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

To stop the fog from encroaching, almost the entire Nyx lineage was sacrificed.

Surprisingly, this ferryman of the Styx survived and even recovered from his injuries.

How did he do that?

"You came to Great Xia to inquire about Mother's whereabouts because you're afraid she'll cause trouble for Olympus after she returns, aren't you?" Charon asked coldly.

"Do you know the whereabouts of the goddess of night?" Hermes asked tentatively.

Charon gripped his black steel fork tightly, nodded, and said, "I know. Come here, and I'll tell you."

Hermes took two steps toward Charon, then stopped and laughed when he saw the black steel fork clutched tightly in Charon's hand. "Heh heh, Charon, the killing intent emanating from you is far too strong."

Charon's eyes turned cold as he said, "How many innocent lives have you high and mighty Olympian gods sacrificed to prolong your lives in the mist!"

"I will make Olympus pay for its blood debts, and today I'll start with you, Zeus's lackey!"

boom!

Charon's black steel fork swept away the malevolent energy and stabbed fiercely at Hermes.

Hermes used his caduceus to block the attack, but the terrifying force of the blow sent him staggering back several steps before he regained his footing.

He looked at Charon in shock. When did this guy become so strong?!

Charon felt his strength increase and couldn't help but marvel at how amazing the Styx River of Oblivion of the Great Xia Dynasty was!

The dense aura of the underworld not only quickly healed his injuries but also greatly enhanced his strength, making him even stronger than an ordinary god.

Praise be to the River of Oblivion!

Seeing that Charon's strength had increased, Hermes decided not to confront him head-on.

In terms of fighting, he was basically at the bottom among the twelve Olympian gods, but in terms of speed, few could catch up with him.

Since we can't beat them, we'll win with speed!

Swish!

Hermes flashed and in the blink of an eye, he had already grabbed Lin Qiye by the neck. With just a little force, the kid would be dead.

Charon was clearly slower than Hermes, and before he could react, Lin Qiye had already fallen into her hands and become a hostage.

“Having brute strength is useless; fighting requires using your brain.” Hermes looked at Charon with a mocking expression.

"The twelve Olympian gods, messengers of the gods, only know how to use such despicable means to take a child hostage?" Charon questioned.

Hermes laughed and said, "Just tell me whether it's useful or not."

Charon hesitated for a moment, not daring to make a move.

Lin Qiye is probably the only person in the world who knows the whereabouts of the Goddess of the Night, and his loss is not to be tolerated.

Before Charon could reply, a terrifying divine power emanated from Lin Qiye, directly injuring Hermes, who was holding him hostage.

"You dare touch my child? You're asking for death!"

Chapter 262 Siege

boom! boom! boom!

The power of the curse spread out, and the dark angel Bo Ye was forced to retreat repeatedly by Hou Qing, unable to defend herself at all.

Bo Ye, who was at the God Realm, was no match for Hou Qing, who was at the Half-Step Supreme Realm.

The key is that Hou Qing not only possesses a strange and evil curse power, but his physical strength is in no way inferior to that of the supreme god.

Despite using all her strength, Bo Ye couldn't break through the defense and could only defend passively.

Shen Qingzhu raised an eyebrow as she looked at Hou Qing, who had white hair and exuded a sinister aura in the air.

"This Houqing Corpse Ancestor seems to be much stronger than when we encountered him in Fengdu."

Gu Tianchen said with a smile, "He was still in a sealed state before and couldn't unleash his full strength, but now he's at full power."

"The soul of the first ancient ferocious beast Hou, combined with the body of a great shaman and the power of the curse of the Corpse Ancestor, makes him no match for ordinary gods."

Shen Qingzhu looked up at the sky with envy, wishing he could become that strong someday.

Gu Tianchen looked at the fallen angel in the sky and asked, "What does that woman want with you? It can't be because she's taken a fancy to you and wants to kidnap you to become her live-in son-in-law in hell, can it?"

"If that's really the case, then you should just go along with it. After all, with your status as a perpetual single person, it's indeed a bit difficult for you to find a partner."

"Pretend to agree to her first, trick her into having a bunch of little devils with you, and take the opportunity to take over the entire Satanic Hell."

"If the Great Xia Dynasty is ever in trouble in the future, the new Demon King Shen Qingzhu will give the order and lead a million-strong demon army back!"

"I've even thought of a nickname for you: Lonely Angel. What do you think?"

Shen Qingzhu: ...

"Read fewer Dragon King novels; they're bad for your brain."

hum!

Bo Ye's black wings flashed behind her and she vanished instantly.

"Want to run?"

A series of curses rippled through the air, and Hou Qing's figure also vanished into the void.

Amidst the mist, the black wings on Bo Ye's back flapped wildly, transforming into a streak of black lightning as she fled.

