Slay the Gods: The spokesperson for Zhulong, starts with the God-killing Gun

Time is the most wonderful thing in the world. Just when Zhang Yun's consciousness had been trapped in a chaotic and foggy world for an unknown period of time.

However, the outside world is just a moment!

East China Sea.

Huge waves and raging tides surged in from all directions like angry beasts.

The waves rolled and turned into countless sharp blades like knives, rushing towards one direction with a deafening roar.

The momentum seemed to tear everything that stood in its way into pieces; even the sky was dimmed by this surging force.

In this direction, a young man in a black shirt was standing on the waves.

His figure appeared exceptionally calm in the surging waves, as if he was the master of the ocean.

The black shirt rustled in the sea breeze, but was not wet by the waves at all. Instead, it added a bit of elegance and unruliness.

His eyes were firm and deep, shining like stars, staring straight at the huge waves surging ahead.

“Qiang Qiang!!!”

The long sword in the young man's hand shook lightly, making a crisp sword sound, as if responding to the challenge of the waves.

The sword light burst out instantly, like a fairy from the sky, with an extraordinary momentum, breaking through the blockade of the waves.

Wherever the sword light passed, countless huge waves instantly turned into calm waves, were cut into pieces, and turned into water mist all over the sky, sparkling with crystal light in the sunlight.

With every swing of the young man's sword, the surging waves were completely suppressed.

His swordsmanship was agile and precise, and each sword strike seemed to contain endless sword intent, dissolving the attacks of the waves into nothingness.

Behind him, the waves gradually calmed down, and the originally turbulent sea surface became like a mirror, reflecting the blue sky.

There was not a trace of wind or waves on the shore, as if all these storms had never happened, leaving only tranquility and peace.

The young man stood on the waves, like a sculpture!!!

Separate two places.

Like a dividing line!

Protect tens of millions of people behind you and guard thousands of families with yourself.

Zhou Ping stood in the surging waves, his figure appearing particularly firm against the backdrop of the waves.

His voice was calm and powerful, like a declaration from the depths of his heart, echoing between heaven and earth:

"Poseidon! Daxia is not an illegal place for you gods! I am here! What does it matter if you are a god or a demon? You can't get through!!!"

Every word he said seemed to carry an unquestionable power, and his eyes flashed with determination. At this moment, he was the guardian of this land and would not allow any infringement.

A trace of solemnity appeared on Poseidon's face, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He had not expected that this seemingly ordinary mortal could be so difficult to deal with, and could actually fight against the gods in his mortal form.

This power gap should have been insurmountable, but Zhou Ping's performance forced him to re-examine his opponent.

Poseidon frowned slightly. He could feel the powerful aura emanating from Zhou Ping, which was an indomitable determination to protect him until death.

However, a surge of anger also welled up in Poseidon's heart.

It was absolutely unacceptable to him that a mortal ant dared to challenge the gods in this way.

In his opinion, mortals should always prostrate themselves at the feet of gods, kneel three times and kowtow nine times, and dedicate their bodies and souls to gods. This is the natural thing.

Zhou Ping's resistance was undoubtedly a blatant challenge to the authority of God, which made him feel that his dignity was greatly offended.

Poseidon's eyes turned cold and sharp. He looked at Zhou Ping coldly, with a hint of majesty and anger in his voice:

"Mortal, how dare you challenge the majesty of the gods like this! Do you know what a sin this is?"

There was an undeniable pressure in his voice.

At this moment, a deafening sound suddenly came from the distant sky. The sound was like thunder falling from the sky, shaking the earth and the sky, and making everyone look sideways.

"A hundred years of reincarnation have passed, and the gods of our Great Xia...are returning here!!!"

This voice contains endless majesty and dominance, as if it is a call from ancient times, and as if it is announcing the arrival of a new era.

It echoed between heaven and earth, making everyone who heard it feel an invisible sense of oppression.

