Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

Zhang Yang said calmly, "So it's you, water gun. The four-star gun has been upgraded, but you should just go to the shop!"

The Shadow of God opened its eyes, its emotionless pupils locking onto Zhang Yang, and its spear swept across.

Zhang Yang neither dodged nor avoided, but turned to the side and kicked the gun.

boom!

The spear trembled violently, water splashed everywhere, and God's Shadow's spear was kicked off course, causing his entire body to sway.

Using the recoil from that kick, Zhang Yang flipped in the air and lashed out with his right leg like a steel whip!

This kick landed squarely on the Shadow of God's chest!

The inner flame within his dantian exploded violently, a wisp of crimson flame flowing along his meridians into his right leg, condensing into a crimson dragon inscription the instant it touched the chest of the Shadow of God—

"deficit!

The fire seal was injected into the body of the God's Shadow, just like a spark falling into an oil drum!

boom!

Crimson flames exploded from within the Shadow of God. The foundation of this Shadow of God's existence is the legend of Finn in Celtic mythology, an epic hero sung by millions, and the faith and memories accumulated over thousands of years.

boom--!

Golden light scattered and splashed everywhere, like a small sun exploding in the air, instantly engulfing the entire body of the Shadow of God!

Niaf was thrown backward by the shockwave, her tattered wings tumbling in the water, her whole body like a leaf swept up by a gale.

Using the recoil from the explosion, Zhang Yang leaped into the air, his body tumbling through the air, all his power, all his true energy, and all his flames converging on his right fist.

The inner flame in his dantian burned to its limit, transforming into a scorching red light that pierced through his arm and into his fist.

He paused in mid-air for a moment, like a shooting star about to fall.

In Niaf's pupils, the crimson flames drew ever closer.

"Inch Force - Heaven-Splitting!"

regret.

The Fairy Queen was utterly filled with regret.

Just a moment ago, she clearly had two choices.

One is seduction, using one's power to lure him, control him, and drain him dry.

The other is the corridor, which will teleport him back to the mainland from this fairy realm, giving him time to catch his breath and regroup.

She chose allure.

How could a hot-blooded young man resist his own charm?

The results of it?

What do you mean your XP is a two-dimensional character?

Summer ended amidst regret!

Chapter 41 A Thousand Miles of Marriage Connected by a Single Thread

Niaf turned into sparks and scattered in the wind.

The Mars twinkled with a warm light, like fireflies dancing in the night sky, rising one by one and mingling with the stars.

call--

A gust of wind blew by, and the sparks were scattered.

Zhang Yang stood still, when he suddenly felt something surging within his body.

A warm current surged into my chest, flowing through my meridians and throughout my body. The power was warm and gentle, like a slowly flowing river.

Click!

I could hear the sound of gears turning.

New power.

Zhang Yang closed his eyes and carefully felt the sensation.

It is power.

The power usurped from Niaf.

He calmed himself down and tried to understand the nature of this power.

The power of travel.

You need to visualize a destination in your mind, and then use "longing" as the driving force to instantly teleport to the location of your beloved.

You can travel alone.

It can also create dark, cave-like corridors that connect this place with that place, allowing you and others to travel together.

Over there...

Zhang Yang frowned, vaguely sensing that this power was not easy to control. Creating the Fairy Corridor required specific conditions, but he had no idea what those conditions were.

However, teleportation for a single person is quite simple.

He can only teleport to the side of the people he cares about.

As for how to open this corridor, he was not quite sure yet, but he had a vague feeling that some conditions needed to be met.

"Never mind, let's give it a try first."

The first person Zhang Yang thought of when he closed his eyes.

Elsa was nailed to a tree, a spear piercing her chest, and her soul floated in mid-air, laughing as she said, "Run!"

Longing surged in my heart.

"—The one destined to take me to that faraway place is here—"

As if drawn by something, the power within my body began to circulate.

call out--

The next second, he appeared in the castle courtyard of the Evergreen Kingdom.

The enormous sacred tree still stands, and golden runes still shimmer among its branches and leaves.

Elsa was still nailed to the tree trunk, the spear stuck in her chest, her eyes closed, her soul floating above her head. She was startled when Zhang Yang suddenly appeared.

Wow! What brings you out here?

Shh. Get down first, then we'll talk.

Zhang Yang walked to the sacred tree, reached out and grasped the spear, gathered fiery energy in his palm, and pulled it out with a sudden burst!

laugh!