Hou Qing pursued relentlessly, and streams of curse power emanated from his palm, clinging to him like maggots, constantly hovering around him.

As the power of the curse eroded, although the wings on Bo Ye's back were still flapping, their speed began to slow down visibly.

Hou Qing appeared unhurriedly in front of Bo Ye and asked with a smile, "Keep running, why did you stop?"

Bo Ye's black wings flapped incessantly, dispersing the surrounding mist, and she hovered in mid-air, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Heh, now it's you who should be running away."

"Aren't you two going to show yourselves?"

As soon as Bo Ye finished speaking, two figures appeared in the mist.

A shirtless man, covered in eyeballs, exuding an air of nonchalant elegance.

A figure with black satin blindfolds, dressed in a black divine robe, exuded a dark and eerie aura.

Two figures, one on the left and one on the right, joined forces with the dark angel Bo Ye to encircle Hou Qing.

Faced with the combined attack of the three main gods, Hou Qing remained calm and said with a smile, "So that's why you stopped running. There was an ambush."

Bo Ye looked at the bare-chested deity covered in eyeballs and introduced him: "This is Vayu, the Indian wind god."

boom!

Fa You's eyes all looked at Hou Qing at the same time, radiating awe-inspiring divine power.

Bo Ye continued, "This is Hodr, the Norse god of darkness."

Although Hoddle's eyes were covered with black satin, he could still accurately "see" the position of the Rear Minister.

Hou Qing stretched out his hand and waved it at him, asking with a smile, "Brother, are you really blind or just pretending?"

Hoddle snorted coldly and did not reply.

Hou Qing said with a disappointed look, "I thought they were two fallen angels, but they turned out to be two bystanders watching from the sidelines."

"Even if the three of you join forces, you're no match for me."

Hou Qing looked at Bo Ye with a mocking expression and asked, "Do you have any more capable helpers?"

Enraged by Hou Qing's sarcasm, Feng Shen Fa You unleashed a blue beam of light from all his eyes, unleashing a barrage of wind blades like raindrops at Hou Qing.

Hou Qing closed his eyes tightly and opened his arms, like a free traveler welcoming the storm, letting the wind blades strike his body.

Clang clang clang clang!!

A series of metallic clanging sounds rang out, but the seemingly fierce wind blades did not cause much damage to Hou Qing; even his black clothes remained intact.

Fa You was completely dumbfounded. So hard?!

Hou Qing casually patted the wrinkles on his clothes and said seriously, "I think you shouldn't be called the God of Wind. You should change your name to the God of Sha."

Fayou raised an eyebrow. "I'm not Set, so why should I be called the Sand God?"

Hou Qing explained with a smile, "It's not the 'sha' in 'you are the wind and I am the sand,' it's the 'sha' in 'gua sha.' Do you understand gua sha? It's a massage technique."

Bo Ye solemnly said, "This guy's defense is extremely strong, and his methods of cursing are very strange. We are no match for him in a one-on-one fight."

Hou Qing smiled and said, "Then all of you can come at me together."

The three gods exchanged a glance and launched an attack on Hou Qing from three different directions.

Hoder, possessing evil and dark power, entangled the curse power released by Hou Qing.

Bo Ye, skilled in close combat, drew a demon sword and used it to restrain Hou Qing.

The incredibly fast Wind God Falcon uses its speed to constantly move around and harass enemies from a distance.

The three gods from different pantheons worked together seamlessly and temporarily restrained Hou Qing.

However, although the three of them managed to restrain Hou Qing Shi Zu, they still couldn't break through his defenses.

Even when Bo Ye, one of the nine fallen angels with the strongest attack power among the three, unleashed the Sword of Judgment, it did not cause much damage to Hou Qing.

Hou Qing looked at the three people around him who were constantly scraping their skin, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

With the seventh level of profound skill and the body of a great witch, even a god-level being cannot break through his defenses.

During the years he was sealed away, under Hou's body-tempering method, Hou Qing not only repaired his damaged body, but also improved his physical defense.

Of the four Corpse Ancestors, apart from Jiang Chen, who was a freak, he was the toughest.

Even Ying Gou, who had relied on the Netherworld Blood Sea to temper his physique for many years, was not as physically strong as him.

After all, he was Houtu's younger brother. His bloodline was only slightly weaker than that of the Ancestral Witches. Like Jiufeng, he was one of the two Great Witches with the purest bloodline.

Now, with the blessing of the Hou, Hou Qing's physique is infinitely close to that of the Ancestral Witch, almost reaching the strength of the eighth level of the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique.

He didn't take the mere three main gods joining forces seriously at all, after all, the foundation of the ancient witch clan and the first ancient ferocious beast was undeniable.

Moreover, after becoming the Corpse Ancestor, he possessed the unpredictable power of the Curse Law, although he couldn't defeat his opponent in a short time.