Slaying Gods, the agent of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, starting with the Undying Scripture

He hadn't seen his old friend for a long time, and a feeling of longing welled up in his heart.

Nie Jinshan, the man who once went through countless storms with him, is now nowhere to be found, and what is he doing?

Recalling the past, Lei Di couldn't help but smile.

That old fogey has always been so honest and unassuming, seemingly forever unchanged. I wonder if he's still the same now?

During this expedition to North America, Raedi actually had a small expectation in his heart.

If we could discover the legendary human settlements on this vast continent, that would be a truly remarkable thing.

Moreover, if he really finds a circle of people, he will definitely try to get Nie Jinshan a foreign horse to take back and play with.

Just as the Thunder Emperor was lost in his thoughts, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from inside the cabin.

Immediately afterward, the deputy captain ran out anxiously, repeatedly calling out, "Chief, Captain, a telegram has arrived from Daxia... Commander Nie... Commander Nie..."

The Thunder Emperor's hand jerked violently, and the large bowl in his hand instantly fell and shattered.

His face instantly turned extremely ugly, and he turned to Leng Qiuping and said, "Turn back! No, you all head east back, I'll go back first!"

His voice revealed an unprecedented urgency and anxiety, which moved people deeply.

After saying that, he dashed away like lightning, disappearing from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

For many years, the Thunder Emperor had never felt this way.

It felt as if a huge boulder was pressing down on his heart, so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

His contemporaries have all grown old, and now, only Nie Jinshan remains to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

His personality, and the reason he's been able to stay with the Night Watch for so many years, is entirely because Nie Jinshan wouldn't release him.

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On the northeastern border of the Great Xia Dynasty.

An aura of cataclysmic destruction spread rapidly across this vast land like a surging wave.

That aura seemed to come from the depths of hell, carrying endless destruction and terror, sending chills down one's spine.

At the source of this aura, a black sun hung high in the sky, emitting not the warm sunlight, but a strange and terrifying black light.

This black sun was like a black hole in the universe, swallowing everything around it, making the originally bright sky turn dark and lifeless in the blink of an eye, as if shrouded in a thick black curtain.

A scorching breeze swept across the Korean Peninsula like a heatwave.

This hot wind not only brought scorching temperatures, but also a large number of birds and animals.

These birds and beasts seemed to be driven by some mysterious force, frantically rushing towards the border, their eyes revealing terror and despair.

On the border, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of Nie Jinshan's mouth. His body trembled slightly, but his back remained as straight as a pine tree.

Behind him lay the corpses of many Night's Watchmen, lying haphazardly on the ground, their blood staining the earth beneath their feet.

Li Kengqiang stood not far from Nie Jinshan, his gaze fixed on the dark sun, his pupils suddenly contracting.

His face was extremely solemn, and a thin layer of sweat even appeared on his forehead.

"Commander, you should retreat first!" Li Kengqiang's voice revealed a hint of anxiety as he stared intently at Nie Jinshan's retreating figure. "Let me handle this situation."

However, Nie Jinshan slowly stood up. Although his movements were somewhat slow, every action was so firm.

He stood tall, like a pine tree in the wind, exuding an indomitable spirit.

“No need!” Nie Jinshan’s voice was calm and firm. He said indifferently, “As long as I’m here, they won’t be able to cross the Yalu River.”

Shamanism, as an indigenous religion of North Korea, has always been closely related to the lives of the North Korean people.

However, for some unknown reason, their mountain god and the shaman's shrine joined forces to launch an attack on the border of the Great Xia.

The Mountain God is a strange being that combines a tiger and an old man. Its half-tiger, half-god form inspires awe, but its true power is comparable to that of a chief god.

Meanwhile, the Witch Hall, responsible for the frontal attack, as the Mountain God's agent, also possesses strength at the pinnacle of human capabilities!

This aggressive move clearly indicates they are prepared for a fight to the death.

“Li Kengqiang, Black Dragon has already died in battle. You are the successor I have chosen. Listen, if the Thunder Emperor comes, burn my body. Sprinkle half of it into the sea and half into Kunlun. Don’t leave him any of it.”

Nie Jinshan took a step forward, as if crossing the boundary of space, and the next moment his figure appeared on the other side of the Yalu River like a ghost.

His movements were light and swift, as if nothing in the world could stop him.

Standing on the opposite bank of the Yalu River, Nie Jinshan stretched out his right hand and gently clenched it in the air.

This seemingly simple action resonated throughout the entire Changbai Mountains.

The mountain peaks in the distance seemed to have been struck by an invisible force, bursting open with a deafening roar, billowing smoke and dust, and scattering rocks everywhere.

Just then, a dark shadow streaked across the sky like lightning. It was as fast as the wind and, like a meteor, hurtled straight towards Nie Jinshan.

Just heard a loud noise,

Boom! ! ! !

The entire riverbank and valley trembled, and the ground cracked inch by inch under the enormous impact, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a long, black staff rose up alongside Nie Jinshan's tall figure, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, standing majestically on the banks of the Yalu River.

Nie Jinshan firmly gripped the long black stick with one hand, while his other hand rested naturally behind his back.

His posture was upright, like an ancient pine tree, and he remained as steady as Mount Tai no matter how turbulent the surrounding environment was.

He looked up and gazed at the blazing black sun opposite him, his eyes calm and undisturbed, as if the burning flames could not affect him in the slightest.

However, in the instant his eyes narrowed slightly, he moved with lightning speed.

His speed was so great that he left a long afterimage on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared at the center of the sun with almost teleportation speed.

Upon reaching the center of the sun, Nie Jinshan's right arm muscles bulged suddenly, and a powerful force surged within him.

The black staff in his hand was also pushed to its limit at this moment, and the air around the staff was vibrating and buzzing.

Without the slightest hesitation or fancy moves, Nie Jinshan swung his long staff and smashed it down on Yao Ri with overwhelming force.

This strike was like Mount Tai crushing an egg, carrying boundless power as it collided head-on with the sun.