Slaying Gods: Ancestral Witch Agent, Starting with the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique

"My revered goddess, is this what you're looking for?"

Yiyu smiled slightly, slowly extended his right hand, and a trick swept out, the golden mask falling into his hand.

Loki?!

Best saw the treacherous power wrapped around the golden mask and instantly understood.

Loki was the one who helped the Whispering Spirits trap the Heroic Spirits. Loki even devised a trick to deceive his own senses and helped the Whispering Spirits take the Golden Mask without them knowing!

Damn it!

"My revered goddess, see you later!"

Best transformed into a golden light and rushed towards the dream, but the latter had already transformed into a dream and left. The three of them broke free from the dream and returned to the rooftop terrace.

"Quickly inform Gu Tianchen and the others that Yiyu tricked them into giving up the Golden Mask. Tell them to be extremely careful. I'm going to retrieve it!"

After saying that, Best transformed into a golden ray of light, sensing the nightmare aura left by the ramblings, and chased after it all the way.

Jialan looked at Jiang Er and said, "Let's go, let's go and inform the Sword Saint quickly."

"Ah."

The two hurried to the stairwell, only to hear the sound of high heels clicking.

tread!tread!tread!

"Ladies, where are you rushing off to in such a hurry?"

A charming woman in a red cheongsam, waving a folding fan, walked up with a smile and blocked the two of them.

"Leave this woman to me. Jiang Er, you go and inform the Sword Saint and the others."

Garan twirled his golden spear and charged straight for the seventh seat.

hum!

The golden spear pierced through the body of the seventh seat...

Afterimage!

The seventh seat appeared beside Jialan like a ghost, his folding fan flashing with an incomparably sharp cold light, and slashed across Jialan's fair neck like lightning.

clang!

A clang of metal rang out, and the Seventh Seat stared blankly as the sparks flew from his folding fan as it sliced ​​across Jialan's neck, leaving not even a scratch...

Are you kidding me? To withstand a blow from a being of the Boundless Realm with your bare body? Are you Yang Jian, who achieved sainthood through physical prowess, or the indestructible Great Sage?!

Is this guy even human?!

Taking advantage of the Seventh Seat's distraction, Garan launched a direct spear attack at her tail.

The seventh seatman hurriedly used his folding fan to block the Heavenly Spear, but was sent flying far away by Jialan's spear.

"Your Forbidden Ruins are really interesting. Let your older sister play with you for a while."

The seventh seat smiled alluringly, and with a flash, she transformed into several red phantoms that attacked Jialan.

Jiang Er hurriedly went downstairs, but suddenly sensed a murderous aura coming from the stairwell, so she quickly dodged.

Swish!

A flash of cold light, and the twelfth seat, who was hiding at the stairwell trying to launch a sneak attack, missed his target with a single strike!

Jiang Er gripped the straight sword in his hand, his eyes coldly fixed on the twelfth seat, who was also from the Sea Realm.

The twelfth seat's lips curled up slightly. "I didn't expect you to react so quickly, girl."

"Believers should all die!"

Jiang Er's straight blade flashed with a cold light as it slashed straight at the twelfth seat.

The twelfth seat blocked Jiang Er's weapon with his long sword, and the two engaged in a fierce battle.

Jiang Er's swordsmanship was light and agile, while the twelfth seat's swordsmanship was unpredictable. The two swords left afterimages in the air.

The twelfth seat slashed at Jiang Er's arm, but Jiang Er made no attempt to block it. Instead, he thrust his sword towards the twelfth seat's heart!

Trading injury for a life?!

This seemingly gentle and delicate girl is actually so ruthless?!

The twelfth seat hesitated for a moment, and Jiang Er seized the opportunity, slashing his wrist with a single blow, causing the long sword to slip from his hand.

Swish!

Jiang Er's eyes turned cold, and with a backhand slash, the twelfth seatman collapsed to the ground, clutching his bleeding neck, looking utterly unwilling and dying.

Swish!

Jiang Er wiped the blood off the straight blade and quickly sheathed it.

If Gu Tianchen and the others were here, they would definitely see that Jiang Er's sword-sheathing movements were exactly the same as Han Li's, clearly indicating that he had received Han Li's true teachings.

Jiang Er activated his ability, aligning the frequency of the spirit communication field with that of a radio.

"Sword Saint Senior, Captain, something terrible has happened! Yi Yu has stolen the Golden Mask!"

Chapter 221 Osiris, the Egyptian King of the Underworld

hum!

Zhou Ping unleashed a sword strike, but its power was significantly weakened by a strange black barrier of yin energy.

