Wu Gengji, I will become Zi Yu's apprentice at the beginning! ! !

In the Boshan stove beside the desk, agarwood produced in the far west was burning. Amid the curling smoke, a white figure could be vaguely seen behind the screen - Chang'e was holding an amber wine jug, and the silver moonlight embroidered on her wide sleeves swayed with her steps, blending into the moonlight outside the hall.

"Are you a friend from the Hades?" Chang'e's face was as gentle as spring water. She tapped the wine cup with her fingertips, and the amber wine automatically filled the three jade cups. "Dayi Chang mentioned the courage of the king's soul in Guixu. His knowledge and strength are both top-notch." She pushed the wine cup in front of the death eyes, and the golden bell on her wrist rang softly. "Drink some wine to warm yourself up first. The wind in Guanghan Palace is cooler than the human world after all."

With a deadly look in his eyes, he took the wine glass with both hands. As soon as he touched the rim of the glass, he smelled a wisp of sweetness, like the fragrance of osmanthus mixed with the coldness of the stars. The wine was not spicy at all when he took a sip. He only felt a warmth spreading from his throat to his limbs, and the fatigue from running around just now was mostly gone.

Dayi leaned against the pillar of the palace and smiled, "This wine is made from osmanthus flowers picked at the beginning of the moon tide, and brewed with the clear water from Guixu Lake. A mortal who drinks one cup can extend his life by ten years." He suddenly stopped smiling and tapped the jade table with his fingertips, "Tell me, what does the King Soul need me to do?"

Death Eyes put down the wine glass and said solemnly: "The power of Ares, the god of war in the West, is unparalleled. Although Tiankui and Zhui Ri are strong, they can't fight for a long time. Wang Hun would like to ask the senior..."

Before he finished speaking, Dayi raised his hand to stop, and turned his gaze to the flying white flowers outside the window: "I shot down nine suns in the past, what a divine power. Now the human world is in trouble, I have to save it, but now I have a peaceful life..." He turned around and took down a golden longbow from the wall. The golden longbow was still shining, "Even the stars fall easily."

Chang'e shook her head gently, and stroked the bowstring with her bare hands: "You have to understand, if Wang Hun and others hadn't defeated the Divine Eye, we would still be thousands of miles apart now.

Dayi suddenly straightened up, with a long-lost sharpness flashing in his eyes. He pulled out an eagle-feather arrow, and put the tip of the arrow against his palm. The moment the blood oozed out, it actually formed a golden sun pattern on the arrowhead.

Death Eyes was shocked to realize that those seemingly old arrows were actually engraved with ancient runes that had long been lost - those were the god-killing arrows that could only be activated by the bodies of the old gods.

Dayi turned to look at Chang'e, his eyes softened, "After this battle, maybe I should take Chang'e to the human world. I heard that the rice flowers today are more fragrant than ten thousand years ago."

Chang'e chuckled and brushed her fingertips across the silk book on the table: "It's time to go check out the lights on earth." She looked into the eyes of death, and suddenly a jade butterfly flew out of her sleeve, "This is the Moon Butterfly, it can deliver messages. If the war is urgent, just crush the butterfly's wings."

With a deadly look in his eyes, he took the jade butterfly and stood up to say goodbye. When he stepped out of Guanghan Palace, he suddenly looked back and saw Dayi and Chang'e standing side by side. The moonlight passed through the palace door, weaving a picture of heaven and man beside them.

The Kaitian Bow has been hung back on the wall, and the bowstring is trembling slightly, as if waiting for the astonishing arrow that will soon cut through the boundary between the Eastern and Western pantheons.

There are five fairy mountains floating in the eastern sea: Daiyu, Yuanjiao, Fanghu, Yingzhou, and Penglai. Exotic flowers bloom in the mountains, red flowers burn all over the cliffs, and white-feathered fairy birds flutter their wings across the sea of ​​clouds, their chirping sounds as clear as the sound of jade chimes. The old Nvba lives in one of the cloud pavilions with her two daughters. Since the crisis of the God's Eye ended and she returned from the Ancient Dark Mountain to repair the God of War, five years have passed leisurely here.

