the hall where Zhao Huan was.

Just by hearing this voice, one knows that the person who said this sentence must be a person who is indifferent by nature.

After Zhao Huan heard this voice, he was not surprised at all, as if he knew that there was such a person in his hall.

He looked at the censer in front of him lightly, and then said, "So what if we don't clean it up, keep it until they show their rebellion and bite us back?"

This indifferent voice did not sound again, it seems that the matter of cleaning up the traitors of the human gods did not cause him too much emotional fluctuations.

Zhao Huan sighed, then changed the subject and asked, "You really failed to kill Lan Qianji?"

After hearing Zhao Huan's words, there was an imperceptible fluctuation in the air for the first time, it seemed that the people in the dark were very concerned about this matter.

Immediately, the figure of a thin man stepped out of the shadows.

He wore a ghost mask on his face, and the eyes exposed on the mask were full of coldness. He finally shook his head and said, "It was cut with a knife, but he survived. He is much stronger than imagined."

After hearing what this thin man said, Zhao Huan couldn't help being surprised.

Lan Qianji, an injured person, was able to survive this person's fatal blow.

Only Zhao Huan understood how terrifying the knife in this seemingly thin and ordinary man was!

Thinking of this, Zhao Huan involuntarily cast his eyes on the ghostly face on this thin man's face.

On the ghost mask, there are clearly visible six lines printed on it.

Six-pattern ghost face!

In the dark pavilion, the ghost face with four patterns is a demigod.

The ghost face with five patterns is a god.

The Six-pattern Ghost Face is the founder of the dark pavilion.

A god hidden by the human race, the king of gods!