The spear was pulled out, and Aisha's body slid off the tree trunk. Zhang Yang reached out and caught her, laying her flat on the ground.

The soul slowly sank and merged back into the body.

A few breaths later, Aisha opened her eyes, blinked, looked at Zhang Yang, and suddenly laughed: "I knew you would come back!"

"You're quite confident, even though your opponent is a god."

"Huh? But didn't my little brother defeat even the gods for my sake?"

"It's not entirely for you." Zhang Yang thought for a moment and said seriously, "Since I even defeated the god for you, have you ever thought about adding him to my harem?"

"Sorry, I don't want to join anyone's harem."

Elsa sat up and looked down at the wound on her chest. The blood had dried, and the wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The regenerative abilities of the Godslayer continue to function even when the user is unconscious.

Zhang Yang glanced at it and casually said, "Even if it were me, you wouldn't be willing?"

Aisha nodded slightly: "Yes, you may be a rare hero... but we are equals, and I have no reason to obey you!"

Zhang Yang didn't care about this.

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His goal in the Spirit Group was indeed to create a harem, but he only wanted a two-dimensional harem of Azure Paper Dolls. Although he suspected that Aisha was the octagonal nine-colored one from "One Kills Three Gods", he had not read it, so she was not a paper doll.

There's no need to force it, and this woman seems like a hassle.

"What are you planning to do next? Do you want to come back to the land with me?" Zhang Yang asked casually.

Aisha thought for a moment, then shook her head: "I plan to continue my travels."

"This place is big and beautiful, and there are many things I've never seen before. I want to go and see more places."

"Traveling is a wonderful thing, don't you think so, Zhang Didi?"

Zhang Yang hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you sure you're okay on your own?"

"I'm a god-slayer!" Elsa said, hands on her hips and head held high. "So don't worry, my little brother just likes to meddle!"

Zhang Yang looked into her bright, sparkling eyes and said nothing.

That's just how some people are by nature.

Always looking for new places, never staying in one place for too long.

Elsa is that kind of person.

“Actually, I’m not worried about you…” Zhang Yang’s lips twitched slightly.

He had a feeling that this woman's every move would cause disaster.

However, Zhang Yang rarely paid attention to her; he still wanted to try to go back.

Afterwards, Zhang Yang searched around and found that the castle was deserted, most of the fairies were dead, and there were corpses all over the ground, with various ways of dying.

It appears that he was killed by falling bricks from the earthquake.

It seems this person accidentally fell into the water...

"It's practically a complete collection of scenes from Final Destination."

Zhang Yang walked around the castle, kicked open several doors, and found a guy in the last study.

It was an old man wearing a gray robe, with a long beard that dragged on the ground, sitting at a desk writing.

When he saw Zhang Yang push the door open and come in, he looked up with a very calm expression, as if he had known that Zhang Yang would come all along.

"Oh, Godslayer."

The old man put down his pen and placed his hands, folded together, on the table.

"Are you here to kill me?"

"who are you?"

"A poet."

"……poet?"

"To be precise, he is a poet who has transcended his own destiny." The old man stroked his beard, his tone as if reciting poetry: "I abandoned my physical body and went to the underworld to live in seclusion with my spirit, and gained the ability to live forever. People like me will be called sages."

"I was originally a handsome man on earth, but I was kidnapped here by the goddess who lives in seclusion in the Netherworld, and that's how I was drained of my strength."

At this point, he sighed, "But I still sent my poetry collection to the ground, under the pen name E Xiang. You know my story..."

"I don't know, and I don't want to know," Zhang Yang said calmly. "Are there many people like you?"

"There have been many such people in history, such as Aristotle and Plutarch..."

"Wait a minute?" Zhang Yang became slightly interested: "Aristotle really existed. I always thought he was a fabrication by later generations using his name."

"Of course he exists; he's still living in seclusion in the Fairy Realm." The old man found it strange.

Zhang Yang immediately asked, "Did he really write more than a thousand books, covering the entirety of Western science?"

"Of course not," the old man said casually. "There wasn't that much paper back then. The power of fate is very strong, except for barbarians like you, of course."

"Then I'm relieved." Zhang Yang silently closed the door.

Three minutes later, the old man admitted that he was a member of the Donglin Party and had assisted the Western barbarians in stealing the Yidao.

Why the Donglin Party existed a thousand years ago is something you shouldn't ask.