Slay the Gods: All the blood of kings must end with the sword!

Heaven and earth can bear witness that he really had no intention of getting Zhou Ping drunk this time.

He just wanted to find a reason to keep an eye on Zhou Ping to prevent their Sword Saint Senior from running away in the middle of the night.

Who would have thought that their Sword Saint Senior could drink so much...

Hearing the noise, the people hiding in the bushes immediately jumped out, but when they saw the sword master being knocked out by half a bottle of beer...

Silence swept the whole audience.

"How to fix it?"

"What else can we do? Just carry it back quickly. Lin Qiye, come and give me a hand."

Lin Xuan waved to Lin Qiye.

Lin Qiye looked at Lin Xuan with a bad expression. He had seen the video in the group.

This bitch...

Looking at Zhou Ping lying on the ground, Lin Qiye endured it and thought to himself that he would find an opportunity to catch this guy and beat him up.

An Qingyu adjusted his glasses and said, "Senior Sword Saint's alcohol tolerance is too low. Based on his current condition, he should sleep until he wakes up naturally tomorrow morning."

After hearing An Qingyu's words, everyone felt relieved and returned to their beds.

The next day, Zhou Ping rubbed his messy hair, his eyes dull, as if he was thinking about the three ultimate questions that have troubled mankind for many centuries.

Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?

Soon, Zhou Ping recalled what he experienced last night.

He originally planned to run away, after all, negotiating with other Night's Watch teams was too troublesome just thinking about it, but in the end he gave up.

He still wanted to see their performance, especially Shen Qingzhu and Lin Xuan.

Besides, Lin Xuan said that he was a hero, and a hero could not escape from the battlefield.

But he couldn't sleep anyway, so he ran to the roof of the warehouse and stared blankly.

Then Lin Xuan came and invited him to drink together.

The wine was completely different from what he had imagined, very bitter and astringent.

And then... then he felt dizzy.

Zhou Ping looked at the clock and found that it was already 6:10. He used to get up at 5:30.

Zhou Ping hurriedly scanned with his mental power and found that everyone was still sleeping, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

When everyone woke up, everything in the warehouse had been tidied up by Zhou Ping, and all kinds of equipment were neatly arranged.

After dinner, everyone pushed their luggage out of the warehouse. When they opened the door, they saw a white van parked there. It was their classic car.

"Is it my imagination? Why are there so many scratches on this car? Why is there a hole on the roof?"

Baili Pangpang looked at their battle-damaged Wuling Hongguang with a suspicious look on his face.

But I didn't think much about it.

Half an hour later, a battle-damaged Wuling Hongguang was driving on the highway. Its tattered appearance made people wonder if it had just come off the battlefield.

Everyone was talking and laughing. Zhou Ping sat in the passenger seat, listening quietly to the conversation.

Suddenly, the cell phone in his pocket rang. Zhou Ping picked it up. When he heard the content of the call clearly, his face suddenly darkened.

Everyone noticed Zhou Ping's change, and the atmosphere became quiet for a moment.

They all looked at Zhou Ping, waiting for his instructions.

Zhou Ping took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

"I just received news that a suspected altar for the God of the Underworld has appeared in Lintang City. The people from the Ancient God Church want to summon the God of the Underworld to Daxia."

Zhou Ping's sword energy surged around him, but his voice remained steady.

He actually concealed part of the content of the phone call.

There are not just one but two altars to the god of the underworld.

People from two places reported on the matter of the Hades Altar at the same time, and the top management judged that both things were very likely to be true.

Zhou Ping had a solemn expression. He gently stroked the sword case in his hand, as if it was a sharp sword about to be unsheathed.

An Qingyu stepped on the accelerator without saying a word.

They were originally going to Lintang City.

Lin Qiye glanced at Lin Xuan and found that there was no change on the other's face.

It was Lin Xuan who suggested going to Lintang City first.

Originally, the Sword Saint suggested starting with the ones with lower numbers, but Lin Xuan said that Lintang City was closer, so everyone changed their focus.

The others also looked at Lin Xuan.

Obviously, they thought of this too.

Everyone knew that Lin Xuan had a similar ability to predict the future, but they all kept it to themselves.

Because An Qingyu had modified the car, the actual driving speed of this Wuling Hongguang was actually very fast. Less than an hour later, the city outline of Lintang City appeared in front of everyone.

At this moment, Lin Xuan suddenly froze.

He immediately closed his eyes and immersed himself in the Nibelung.

At this moment, a figure was lying on his side in the Nibelungen, coughing violently.

He had multiple fractures all over his body, a large hole in his chest, and was bleeding profusely.

At this time, Ah Zhu and the Magic Cube were surrounding each other, extremely anxious.

"Captain, don't die!"

Lin Xuan directly cast the law and rushed to Chen Muye. He did not care about causing secondary damage to Chen Muye and hurriedly carried him into the stagnant water.

The mysterious substance in the stagnant water immediately became active and rushed into Chen Muye's body. The wounds on Chen Muye's body began to heal visibly.

"Captain, what happened?"

Lin Xuan asked. In fact, when he saw Chen Muye's expression, he already had some bad suspicions in his mind.

Chen Muye spat out a mouthful of dirty blood and expressed the guess in Lin Xuan's mind.

"Team 008, attacked... all members killed."