Slay the Gods: Return of the Ancient Chinese Gods, Start with the Fuxi Plate

In the solemn atmosphere, Su Yan almost laughed out loud, but he quickly held it back and looked up at Yang Jian beside him.

Yang Jian was at least three meters tall, and standing next to Su Yan, he was as dazzling as a bright telephone pole.

Look at how pretentious he is, he has stolen all my limelight... Su Yan curled his lips.

Yang Jian looked at Indra expressionlessly, then bowed slightly and looked at Su Yan: "My friend, can you lend me a little of my 'good fortune' to help you?"

This is too much of a compliment!

Su Yan felt an indescribable sense of comfort welling up in his heart. In front of everyone, Yang Jian actually spoke to him so politely!

Oh my, this is so exciting!

Su Yan smiled and took out a piece of dark gold and handed it to Yang Jian: "This is all I have for now, but can your soul bear it?"

"That's enough, thank you." Yang Jian nodded slightly and took it.

"A thousand years ago, I couldn't bear it, but now it should be no problem."

Dark golden light slowly overflowed from his palm, then meandered up his body like a stream, finally converging into his brows and lighting up his eyes.

A genuine smile flashed across Yang Jin's eyes. He cupped his hands again, and suddenly appeared in front of Indra as a stream of light. He took a deep breath and spoke in a loud voice:

"Who said that there is no god in Daxia?"

"——I am Yang Jian."

The Great Xia God?! Indra was stunned for a moment, his pupils suddenly constricted, and thunder surged wildly throughout his body.

"I will only use one move. If you are lucky enough to take it, I will turn around and leave immediately."

The sky full of lightning turned from blue to red, and then to pure white, dancing in front of Indra like a stream of light. He sneered.

"What big talk are you talking about? Do you think you are the Supreme God?"

"This move is a waste of talent to kill you, but I only want to make one announcement... A hundred years of reincarnation have passed, and the gods of Daxia have returned!"

Yang Jian said no more. The divine eye between his eyebrows suddenly shone brightly. Endless and vast sound surged like a torrent, rushing straight into the sky and shaking the universe.

Word by word:

"Dharma! Heaven! Elephant! Earth!"

Indra: (O_o)??

Chapter 249: Dharma, Heaven and Earth

Follow the laws of heaven and earth, and be as high as heaven and earth!

The magic of heaven and earth displayed by Yang Jin was not that exaggerated.

There was no change in his body, but an amber soul rose from the ground behind him, thousands of feet tall. The patterns on the soul's golden armor were as thin as hairs, and the halo seemed to melt gold and jade. The runes flowing around his body looked like an inverted galaxy.

The three-pointed, double-edged sword slashed across, and the clouds split open like silk.

At this moment, the cheers of tens of thousands of soldiers stopped abruptly. While they were excited, they couldn't stop trembling all over.

This is gigantic fear.

The vast majority of people suffer from gigantic fear. It is not a disease, but an instinctive code written in their genes.

If a person does not feel afraid, it is because what he is facing is not big enough, or it is just an illusion through the screen.

Su Yan guessed that this Fa Tian Xiang Di was still not the complete form of Yang Jian. The complete magical power was not just limited to the expansion of the primordial spirit, but the real body was as high as the heaven and the earth.

——With feet on the eighteen levels of hell and head above the thirty-three heavens!

However, if you think about it a little, you will understand it.

The source of Yang Jian's divine power at this moment comes from devouring the artifact and extracting the divine power from it. It is similar to his previous state, and it will be gone once it is consumed.

Afterwards, he will continue to be his aunt's good baby, little Yang Jin, and slowly accumulate the power of reincarnation.

But even so, Indra is definitely not a contender!

Indra stood there motionless, raising his head to the limit, but he could only barely catch a glimpse of Yang Jian's knees. He was in a trance for a moment and couldn't help wondering if he had fallen into some kind of illusion.

Rocky did it?

He turned his head with lifeless eyes to look, and happened to see Loki quietly crawling into a portal, and disappeared in a flash of green light.

Good news, it wasn't Rocky who did it.

Bad news, this is true!

But if it's not an illusion, isn't this matching mechanism a bit too outrageous?

Indra VS Dharmadhatu?

He lowered his head and thought for two seconds, then said in a deep voice, "I've heard since I was a child that Daxia is a country of etiquette. I..."

Yang Jian said nothing, raised his huge foot that covered the sky and the sun, and stepped down.

There was no earth-shaking tremor, no earth-shaking roar, just like a mortal walking on the road, seeing a small tomato, and stepping on it.

With a smacking sound, juice splashed everywhere.

"Sh ...

