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

Zhou Ping's childhood was too miserable, which created a threshold in his heart that he could never cross, so he stopped at the peak of the human ceiling. Even if Ye Fan tried his best, he could not help him break through the last layer of window paper.

At this moment, Ye Fan's attack was thwarted, and only Zhou Ping could cause damage to the god, but that was all he could do.

With the assistance of the Goddess of Life, unless you kill them all at once, there won't even be a chance to fight back and forth to exchange injuries.

"boom--!"

As Ye Fan threw out his last punch after overdrawing his spirit, it dissipated in the divine power barrier surrounding God Amon like a drop in the ocean.

The last corner of Donghai City's territory entered the fog and disappeared bit by bit. God Amon left with the scepter in hand, and the God of Yellow Sand and the Goddess of Life followed silently. The figures of the three gods disappeared.

Ye Fan's fists were covered in blood, and he knelt on the ground dejectedly, tears streaming down his face.

In the sky, the golden Buddha clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and tears streamed down his face.

Millions of people in Donghai City looked up at the sky, in fear, confusion, and helplessness, but at the same time they were silent. At this moment, the city of millions of people was strangely plunged into silence.

The densely packed team of night watchmen stood there helplessly, not knowing who started it first. The convulsive sobs broke the balanced tranquility, and then the sobs spread like ripples, eventually turning into loud cries that tore through the night sky.

Zhou Ping was hanging in the air almost exhausted, his eyes staring blankly in the direction of the fog. His exhausted body was trembling slightly, and his face was full of confusion and helplessness.

After a moment, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his wrist and walked towards the fog.

"Zhou Ping!"

Ye Fan stood up suddenly, his eyes following Zhou Ping intently, his eyes full of expectation, hope, and even delusion.

But at the same time, there was deep self-blame, reluctance and guilt in the depths of his eyes.

This time, I'm afraid there will be no return... But how many people know that Zhou Ping is a child that Ye Fan has watched grow up. From a six-year-old child to a young man in his twenties, Ye Fan's eyes have silently followed him for nearly twenty years.

Zhou Ping stopped and looked at Ye Fan naturally with a hint of doubt.

When he noticed a hint of concern, he raised the corner of his mouth slightly, turned around and walked into the fog without hesitation.

"Zhou Ping, where are you going..."

The figure was gradually swallowed by the fog, and only a calm and resolute whisper floated out:

"Kill the gods... take them home."

Chapter 369 There will definitely be good news!

It was like the last whisper, yet so deafening.

Locked in, the ceiling of the human race in Daxia, a sword, a statue, a master, a rider, a nothingness in nothingness.

Wearing a colorful beach outfit and a pair of large sunglasses that covered half of his face, he lay dejectedly on the ground, looking at the gloomy sky.

After a long while, he said softly:

"Ye Fan, will Zhou Ping die?"

Ye Fan stared blankly at the direction Zhou Ping left, remaining silent.

Guan Zai: "Three gods, even if he tried his best, he wouldn't be able to hurt them at all, right? So he will really die, right?

"If he dies... then it's your fault. You dragged him into this thief ship. Zhou Ping never did a single bad thing in his life, did he? He died so young... You practice Zen, but you kill without blinking an eye. He practiced swordsmanship, but he 'sweeped the floor with a fear of harming ants, and cherished the moths that fly into the lamp.' He was more like a monk, wasn't he?"

Guan chattered non-stop, saying whatever came to his mind, venting all the frustrations in his heart:

"There are countless novels to read, and scrambled eggs with tomatoes for every meal. This is probably Zhou Ping's biggest wish in life.

"He's such a good man, as kind as a child, and you insisted on making him the Sword Saint of Daxia, and put all the pressure on his shoulders... Ye Fan, you will never let him down!"

"I...but Daxia..."

"Yes, yes, you are worthy of Daxia, but you are sorry for Zhou Ping. You will always be sorry for him. Didn't you say there would be good news? What is the good news? The good news is that Zhou Ping is going to die? The good news is that he was killed by the gods, so it would be more impressive to say it out? Good news..."

Guan Zai suddenly stopped his venomous words, looked at Ye Fan's appearance at this moment, and remained silent.

Ye Fan was already in tears, whispering to himself: "Yes, there will be good news..."

At this moment, the adjutant came galloping over from a distance and handed over the phone:

"Commander Ye, communication from the deputy commander."

Ye Fan reached out to take it, and put it dejectedly to his ear. Suddenly, Zuo Qing's roar came from the phone... Zuo Qing, who was usually gentle and elegant, and always looked like a refined scholar, shouted so loudly that his voice was hoarse.

One second, two seconds, ten seconds... Ye Fan's eyes gradually became firm, and the depths of his eyes changed from shock to ecstasy.

He stood up suddenly and rushed towards the underground weapons depot in Donghai City.

"All Night's Watch, follow me!"

"Guan Zai, give the authority to detonate the nuclear bomb to Su Yan, now, immediately, all!"

Yixuguan is here. Xu means virtual. His ability is just as the name implies. He can transform into code and exist in the virtual world. He is the absolute master of the data torrent. In front of him, any encrypted communication is transparent. As long as he wants, no radio wave can escape his monitoring.

This phone call also reached his ears. Guan Zai slowly sat up, staring blankly for a long time...

"What the hell... a nuclear bomb?"

..........

Hama City.

As one of the most intense border battlefields in Daxia and one of the most important strategic locations, heavy weapons are extremely abundant.

The Night Watch missile base, which covers tens of thousands of square meters, has only a handful of people stationed there.

