Slaying God: The Agent of the Ancestral Witch, Starting with the Nine-Turn Mysterious Art

"Cough cough cough..."

On the broken earth, the Indian monkey god Hanuman was smashed heavily into a deep pit by a stick dropped from the sky by Sun Wukong.

Hanuman looked helplessly at the sky with his empty eyes, looking as if he had lost all hope in life.

A pot-bellied Hindu god with an elephant head and a human body slowly walked over and offered a helping hand to Hanuman who was in the deep pit.

Ganesha, the Indian elephant-headed god, smiled and said, "Monkey, you just lost to Sun Wukong, so why are you so sad?"

"Agni and the other seven couldn't defeat any of them, but at least you managed to fight Sun Wukong a few times. That's really good."

Hanuman said calmly, "Brother Elephant, you don't need to persuade me. Just let me lie down quietly for a while."

"There's an old saying in Daxia: Where you fell, lie there for a while..."

Ganesha looked at Hanuman, who had lost all his fighting spirit, and asked with a look of disappointment, "Are you going to continue to degenerate like this, living in the shadow of Sun Wukong?"

"I just saw that Luo Hou has used the empty gate to teleport Sun Wukong to another place. Now is a good opportunity for us to invade Daxia and avenge you!"

"Haha, the Great Summer Palace is filled with experts. Even the Great God Brahma and his men were stopped. It's simply a pipe dream for the two of us to break in..."

Hanuman stared blankly at the sky, obviously having been traumatized by the beating from Sun Wukong and unable to recover.

"Who said it was just the two of you?"

Swish!

A golden light flashed, and a man with a bird's head and a human body, wearing golden feather clothes, landed beside them.

The god codenamed 053, is an Indian god and one of the Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, Garuda.

Garuda squatted down and threw a golden feather towards Hanuman in the deep pit.

"It's just a monkey, is it really that scary? Come with me, I'll take you back to the top."

"call!"

Hanuman blew gently and blew away the golden feather that was about to fall.

"My heart is broken. Brothers, there's no need to persuade me anymore."

As he said this, Hanuman turned over and lay down in the deep pit, changing to a comfortable position and preparing to sleep.

Garuda rolled his eyes and asked with a smile: "Hakiman, we are both Haki monkeys, do you know why Sun Wukong is stronger than you?"

Hanuman said slowly, "Because he sprang out of a stone, and I am only the son of the wind god."

Garuda smiled slightly, "No, no, no, the reason why Sun Wukong became so powerful is because he stole the peaches and golden elixir from the Great Summer Palace."

"The Heavenly Palace is heavily guarded, but Kunlun Ruins is not far from here. I just came back from the west, and the Queen Mother of the West was fighting with those fallen angels."

"There are only a few fairies left in Kunlun Ruins who are not even as powerful as the Lesser Gods. Let's take advantage of this opportunity and steal the peaches from the Yaochi. Then you can become as powerful as Sun Wukong!"

"By then, you will be the most powerful monkey god in all the kingdoms of gods!"

When Hanuman heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up. He immediately sat up straight in the deep pit and asked curiously, "Where is Kunlun Ruins?"

Garuda and Ganesha looked at each other and smiled. As expected, nothing could make the monkey's heart more excited than peaches.

"Just follow me."

The three Indian gods flew stealthily towards Kunlun Ruins.

In the clouds, three figures ran into each other head-on.

The six people looked at each other and fell into an inexplicable awkwardness.

The three figures were none other than the three brothers of Lion Camel Ridge who came to support them: the Blue Lion, the White Elephant, the Golden-winged Roc.

The blue lion looked at Garuda, then at Dapeng. The two looked exactly the same, and even their mothers wouldn't be able to tell them apart.

"Third brother, what's going on? Are you trying to imitate that monkey and create a real and fake Roc? You're kind of trying to capitalize on the hype."

Bai Xiang looked at Da Peng and asked, "Third brother, could this be your long-lost brother?"

"Could it be that Tathagata has two uncles?"

"Stop talking nonsense, the two of you. This guy is obviously Garuda. My mythological prototype comes from him. It's normal that we have similar looks." Dapeng said speechlessly.

"Garuda? What an ugly name! I think the Golden-winged Dapeng sounds better."

"When the great roc rises with the wind, it soars up to ninety thousand miles. Speaking of names, it still embodies the domineering spirit of our Great Xia."

"Third brother, I leave this thing to you. Don't embarrass our Lion Camel Ridge team." said the Green Lion.

"Don't worry, if I really can't beat him, I'll just ask my nephew to come over."

Dapeng stretched out his hand and clenched it. A golden light flashed and a Fang Tian Hua Ji appeared in his palm.

"If there is only one golden-winged Roc left in this world, it will only be me." Dapeng said coldly.

"Humph, what a loud tone!"

Garuda flashed and rushed towards Dapeng, its sharp claws heading straight for the opponent's throat!

Dapeng dodged sideways and hit Garuda's chest directly with his halberd, making a sound of metal clashing.

Although both of them are golden-winged Rocs, they come from different mythological systems and naturally have different styles.

Garuda has strong defense and likes to attack with its claws.

Dapeng is faster and has learned the Fang Tian Hua Ji, the most difficult weapon to control among the eighteen weapons in the Daxia mythology system.

In close combat, Dapeng directly pressed Garuda to the ground and rubbed him. If this guy was not thick-skinned, he would have been stabbed through the heart by the Fang Tian Huaji.

After several rounds, Garuda realized that he was no match for Dapeng in close combat, so he revealed his true form, transformed into a golden-winged Dapeng, and soared into the sky.

"Humph, you're courting death by competing with me in speed!"

Dapeng put away his Fang Tian Hua Ji and revealed his true form. He flapped his wings and flew out for 90,000 miles, catching up with Garuda in an instant!

Two golden-winged rocs were chasing and biting each other in the air, and their golden feathers were slowly falling like a golden meteor shower.

The white elephant rolled up his vacuum cleaner speechlessly, "Tsk, if we want to fight, then we can fight. Why bring something that sheds hair?"

"These birds look elegant on a daily basis, but when they fight, they're a mess. Unlike us beasts, we fight with our fists, and it all comes down to who has the toughest skin and the most resistance."

The white elephant flipped his hand and summoned a silver spear, "Brother, you know me, leave this fat elephant to me."

"Let's go elephant to elephant. Whoever loses will be embarrassed."

Ganesha's eyes turned cold, and he was the first to attack with his long nose.

The white elephant blocked with his spear, but Ganesha used his long trunk to wrap around the spear in his hand.

The white elephant whose weapon was caught by Ganesha was not panicked at all, but instead showed a smile at the corner of his mouth.

The white elephant imitated the method that Sun Wukong used to deal with him, and spun the spear in his hand wildly, and Ganesha's long nose was instantly twisted into a pretzel and wrapped around it.

Ganesha panicked instantly, "Fuck, you have no moral principles!"

"Idiot, this is called learning from one's mistakes. Why do you think I curled up my nose before the fight? You better pay the price today!" said the white elephant with a sneer.