In the Cloud Pavilion, Nüba was wearing a tight red battle skirt. The flame emblem outlined by gold thread flickered with her breathing, as if she was a goddess cast from solidified lava.

The eldest daughter, Bu Wen Bu Wen, was dressed in a dark suit, with black hair hanging down her shoulders like crow feathers, her brows like the edge of a sword tempered by frost, but her eyes were as gentle as a deep spring; the second daughter, the Angel King, was dressed in a gilded long skirt with intricate emblems of light flowing on the hem, her eyes were like the scorching sun looking down on ants, and her coldness revealed a divine aloofness.

"My brother-in-law is truly amazing. He was able to repel the combined forces of the Western gods." The Angel Saint King's fingertips brushed across the gilded cup on the stone table, and the nectar in the cup emitted fine golden light.

The tips of her ears were slightly hot, and her fingertips unconsciously stroked the hilt of the God of War's blade at her waist: "He has always been like this." Nvba chuckled, her red skirt sweeping across the jade floor tiles: "His vision is naturally not wrong." Hearing this, the black-haired woman's ears slightly reddened, but her expression remained cold, and she turned her head away to look at the surging clouds.

Suddenly, without saying anything, she clasped the stone railing with her fingertips, a faint blue light flashed in her eyes: "Mother, do you have any plans for the return of the Western Gods?" Nüba raised her hand to fiddle with the red gold hairpins on her temples, and the killing intent condensed as the beads rang softly: "Of course I won't sit idly by. When Gonggong caused the disaster, I used my body as a shield to suppress the cracks in the pillar of heaven; now this group of barbarian gods want to get involved in the East..." Her fingertips drew a burning fire pattern in the air, "It's a good time for me to try out the newly forged sword of karma fire, and have a drink with my old friend Xingtian."

"The holy light of the bright and pure spiritual world, it's time to let the 'gods' of the West taste the pain of purification." When the Angel Saint King stood up, his golden skirt swept across the fallen petals on the ground, and there was a bit of violence in the holy light. "How dare you call yourself a god in the East and regard the angels of my world as decorations?"

"Don't underestimate the enemy." Wu Wen Wu Wen pressed down on his sister's shoulder, and felt the burning sensation of holy power in his palm. "The King's Soul has integrated so many abilities, but it took him half a day to defeat the enemy. The authority of those so-called 'Lord Gods'..." She looked at the thunderclouds rolling in the sky, and the Prison Shadow trembled in its sheath. "I'm afraid it will be more difficult to deal with than the plan of the God's Eye back then."

Nüba suddenly chuckled, and the flames condensed on her fingertips turned into red butterflies flapping their wings and ready to fly: "What are you afraid of? Back then I was able to burn through the gods of the ancient Protoss, and now I dare to kill the gods of the West.

In the far north of the West, in the snow-covered Nordic God Realm, Odin sat on the Supreme Throne. The roots of the World Tree were carved on the armrests of the gilded throne. Under the throne burned an eternal blue candle, illuminating the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He stroked his long silver beard on his chest, and his voice was as cold as frost and snow: "Is everything arranged?"

In the shadows, Loki, the god of trickery, walked out swinging a snake-shaped scepter in his hand, with a cunning light flowing in his emerald eyes. He flicked his fingertips, and a magic light screen emerged in the air. The picture was Eve imprisoned in the golden apple garden - her angel wings were bound by chains, and the brilliance of divine power had been sealed layer by layer.

He didn't even leave her a single fruit of wisdom," Loki raised his lips, and the venomous snake on the top of the scepter spit out its tongue, "Now she is just a canary that can speak human language."

Odin's one eye gleamed with approval, and his old knuckles tapped on the armrests of the throne: "Very good."

"Lord God King, what are your instructions next?" Thor, the god of thunder, walked forward holding Mjolnir, the lightning patterns on his armor flickering with his breathing; Tyr, the god of war, followed closely behind, the holy marks on his arms glowing with sacred golden light. The voices of the two were like heavy hammers hitting an anvil, causing echoes in the empty temple.