Attack the myths of the heavens and create the Taoist Tibetan wilderness!.

Chapter 41 The Son of the God King, the threat of the Fomor God Clan, Fuxi kills the gods, and the prehistoric version of the online game is launched!

The city of Barcelona is the royal city ruled by King Calades. It borders the Kingdom of Camelot and is also one of the twelve kingdoms in the Celtic mythological world.

At this time, Fuxi, dressed in a golden Taoist robe, stood out on the street. A large number of people knelt down around him, calling out to the gods...

Obviously, they mistook Fuxi for a god in Celtic mythology.

"Did you stumble upon it by accident?"

Fuxi looked up thoughtfully towards the center of the city. An extremely powerful aura seemed to be gradually reviving with his arrival!

"It seems that I have entered the territory of a certain existence..." Fuxi murmured, but there was no panic on his face, and he was calm and composed.

next moment--

Boom!

A deafening roar came from deep inside the city, followed by a boundless gale that swept across the entire city!
A roar like thunder rolled in and rushed towards Fuxi.

"Who are you!?"

"How dare you impersonate Lord Angus!"

One after another, terrifying gusts of wind swept through the city, and the entire cloud layer began to roll!

Unparalleled pressure descended, oppressing the people in the city, and they looked at this scene in disbelief... This was the God who was angry!

"Anger... Never mind, it's such a tongue-twisting name. What kind of god is this? It looks like he has some similarities with me."

Fuxi touched his chin and glanced around thoughtfully. The theory of Liu Yao was constantly deducing everything in this world.

But unfortunately, the world of Celtic mythology is not weak. Even with Fuxi's cultivation, he cannot see through everything.

He is also not like Di Jun, who has unfathomable cultivation and possesses a completely refined River Map and Luo Shu. He can know everything about the mythological world of the heavens with just a thought.

But after a little deduction, Fuxi still knew some deeds of this Angus god.

Angus Mac Ogg, the god of love and youth in Celtic mythology, is the son of Nuada, the king of the gods, and the most powerful magician among the gods.

He also possesses some of the priesthood of the god of dreams. He is an extremely handsome male god with extremely powerful divine powers, and has a huge number of believers and gods.

King Karades, one of the twelve kings, is his believer, and this royal city is the kingdom of Angus's believers in the world.

"I see……"

Fuxi subconsciously touched his face, feeling a little embarrassed. He didn't expect that his face was misunderstood.

Angus in Celtic mythology is a handsome god, and coincidentally, Fuxi is one of the most handsome gods in the prehistoric world.

The two are incompatible to some extent.

When Fuxi was deducing the theory of Liu Yao, time in the outside world did not flow.

But the god living deep in the royal city seemed to have sensed something, and without the slightest hesitation, he mobilized the sea of ​​clouds in the sky and brought down divine punishment!
Boom!

A bolt of lightning as powerful as a mountain came down from the sky and struck Fuxi directly!

"Heavenly thunder? No, it's too weak!"

Fuxi's heart skipped a beat. As a master of great magical power in the ancient times, he instinctively thought of the thunder falling from the sky first.

But this is the world of Celtic mythology, and the falling thunder is just ordinary.

When he thought of this, Fuxi did not even try to avoid it, and let the thunder strike him without any harm.

"What!?" The god deep in the city was stunned by this scene, with a look of horror that he could not hide. Before he could react, he suddenly felt a gaze that penetrated through layers of space and fell on him!

That is Fuxi’s gaze!
"Oops!"

The god who caused the thunder to fall suddenly reacted and turned around to escape!
hum!
One after another, spatial fluctuations emerged, imprisoning the surroundings, as if covering the entire royal city and turning it into a forbidden area!
"A sub-god under Angus... is he a disciple or something like that?"

Fuxi walked over, and behind him, a huge and boundless figure flashed by and disappeared.

It was a huge statue with a human head and a snake body, which was the innate true body of Fuxi.

In just a moment of thought, Fuxi used the power of his innate great way to imprison the space of the entire royal city.

"You...who are you!?"

The god looked at Fuxi in horror, vaguely seeing the image of the human-headed snake-bodied statue, and blurted out, "Are you the evil god of the Fomor tribe?"

The evil god of the Fomor tribe?
Fuxi raised his eyebrows, and after a little deduction, his face suddenly turned dark.

The Fomorians are another tribe of gods in Celtic mythology, hostile to the Tuatha de Danann and ruling half of the Celtic mythological world.

The king of the gods, Balor, is known as the Evil Eye Demon King, and is a being that can rival Nuada, the king of the gods.

The only problem is... the Fomors are also known as the deep-sea giants. They are not only brutal but also extremely ugly!

puff!
Fuxi raised his hand expressionlessly and crushed the god on the spot.

Then, he flicked his fingers, circulated the Six Yao and Eight Trigrams, and swept away the god's flesh, blood, and soul, including the fleeting mark of divinity.

"To compare me to such an ugly monster... is totally unreasonable!" Fuxi muttered to himself.

Then, he turned his gaze to King Karades, who was sitting on the throne and trembling, and suddenly felt a headache.

Now how to do?
……

On the Celtic continent, a group of great supernatural powers have descended, some of them are as confused as Fuxi, some have clear goals and directly point to the gods in Celtic mythology.

In addition, there is also a great supernatural power who has restrained his aura and intends to observe first...

All kinds of things, all kinds of forms!
……

at the same time--

The ancient world, the heaven, the Lingxiao Palace.

Di Jun sat cross-legged in the central hall, looking at the water mirrors that appeared in front of him, one after another, with an expression of interest on his face.

Not far from his hand, a water mirror was constantly popping up various messages, all of which were sent by those great magical powers from the primitive world to the Celtic mythology world.

This is exactly the prehistoric communication interface that Emperor Jun created with the power of Heaven.

When Zhen Yuanzi, Fuxi and other great masters of ancient times came to the Celtic mythology world, he had already opened up the authority of these masters so that they could communicate with each other.

As for the follow-up... Di Jun has thought of other functions, but he has not been able to design them for the time being.

At this moment, on this prehistoric communication interface, some people with great magical powers were informing of their locations, some were requesting information, and some were showing off and setting traps... This made Di Jun feel like an administrator, watching a group of players dominating the online game.

"This analogy is not quite right. If it really is an online game, I should be the creator!"

The corners of Di Jun's mouth curled up, looking at the water mirrors in front of him, constantly switching back and forth between the perspectives of Zhen Yuanzi, Fuxi and other great magical powers of the prehistoric world, and muttered to himself: "The prehistoric world expedition to Celtic mythology... has begun!"

(End of this chapter)