Poseidon's expression turned ugly in an instant, a look of shock appeared on his face, and a hint of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

As a god, he was well aware of the meaning behind this sentence - the return of the gods of Daxia would completely change the existing power structure.

A sense of uneasiness welled up in his heart, because he knew that the return of the gods of Daxia meant that the plans of these foreign gods would be greatly hindered.

Zhou Ping laughed out loud instantly, his laughter was full of relief and pride, as if the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time were finally released.

"Hahahaha! Who said...I...Daxia has no God!!!" There was a hint of excitement in his voice, and his eyes flashed with anticipation for the future.

He has always believed that the gods of Daxia have never left, but are just waiting for the right time to return.

At this moment, his belief was confirmed.

Poseidon's gaze became extremely cold, with a divine light shining in his eyes. He quickly looked into the distance, trying to find the source of the sound.

However, when he saw the scene in the distance, a trace of fear instantly appeared on his face.

"Indra is dead!!! How is this possible!!!"

There was disbelief and shock in his voice.

Poseidon's face had a murmur that he had never had before, and his voice was full of confusion and anxiety.

"Have the gods of Daxia returned???" He muttered to himself, as if trying to convince himself that all this was not reality.

However, deep down in his heart he already knew that the gods of Daxia had truly returned, and their return would completely change the fate of this land.

Poseidon gave Zhou Ping a complicated look, his eyes flashing with anger, unwillingness and a hint of fear that was hard to conceal.

Behind Poseidon, the rolling tsunami suddenly parted a path, as if the sea had made a way out for him.

The waves were surging and misty, but under the control of Poseidon's divine power, the waves temporarily calmed down, revealing a narrow passage.

Poseidon took a step back. His figure looked particularly tall and majestic against the backdrop of the waves, but at this moment he looked a little embarrassed.

Zhou Ping couldn't help but smile when he saw this scene, with a hint of teasing and confidence in his voice:

"Haha! Are you scared?"

Poseidon's gaze instantly turned as cold as a knife. He stared at Zhou Ping coldly, his voice filled with unquestionable majesty:

"Mortals! Don't be complacent. Don't think you've won today. We, the Olympian gods, won't let this end. Just wait!

Even the gods of Daxia cannot protect you!!!

Daxia will eventually be destroyed!!!"

His voice echoed in the waves, carrying an unmistakable threat and warning.

Poseidon's body retreated and slowly retreated into the tsunami.

As his figure gradually disappeared, the waves began to roll, as if to see him off.

The waves were surging and the air was filled with mist. Under the control of Poseidon's divine power, the waves closed again and completely enveloped him.

Then, the waves disappeared in an instant, as if they had never appeared.

The sea returned to calm, and only Zhou Ping was left standing there, with a hint of determination and indomitable spirit in his smile.

He knew that Poseidon's threats were not empty words, but the return of the gods of Daxia had brought new hope to this land.

Zhou Ping slowly sat down on the beach, the sand sinking slightly under him, making a slight rustling sound.

The long sword in his hand was placed horizontally on his knees, and the sword blade flashed a cold light in the sunlight, as if telling of the fierce battle he had just experienced.

His breathing gradually calmed down.

"The people of Daxia are constantly striving for self-improvement! How can you, the corrupt and selfish Outer Gods, surrender to us!!!"

Zhou Ping's voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the sea breeze with an unquestionable firmness.

Then, Zhou Ping slowly hugged his legs with his hands and curled up into a comfortable position.

He rubbed his shoulders gently, as if releasing the tension and fatigue accumulated from the battle just now.

A relaxed smile appeared on his face, with a hint of relief and satisfaction in it.

"It's finally over! I can go home now!!!"

......

Northern Daxia.

The expression of Hades, the god of the underworld, changed subtly in an instant. A trace of imperceptible panic flashed in his eyes, but was quickly covered up by deep calmness.

"Are you scared by the news of the return of the Great Xia gods? Don't dare to go up!!!"

There was a hint of sarcasm and provocation in Ye Fan's voice. His blood-red cloak fluttered in the wind like a burning flame, adding a bit of majesty and mystery to him.