In front of the underground passage, a petite girl was pacing anxiously, looking at the time on her wrist from time to time.

a moment,

A point of light suddenly lit up, ripples turned into a green portal, and Hongying walked out quickly.

The girl was delighted and hurriedly trotted towards Hongying.

"Master's wife!"

Hongying's eyes flashed with surprise, and she quickly stepped forward to hold the girl's hand: "Meiqin? Why are you here? Where is Sister Yuan Jing?"

Time was urgent. Miqin's forbidden ruins were activated, and the electricity in her body was piercing and humming. She pulled up the red tassel and rushed towards the weapons channel. As she ran, she said, "Master's wife, I am serving in Bin City. Aunt Yuan rushed to the front line. After receiving Aunt Yuan's notice, I have been waiting for you."

The weapons depot is just around the corner.

More than a dozen giant warehouses were lined up in a row, each one a hundred meters long. The heavy explosion-proof doors were half open, revealing the neatly stacked missile arrays inside.

The silver-gray projectiles shone with metallic luster under the dim light, with the conical warheads pointing upwards. Each one was so thick that it took several people to hold it in their arms, and was more than ten meters high, like sharp arrows ready to be launched.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of motor oil and metal, with an occasional hint of sulfur from residual gunpowder.

Mikoto said anxiously, "This is a nuclear missile, but everyone is on the front line. The base is seriously understaffed and there is no time to remove the warhead. I tried, but the ring you gave me doesn't have enough space, so I can't take it away."

"It's okay, we have this!"

A small leather bag as flexible as silk appeared in Hongying's hand. A circle of red gold thread was passed through the mouth of the bag, and three bells were hung on the thread.

Leopard skin!

One of Nezha's magical objects, it can hold anything and has an almost infinite amount of space inside.

The mouth of the sac opened, runes suddenly lit up, and nuclear missiles turned into streams of light, whizzing into the sac...

...........

Donghai City.

Yuan Gang brought a hundred night watchmen and dismantled all the missiles in Donghai City within a quarter of an hour.

After dismantling the rocket device needed for the launch, the warhead was only a little over one person tall, cone-shaped, and neatly stacked on the open space.

The huge space trick opened up, and a huge crowd rushed out.

In the crowd, Si Xiaonan sat on the ground with a pale face, her eyes closed, beads of sweat oozing from her forehead. She was already exhausted. More than a dozen Jinxu therapists quickly rushed over and formed a circle around her, and the light green mental power was continuously injected into her body like a trickle.

Ye Fan's eyes immediately turned to Su Yan, his expression filled with anticipation, but he was speechless for a moment, not knowing where to start.

Their eyes met, and Su Yan said firmly:

"Commander Ye, the gods of Great Xia! The Emperor of Fengdu, True Lord Erlang, the Great God of the Three Altars and Sea Assembly, the King of Amrita (Jinzha), and the Traveler Hui'an (Muzha) are all in the Egyptian temple right now. This battle... must be won!"

Ye Fan took a deep breath and nodded vigorously.

Lin Qiye stepped forward quickly and said seriously, "Commander Ye, I'd like to request permission to enter the fog to search for Teacher Zhou Ping. I hope you'll allow me to do so."

Ye Fan frowned and was about to refuse.

Although the Great Xia Night's Watch clearly stipulates that members who have reached the 'Sea' realm are eligible to enter the Mist to carry out missions, in reality, this threshold is merely the minimum. Throughout the history of the Night's Watch, the only ones truly approved to enter the Mist are those of a few renowned special teams.

The level of danger in the fog is completely different from the missions within the country.

It is a realm of the unknown and death. Even for the most elite Night's Watch squad, the moment they step into the fog, their survival rate will drop sharply to a shocking number.

The demise of Team Blue Rain serves as a lesson for us.

Su Yan shook his head and interrupted Ye Fan who was about to speak: "Commander Ye, let Qiye go."

Ye Fan looked at Su Yan in surprise.

Su Yan lip-synced and said silently: "Nyx..."

(Ps: Hehehehehe~~ Countdown to the May Day holiday: three!)

Chapter 370: The Great Xia God? The Egyptian Supreme God?

Egyptian temple.

Nezha was like a meteorite falling from the sky, creating a bottomless pit in the stone brick square. The bricks and stones cracked and gravel flew everywhere.

Su Jianqiang ran over to check and saw that Nezha had already jumped out of the deep pit. The blood at the corner of his mouth had dried, and his three-headed and six-armed Dharma body had been released. He looked up at the Sun God standing on the void, his little face as gloomy as ink.

At this time, the Sun God was fighting against three opponents at once in the sky, and he was gradually gaining the upper hand. Li Deyang was weak and was suppressed and defeated. It was only thanks to Yang Jian's varied magical powers that he was able to barely draw.

Su Yan looked worried and said in a deep voice:

"Brother Zha, are we going to lose? I feel like the King of Fengdu is not in good shape. This Sun God is like an indestructible cockroach. The more we fight him, the more excited he gets!"

Daxia's heavy weapons are gathering, but if they continue fighting at this pace, they are not sure whether they can hold out until then. Su Yan is really worried that one of them will perish, which is an unbearable price to pay! Even if they can completely annihilate the Egyptian gods, it is not worth losing any of them.

Nezha clenched his flaming spear and shook his head, "After all, this is the kingdom of Egypt. They have the temple's blessing and their divine power is boundless. Plus, the Great Summer Palace has not yet been rebuilt. Yang Jian and I dare not unlock more of the power of reincarnation. Otherwise, if the divine power gets out of control, the end will be death and extinction."

He pointed the tip of his spear at the Sun God and snorted coldly: