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

Outside Daxia.

On the surface of the sea, there was a strange white fog that was also rolling.

It fills every corner of the world, and the sunlight can only penetrate through the white mist with difficulty, casting a few spots.

There was dead silence all around.

Suddenly, some huge vibration sound came from a distance, getting closer and closer.

It sounded like the cry of some giant creature, or like something huge was floating and moving in the air.

A moment later, a huge shadow covered the sea level.

It was a moving city, a city covered in dim light.

The dim light emerged from a crack in the ground and enveloped the entire city, protecting the people in the city from the harm of the fog.

But even so, the people in the city still fell into a coma.

Frost hit the roads and vegetation, and the temperature was gradually dropping.

In the city, a huge golden flame was particularly conspicuous. It was a burning building, like a torch, lighting the way for everyone and dispelling the cold for them on the night when the power system was out of order.

“How many is this?”

A whisper came from beside the torch, and a figure wearing a green mask muttered something, then turned to look at the young man who was sitting on the ground and gasping for breath.

"Who knows."

Both of them had a cigarette in their mouths, and judging by the style, it seemed that they were made by the same person.

Wisps of smoke rose and drifted into the air.

Around the two of them, there were densely packed people lying on the ground. They lay stiffly on the ground, breathing hard, trying to compete for the warmth in the air.

The ground suddenly began to shake, and the two looked towards the source of the shaking, only to see a massive grey dragon approaching.

There were hundreds of people on the back of the giant dragon, and a shouting young man was in its mouth.

"Senior Gray Dragon, could you please not carry me away with you? My clothes are almost torn."

The young man said this resentfully as he guided the gray dragon, but he knew it was useless for him to say anything.

In order to rescue faster, Senior Gray Dragon must take him with him.

But Senior Gray Dragon would not allow anyone to stand on his head, not even the masked senior who was with him.

To it, it seemed to be a forbidden area and ordinary people were not qualified to stand there.

The golden stripes on the dragon's body were now emitting a dazzling light, and heat was escaping from the golden stripes, relaxing the brows of the unconscious people on its back.

The Gray Dragon came up to the Torch and opened his jaws, causing the young man to fall flat on his face.

Then he slowly turned sideways.

The soil instantly arched up to form a slide, sending the unconscious people safely to the ground.

Seeing this, the young man who was sitting on the ground to rest hurriedly stood up and walked towards the unconscious people. His steps were staggering, as if he would fall to the ground in the next second.

"Senior Chen Han, your mental strength has been overdrawn. You should take a rest."

The young man hurried to dissuade him, but Chen Han just waved his hand.

"It's okay, I can still hold on."

A tall figure wearing a green mask came in front of the gray dragon.

"These should be the last few batches."

Zhao Kongcheng looked at the people lying unconscious on the ground, and a hint of pity flashed in his eyes.

He looked up at the sky. Even in the dark, even through the dim light shield, he could clearly see that outside the shield was a figure in a blue-white robe, with endless gusts of wind surrounding him, cheering.

Zhao Kongcheng is particularly sensitive to wind, and the person outside, no, the god outside, should be mastering the power of wind.

The strong wind continued to bombard the dark light shield, but only caused ripples.

The other party seemed to notice Zhao Kongcheng's gaze and looked at him from a distance.

Zhao Kongcheng had no intention of retreating. His red-gold vertical pupils lit up instantly and he stared at the other party.

But the other party just glanced at him and no longer paid attention, as if he was just an insignificant ant.

Chen Han half-knelt on the ground, placing one hand on the head of an unconscious girl, and a green light flashed in his hand.

The girl's breathing was a little rapid and her forehead was frighteningly hot, obviously she had a high fever.

A faint green light covered the girl's head, but the effect was not obvious.

Chen Han's Forbidden Ruins is the [Micro-Treatment] of Sequence 389, a very late Forbidden Ruins, otherwise he would not have been transferred to a remote place like Anta County.

Without waiting for him to finish the treatment, he fell to the side.

If Lu Yu hadn't reacted quickly, he would have fallen to the ground.

Chen Han struggled to get up, but as soon as his hands touched the ground, they went limp and he almost fell down again.

"You should take a rest first. You are the only one among us who can treat it. If even you collapse, there will be no one else who can save these people."

A steady male voice came from under the green mask. Zhao Kongcheng looked at Chen Han, who was obviously exhausted, and reminded him.

Thanks to the presence of his beloved, the temperature was still acceptable, otherwise the other person might have started to have a high fever.

"it is good."

Chen Han was silent for a moment, and finally nodded weakly.

After Zhao Kongcheng finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head to look to the side and shouted.

"who!"

Through the bright firelight, several people could clearly see a thin young man standing at the end of the road.

The figure was carrying a black box and walking slowly towards this side.

There was a faint light flashing in the young man's eyes. He glanced around and finally set his sights on the man and the dragon.

"Thank you."

The young man spoke, and his thanks were expressed on behalf of the night watchmen of Daxia and the people of Tianhe City.

Zhao Kongcheng remained vigilant, but before he could say anything more, the huge gray dragon beside him rushed out.

The earth was shaking violently, and the gray dragon rushed directly towards the figure carrying the black box. Its movement was too abrupt, and Zhao Kongcheng had no time to stop it.

The young man looked at the charging dragon, but showed no sign of being on guard.

He could feel that this big guy had no hostility towards him, and was even a little... excited?

Just as Zhou Ping was puzzled, the gray dragon rushed straight to the young man, and then stopped strangely in an instant, as if gravity and potential energy did not exist in front of her.

The giant dragon put its nose close to the young man, sniffed him carefully, and suddenly became excited. It used its nose to push Zhou Ping hard, and threw him away.

The giant dragon roared at Zhao Kongcheng behind her, and Zhao Kongcheng instantly understood what she meant.

She was saying that this person had Lin Xuan's aura, and the two should have met recently and had been together for a long time.

"็ Hello Who are you?"

Zhao Kongcheng walked forward and spoke tentatively.

"My name is Zhou Ping."

The young man stood up, touched the gray dragon's fine scales, and introduced it.

"Zhou Ping...you are the Sword Saint of Great Xia!"

Zhao Kongcheng's eyes suddenly widened.

"it's me."

Zhao Kongchen's words were full of joy, this was the human ceiling of his Great Xia!

He is the Sword Saint of Daxia!!

Zhou Ping admitted it calmly.

The next moment, a sharp sword intent shot up into the sky, and it seemed as if it would cut the sky in half.

Zhou Ping looked up at the figure in the sky that was constantly emitting divine pressure, his voice still flat, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

"Wait until I kill the god, and then I'll take you home."