However, this sword still shattered the black Yin energy barrier, injuring the first and third seats behind it.

A cold wind swept away, and the first and third seats disappeared.

Zhou Ping frowned slightly, and with a flash, he appeared in the void.

He held his sword in one hand, hovering in mid-air, his face filled with vigilance as he gazed at the increasingly dense black aura of malevolent energy above Lintang City.

Dark clouds loomed over the city, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring, creating a terrifying scene reminiscent of the impending apocalypse.

From within the dark clouds, a ghostly city slowly emerged, accompanied by mournful cries like those of ghosts and wolves.

A sword rang out, and a sword aura several kilometers long slashed towards the ghost city in mid-air.

The black, ghostly city was cleaved open by this terrifying sword strike, and the screams of the ghosts grew even more shrill!

boom!

Countless black, malevolent auras spread out, and a black figure slowly emerged from the sword wound.

The newcomer was dressed in a black divine robe, his face withered and pale, like a corpse that had been dead for a long time.

A terrifying aura of death emanated from him; he was none other than Osiris, the Egyptian god of the underworld!

Osiris looked at Zhou Ping, who stood in the distance with his sword, with a hint of apprehension in his eyes.

"What an amazing sword! You must be the strongest mortal in the Great Xia Dynasty, right?"

Osiris's voice was a little hoarse, as if he had phlegm stuck in his throat.

Zhou Ping slowly raised the Dragon Elephant Sword in his hand, pointed it at Osiris, and said coldly, "Within the territory of Great Xia, gods are forbidden to travel!"

“Heh,” Osiris sneered, “No matter how strong you are, you’re just a slightly larger ant.”

"Mortals can never kill gods who are high above them. I see that you have good talent. After you die, I will make you into the strongest mummy in the world and use you for my purposes."

Swish!

Zhou Ping did not reply. Like a sword piercing through the heavens and earth, he swept up a sky full of sword energy and charged towards the dark ghost city that blotted out the sky!

"Unbelievable!"

Osiris snorted coldly, raised his hand and unleashed a palm strike. Countless ghostly death energies converged into a giant skull, which hurtled straight towards Zhou Ping!

boom!

The deathly aura of the underworld was instantly shattered by the terrifying sword intent, turning into gusts of yin wind that drifted away.

Zhou Ping unleashed a sword strike, leaving a bloody wound on Osiris, the Egyptian god of the underworld!

Osiris, who had dodged quickly but was still a step too slow, looked at his blood-soaked wounds in disbelief.

"How dare you, a mere mortal, injure me, the king?!"

Sensing something was amiss, Osiris's mind raced, and terrifying black shadows instantly appeared from the Netherworld Ghost City behind him, flying in all directions towards Lintang City.

“As long as I turn this city into a dead city and absorb the countless souls within it, my divine power will increase again. Then, what will you use to fight me?” Osiris sneered.

Zhou Ping gripped the Dragon Elephant Sword in his hand and looked at the mummies falling from all directions.

The one with silver bandages wrapped around his body is Wuliangjing, and the one with bronze bandages wrapped around his body is Haijing.

Osiris's move was extremely insidious, intended to disrupt Zhou Ping's composure.

Roar! ! !

A roar from the earth dragon resounded through the sky, and the First Seat revealed its true form, transforming into a wind-pulse earth dragon that blotted out the sun.

It was a size larger than the red beauty, with blue stripes on its gray skin.

The third seat stood on its back, his face somewhat pale; the Sword Saint's sword strike had still injured both of them.

However, earth dragons are tough and thick-skinned, and a fragile human like myself can't withstand them.

"Roar!!!"

Two more dragon roars rang out, and two enormous earth dragons soared into the sky. One had dark red patterns on its body, and the other had earthy yellow patterns.

Hongyan and Moyu, having absorbed the energy of the Wind Vein Earth Dragon's Absolute Earth Domain, both awoke from their slumber.

On the back of the red-faced woman stood Gu Tianchen, wielding the Fierce Dragon Halberd, and Lin Qiye, wielding twin swords.

Two Boundless Realm Earth Dragons flew in a crisscross pattern, coordinating perfectly as they chased after the Wind Vein Earth Dragon ahead.

Above ground.

The other members of the Fifth Special Squad, together with the members of Squad 008, stopped the attack of the believers and the mummy.

Seeing this, Zhou Ping calmly drew his sword and charged toward Osiris, saying in a cold voice, "I am not fighting alone."

"Hongyan, the Wind Vein Earth Dragon in front has already been wounded by the Sword Saint. Let's strike while it's weakened and finish it off with a cannon shot!"