There was a determined glint in his eyes, as if he had anticipated Hades's reaction.

Hades looked at Ye Fan with a complicated look, and there was a hint of temptation and dissatisfaction in his voice:

"It seems that you, a mortal, know about it!!!" There was a hint of surprise in his tone. Obviously, he did not expect that Ye Fan would know so much about the return of the gods of Daxia.

Ye Fan stood with a knife in his hand, his figure standing tall and straight in the wind.

His blade flashed with a cold light, as if ready to meet the challenge at any time.

His voice was calm and firm:

"Of course! I'm the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, not for nothing.

I still know the secrets I should know,

Do you really think that Daxia is just a place of weak and vulnerable mortals like you?

How could the gods of Daxia live as selfishly as you do? "

Every word he said was like a heavy hammer, hitting Hades' psychological defenses.

Hades's face was cold, like a piece of ice that had not melted for a thousand years. There was a cold light flashing in his eyes, as if at this moment, he had already made some decision in his heart.

His voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth:

"The Great Xia gods are only a small part of this world. Don't think they can absolutely protect you. The fog will eventually drown you!"

His voice echoed in the air, carrying an unmistakable threat and warning.

Hades's gaze swept over Ye Fan, as if telling him with his eyes that this battle was far from over.

There was a hint of sarcasm and disdain in his tone:

“We’ll see!!!”

As his words fell, Hades' figure began to blur.

His body seemed to be surrounded by a layer of light black mist, which gradually became thicker and swallowed up his figure bit by bit.

His figure was looming in the black fog, as if he would disappear into thin air at any time.

Ye Fan stared at Hades closely, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

Then, Hades' figure completely disappeared, as if he had never existed.

The black land of death behind him also began to change as he left.

This black land originally exuded a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere, but now it is beginning to shrink slowly.

The black soil gradually became thinner, and the withered plants and twisted rocks began to retreat, as if driven away by some invisible force.

As time went by, the scope of this land of death became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared completely into the air, as if it had never appeared.

The earth regained its original color, and the air was filled with a fresh scent, as if the land had finally broken free from the shackles of darkness and regained its freedom.

Ye Fan sighed softly.

"These Outer Gods are just like pigs and dogs. They really only bully the weak and fear the strong."

Looking into the distance.

“..Zhulong...Yang Jian...!”

.....

A corner of Cangnan.

Nezha, wearing a bright red sweatshirt, walked briskly to a ruin.

There was a hint of lightness and joy in his eyes, as if he was looking for something.

There is a desolate atmosphere in the ruins. The surrounding buildings have collapsed, leaving only broken walls and ruins.

However, in the center of the ruins, a Taoist priest stood quietly, his figure standing out from the crowd.

The Taoist was wearing a coarse cloth robe and a pair of simple straw sandals. Although he was dressed simply, he exuded an ethereal temperament.

His face was kind and his eyes revealed a deep wisdom, as if he saw through everything in the world.

In front of him was a huge deep pit with cracks all over its walls, as if it had been torn apart by some powerful force.

In the center of the pit lay a figure. It was Zhang Yun. His body was motionless, as if he had fallen into a deep coma, but his breathing was still steady, indicating that he was still alive.

Nezha stood at the edge of the deep pit, and at this time, Yang Jin also hurried here.

"Nezha, why did you call me here?" Yang Jin looked up and saw the Taoist priest. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

There was a tremor in his voice: "Tianzun! Why are you here?"

The Taoist smiled and looked at Yang Jin, his eyes showing a hint of fondness and reproach:

"You kid, you really don't take your body seriously. If it weren't for this little friend!"

He pointed at Zhang Yun in the pit.

"I'm afraid you'll have to enter Laojun's alchemy furnace this time!!!"

Yang Jin followed the Taoist's finger and looked towards the deep pit. His eyes were filled with shock.

"Zhang Yun! Why is he here? Why is he unconscious?!"

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