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

Zhou Ping has now broken through the ceiling of humanity, but it is not over yet. At this moment, he has not truly reached the realm that only gods can master, and he does not have his own rules.

Zhou Ping also realized this.

He looked up at the sky. What he saw before his eyes was no longer thick fog, but a sky shaped by laws. All the laws in the sky were divided up completely, without leaving even a tiny bit of blank space.

In the sky of laws, none of them belong to humans; this is a domain monopolized by gods.

But so what?

If there is no rule, create one!

Zhou Ping's whole body of sword intent was concentrated into one, as if a three-foot green sword was gathered in front of him, pointing directly to the sky.

Outside the dim light shield, the three gods who were about to mock suddenly looked up, their eyes full of disbelief.

They already realized what the other was going to do.

"You're just wishful thinking! A mere ant wants to establish its own rules?!"

Xio roared angrily, as if mocking Zhou Ping for overestimating his own abilities, but also as if trying to convince himself.

The other two gods had mocking expressions on their faces. Forging laws was something that even the main gods of their pantheon could not do. Only the supreme being could forge his own laws.

For a human being to still want to forge laws is just a last-ditch effort.

Set, the God of Yellow Sand, crossed his arms across his chest, looking as if he was watching a show.

In the city, everyone only felt that Zhou Ping's sword energy became extremely restrained and almost undetectable.

Only Lin Xuan looked up at the sky, his red-gold pupils covered with thick gray mist.

He saw the sky, the sky he had covered with gray fog.

Zhou Ping also noticed the gray fog in the sky of laws, so thin that it was almost invisible. It almost covered the entire sky of laws, except for a few corners without laws.

In Zhou Ping's feeling, the gray fog seemed to have marked all the laws of existence, as if telling everyone loudly, "I will come to take your heirlooms in a while, so put them away properly."

Zhou Ping didn't know who did this, it felt like he was just beating him up.

His attention at this moment was not on the gray fog, but on the corners that were not affected by the gray fog.

"Lin Qiye, bring the sword!"

"Yes!"

Lin Qiye reacted immediately, holding up [Qi Yuan] with both hands, and the next moment it flew straight into Zhou Ping's hands.

Zhou Ping held the sword in his right hand, with the three-foot blade raised high.

Everyone felt that there was a majestic sword intent hanging above the nine heavens. Just the wisps of sword intent hanging from the sky made the three gods feel like they were facing a formidable enemy.

He looked up at the sky and slashed down from a distance.

The sword energy stretches across 30,000 miles, and the light of one sword chills nineteen states!

In a corner of the sky of laws, a crack and a sword mark appeared.

That law is so small compared to other laws, yet so complete.

That is the law created by the Great Xia Sword Immortal, a law unique to mankind!

Its name is - Sword.

The three gods looked up at the sky, their pupils trembling unconsciously.

Zhou Ping's entry into the divine realm did not cause them such a big fluctuation, but when Zhou Ping carved his own mark on the sky of laws, they were simply shocked.

Why should he? !

Why should he! ! !

On the moon, a six-winged angel more than ten meters tall seemed to sense something and turned his head to look somewhere on the earth with a slightly surprised look on his face.

At the same time, all the existing pantheons and gods in Northern Europe, Greece, and India looked up at the sky, at the sharp sword mark engraved in a corner of the sky of laws.

They were shocked and terrified.

"Master Sword Saint, why don't you give this realm a name? Calling it Sword Saint is unreasonable."

Lin Xuan looked at a corner of the Law Sky and smiled.

Zhou Ping stared at the complete sword mark with sharp eyes, as if thousands of sharp swords were hidden in it.

"I don't like the word 'God'. If it were me, I would rather call it the Red Dust Sword Immortal.

From today on, I, Zhou Ping, will be the Red Dust Sword Immortal!"

As soon as Zhou Ping finished speaking, the sword in his hand pointed directly at the Three Gods of Mist. In an instant, endless sword light pierced through the void, reaching the sky and the earth.

He was like a breeze, seemingly slow but actually fast. The long sword in his hand slashed towards the three people at an angle, making a crisp sound.

The three gods reacted equally quickly. The power of yellow sand, strong wind, and an evil divine power surged at the same time and bombarded Zhou Ping.

Three divine powers rushed towards the long sword, but were chopped into pieces by the overflowing sword energy the moment they came into contact.

The three gods' expressions changed drastically in an instant, and they quickly retreated, not daring to take the sword head-on.

But the sword of the sword immortal is not so easy to dodge.

The long sword cut through the void, and the terrifying sword power condensed into a small dot in an instant, and then exploded in an instant.

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As the sword's power exploded, the body of the God of Yellow Sand also exploded.

Most of the body of the God of Yellow Sand exploded directly, and even the God of Wind and Amon on both sides were seriously injured.

After just one encounter, one god nearly died.

The God of Yellow Sand retreated several miles, and the horror in his eyes was simply difficult to conceal.

When Zhou Ping swung out this sword, several parts of his body shattered directly, as if a glass vessel had suffered irresistible extreme pressure and shattered into pieces.

"Senior Sword Master!"

"teacher!"

When everyone in the city saw this scene, their eyes widened in disbelief.

Why is this happening? !

A shrill laugh exploded in the sky. It was from the God of Wind.

At this moment, his eyes were full of pride.

"Hahaha, how can a mere mortal possibly withstand the power of a god!

Keep fighting! The more power you use, the faster you'll die. I'm afraid you'll be transformed into a Dao before we die! "

Zhou Ping stood upright in the air, letting his body crumble, his face expressionless.

Everyone was extremely anxious. Lin Qiye turned to look at Jia Lan beside him and said hurriedly.

"Jialan, quickly give [Immortality] to Senior Sword Saint."

"It's useless. After all, Jialan is not a god. Even if he is immortal, he has his limits."

An Qingyu shook his head, his eyes filled with gray, and he let the tears of blood flow from the corners of his eyes.

"What should I do?"

Shen Qingzhu clenched his fists. According to the situation, it would not take long for Zhou Ping's body to transform into the Tao and dissipate between heaven and earth.

Is there no other way?

Lin Xuan didn't say a word. He just inserted the sword in his hand into the floor tiles and looked at Zhou Ping in the air from afar.

A huge crack appeared a hundred meters above his head, and a dark river surged in, with strange energy raging wildly.

The river water flowed back down and eventually formed a huge water ball, like a huge black pupil, with waves flowing.

At the same time, a large amount of gray fog was stuffed into it by him, blending into the deep darkness.

"Lin Xuan, what are you doing?"

Everyone was dumbfounded, but Lin Xuan did not respond, he just yelled.

"Lin Qiye, where's your teleport?"

He mobilized all the special substances in the stagnant water. He, Lin Xuan, was going to take a gamble!