Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

There are huge waves on the East China Sea.

A young man in a Taoist robe and holding a long sword stood between the waves, like a small boat, but as steady as Mount Tai.

This person was Zhou Xiaoping, and he was facing one of the twelve gods of Olympus - Poseidon!

"Ants! How dare you stop me!" Poseidon roared, and the trident in his hand stirred up huge waves, like a roaring dragon, sweeping towards Zhou Xiaoping.

Zhou Xiaoping raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a hint of disdainful sneer.

"You little wave, you're not even enough to tickle me."

He swung the sword in his hand, and a sharp sword energy broke through the air, instantly splitting the huge wave in half and dissipating into nothingness.

"I have something, but I'm just a mortal after all!"

Poseidon waved the trident again, and this time, he mobilized even more powerful divine power. The waves turned into a huge sea monster, which opened its bloody mouth and swallowed Zhou Xiaoping.

At this critical moment, a deafening announcement came from the sky: "Today, I, Yang Jian, hereby declare! The gods of Daxia have returned!"

The sound was like a thunder, resounding through the heavens and earth, shocking the universe.

Even Poseidon was stunned, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

"The gods of Daxia... have returned?" he muttered to himself, a hint of fear in his eyes.

He knew that the power of the gods of Daxia was far beyond his ability to contend with.

Poseidon looked at Zhou Xiaoping deeply, his eyes full of unwillingness and resentment.

"You're lucky! Next time we meet, I will kill you!" Before he finished speaking, he turned into a stream of light, disappeared into the depths of the sea.

At the same time, on the snowy plains of the northern border, Ye Xiaofan, dressed in military uniform and holding a spear, faced Hades, the god of death, who was wearing a black robe and holding a scythe.

"The gods of Daxia have returned, why don't you retreat quickly!" Ye Xiaofan shouted coldly, his tone full of majesty and domineering.

Hades' face was gloomy, and there was a glimmer of fear in his eyes.

"Hmph, so what even if the gods of Daxia return? Why would I, Hades, be afraid of them!" Although he spoke tough, he did not dare to take action.

Ye Xiaofan sneered, "Do you think I don't know? You Outer Gods have long known that the Great Xia Gods have never truly disappeared, they are just sleeping. Now that they have awakened, your doom has also come!"

Hades's face turned even uglier when he heard this. He knew that what Ye Xiaofan said was true.

He looked at Ye Xiaofan deeply, snorted coldly, turned around and turned into a black mist, disappearing into the vast snowfield.

"Report to the Commander-in-Chief, Cangnan City..." A signalman's voice suddenly sounded, but was stopped by Ye Xiaofan with a look.

She looked towards the direction of Cangnan City with an unpredictable expression...

Cangnan City, once a prosperous city, now looks like it has experienced a doomsday catastrophe, with broken walls and ruins everywhere.

The air was filled with smoke and a sickening smell of blood.

In the midst of these ruins, a tall and majestic figure stood proudly.

He was wearing silver armor, holding a three-pointed, double-edged sword, and a vertical eye between his eyebrows was shining brightly.

It was none other than Erlang Shen Zhenjun - Yang Jian!

He was holding a huge head in his hand. The head was hideous and horrible, emitting a terrifying evil aura.

This is none other than the Outer God—Inshentuo!

"Finally... it's over..." Yang Jian let out a long sigh, his tone containing a hint of fatigue, but also a hint of relief.

In order to kill Yinshentuo, he exhausted all his reincarnation power and was about to lose his divinity and return to his mortal body.

Beside him, Howling Sky Dog whimpered and rubbed Yang Jian's legs with its wet nose, as if to comfort him.

Yang Jian looked down at Xiaotian Dog and gave him a gentle smile.

"Roaring Sky Dog, I have no regrets in being able to fight alongside you in this life..."

At this moment, a golden light fell from the sky and landed in front of Yang Jian.

The golden light dissipated, revealing a figure with an immortal look.

This person is Dao Ren Bufan - Tianzun!

"Erlang, you did a great job." Tianzun's voice was kind and majestic.

Yang Jian was slightly stunned, then smiled bitterly and said: "My disciple is incompetent and has exhausted the power of reincarnation. I'm afraid..."

Tianzun waved his hand and interrupted Yang Jian.

"Needless to say, Laojun has long anticipated this day. He has already prepared the Eight Trigrams Furnace, waiting only for your return to Heaven so that he can reshape your godhood."

As he spoke, Tianzun transferred a stream of pure true energy into Yang Jian's body.

Yang Jian suddenly felt a warm current flowing through his body, and his originally weak body was instantly filled with strength.

"Thank you, Lord!" Yang Jian said gratefully.

Tianzun smiled slightly and said, "Please wait here for a while. I will be back soon."

After saying that, he turned around and turned into a golden light and disappeared into the sky.

Yang Jian looked at the direction where Tianzun left, his heart full of hope.

He knew that he would soon be able to return to heaven and continue to protect the peace of Daxia.

Suddenly, the voice of Tianzun sounded again, but it did not come from the sky.

Instead, it seemed to echo directly in Yang Jian's mind: "By the way, Erlang, besides you, the others have almost recovered..."

Before Yang Jian had time to think about the meaning of "others" in Tianzun's words, he saw a stream of light falling from the sky and landing beside him.

The light faded away, and a majestic figure wearing fiery red armor and holding a Fang Tian Hua Ji appeared before his eyes.

It was none other than Nezha, the great god of the Three Altars and Sea Assembly!

"Brother Yang Jian, long time no see!"

Nezha grinned, revealing two small, pointed fangs. "I heard you dealt with that Yin Shentuo? Amazing!"

Yang Jian smiled helplessly: "It was just a fluke, I almost died there."

Nezha patted Yang Jian on the shoulder and said comfortingly, "It's okay. If we two brothers work together, what can't we handle?"

He paused, then leaned close to Yang Jian's ear mysteriously.

He whispered, "I'll tell you a secret. I just saw Taibai Jinxing sneak down to earth with two bottles of fine wine in his hands. I guess he's celebrating our success!"

Before Yang Jian could respond, he heard a clear phoenix cry from the sky.

Looking up, I saw a huge fire phoenix streaking across the sky and hovering over Cangnan City.

Above the fire phoenix, there is a heroic woman holding a longbow with a sharp gaze.

It was none other than the ancient mythical beast - Bifang!

"It seems that there are quite a few gods returning this time." Yang Jian couldn't help but sigh.

At the same time, on Changbai Mountain, a middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance.

He was dressed simply, but exuded an awe-inspiring aura.

He slowly raised his right hand, and a golden longbow condensed in his palm.

"Although the gods have returned, some accounts still need to be settled..." The middle-aged man muttered to himself, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

He put on a golden feather arrow, pulled the bowstring, and aimed in a direction.

"Whoosh-"

The golden feather arrow broke through the air, turned into a golden light, and disappeared into the sky.

In the deep sea, Poseidon was fleeing in panic.

Suddenly, he felt a chill on his back, as if he was being locked by something terrifying.

He turned his head sharply, but saw nothing.

"What's going on?" Poseidon was puzzled, and an uneasy premonition came to his mind.

The next moment, he saw a golden light...