Jörmungandr, who was avoiding the pursuit of the Sky-Howling Hound, was so frightened that his scales stood up and he let out a deafening roar. He even burned his soul and fled into the distance at the risk of his life.

The gods were crushed like ants, and my strength is not even as good as that of the gods. Isn't that not even as good as an ant?

However, the next moment it found that it was wrong.

Yang Jian obviously treated it much more carefully than he treated Indra.

A hand that was several times larger than Cangnan City slowly approached in sight, but in reality it was so fast that it tore through space and grabbed Jörmungandr in its palm.

Yang Jian ignored its struggle, put his right index finger and thumb together, pinched its tail and shook it gently.

Jörmungandr shuddered all over, his snake bones broke into pieces, and he instantly became limp like a loach, hanging vertically with his head down and his tail up.

Every move that seemed insignificant in Yang Jian's hands actually caused the mountains spanning hundreds of miles to tremble. Suddenly, a strong wind raged over Cangnan, and countless black tornadoes appeared out of thin air.

Yang Jian was not affected at all. He used his other hand to put his fingernails together, pinched the snake's tail, and stroked it all the way to the bottom along the direction of the snake's head and against the scales.

The scales that were scraped off fell like meteorites from the sky, crashing onto the rivers in Cangnan and causing huge waves.

"Shuh!"

Jörmungandr was in a state of despair, trembling all over and roaring madly. Every time Yang Jian scraped it, it screamed miserably. Unfortunately, it had so many scales that it would take a while to scrape them all off.

Yang Jian thought it was too noisy and frowned unhappily. He pinched its head hard with his nails and cut it off, then threw it far away.

The world is finally quiet.

Yang Jian nodded with satisfaction and continued to scrape the scales with his fingernails.

"Goo."

Su Yan secretly swallowed his saliva, and a thousand thoughts flashed through his mind. I shouldn't have offended Yang Jin, right?

It’s just three starch sausages every day, and at most I forget to pay... It seems that Yang Jin hasn’t had breakfast for more than a month. Is this a big deal?

That doesn’t count!

She gossiped with Lin Qiye that Yang Jin was rebellious and needed to be severely beaten. Lin Qiye really believed it, and my aunt did listen to Lin Qiye and beat the child so hard that he couldn't get out of bed for a whole day. Is this a big deal?

It doesn’t count.

Guankou Erlang, does this count?

I guess... not really, right?

Or, should I go out and hide for a while?

Su Yan crouched down, hiding in the crowd and walked into the city.

Yang Jian activated the Fa Tian Xiang Di technique, and his perception was extremely sharp. He rolled his eyes in annoyance, hooked his fingers, took out the three souls from Jörmungandr's body and threw them to Su Yan.

He clasped his palms together and squeezed Jörmungandr's body into thin strips, then stuffed them into Roaring Sky Dog's mouth. Roaring Sky Dog sucked hard and swallowed it into his stomach like powder, and burped happily.

The god and the dog nodded slightly to the people of Cangnan, then turned into two golden streams of light and left.

.................

The top of a tall building,

Nezha, the little boy in red, watched from afar and felt very jealous.

This great supernatural power that controls the heavens and the earth shocked the three realms. It was so powerful that it was incomparably handsome!

But I just can't do it.

Although, even when the Immortal Court still existed, those who could possess this magical power were all overlords in a certain area, and there were very few of them, so it was not shameful not to know it.

But he is different from others!

I don’t have many close friends in heaven, only Erlang Shen and the Great Sage... It’s strange that both of them know this trick!

There is a saying among mortals that goes, "I'm not afraid of my brothers suffering, I'm just afraid of my brothers driving Land Rovers." As a result, all his good friends drove Land Rovers, leaving him alone to worry.

It’s so sad!

"Using anti-aircraft guns to kill mosquitoes is a waste of divine power... and 'I only used one move', how pedantic and disgusting!"

Nezha imitated Yang Jian's tone and muttered a few words, then curled his lips in disgust, and two sharp rays of light in his eyes penetrated the endless distance and looked into the distance.

"Hey, this is Hades, all fuming? Death Rule isn't easy to kill, you're lucky."

"The shirtless guy holding the dung fork is... oh, Poseidon."

Nezha nodded slightly, performed two gun dances with the pocket gun in his hand, and suddenly jumped down from the roof. While he was in mid-air, two golden wheels appeared happily at his feet.

The fire flashed gently and appeared thousands of miles away.

After three flashes, the scene in front of me suddenly changed. A salty and wet smell hit me in the face, and huge waves were rolling under my feet.

A young man stood on the waves, his face as calm as water. With a light wave of the sword in his hand, he split the huge wave into two.

The sword energy spans thirty thousand miles, and the sword light chills fourteen states.

Chapter 250 Broken Copper and Iron