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

During the week that Lin Qiye transferred to the school, Gu Tianchen was not idle either. He had already made some progress in cultivating the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique with his newly reconstructed body.

He barely managed to reach the threshold of the first stage of Xuan Gong, and his current physical strength is no less than that of the masked man in front of him.

Without this backing, would he dare to go head-to-head with the masked man?

"Roar!"

The masked man roared and quickly stepped forward, raising his giant palm to smash down on Gu Tianchen.

That's it! My buddy's done for!

Li Yifei could already imagine the scene of his best friend being filmed as a fake friend, and then it would be his turn next. A deep sense of despair welled up in his heart.

But the next second, something unexpected happened.

Gu Tianchen braced himself against the giant palm with one hand, and while the masked man was still in shock, he threw a punch, sending it flying. The bloated body rolled several times on the ground.

Li Yifei was dumbfounded. This was completely different from the script he had imagined. This kid had actually knocked the monster away!

Is this reasonable? !

"Roar!"

The masked man stood up on all fours, shook his head, and continued to roar as he charged toward Gu Tianchen.

Gu Tianchen's eyes turned cold. He rushed towards the other party, dodging its attacks, and jumped onto its back. He locked one arm tightly around its neck, while his other hand, with a fist the size of a sandbag, slammed into the pale, distorted face of the masked man.

This is the masked man's most fatal weakness.

"Roar! Roar!"

The masked man screamed in agony as Gu Tianchen beat him, trying to shake him off, but the other man's chokehold was too tight, like a piece of chewing gum that he couldn't get rid of.

On the other side, Lin Qiye held half of a guide cane, blood seeping from his temple, forced into a corner by the masked man.

Hearing screams behind him, Lin Qiye could not see, but he still felt that Gu Tianchen was rubbing the masked man to the ground.

Seeing the masked man closing in on him, Lin Qiye's anger, which had been suppressed for many years, finally erupted like a volcano.

"I don't agree!"

boom!

A golden beam of light erupted from Lin Qiye, carrying an aura of supreme holiness, illuminating the night as bright as day!

Scorching, holy, powerful—the divine might of the Seraphim Michael erupted from Lin Qiye.

Meanwhile, inside the Pangu Temple, a crack began to appear on one of the giant statues of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Immediately afterwards, cracks spread across the entire statue like a spider web, and a flash of crimson light appeared, instantly shattering the bluish-gray statue.

boom!

A crimson beam of light shot into the sky from Gu Tianchen's body, like a burning sun, radiating endless flames, and terrifying high temperature instantly spread out.

A colossal figure appeared in mid-air, engulfed in raging flames and covered in crimson scales. Endless flames formed sky-covering fiery wings behind it, making it resemble a giant humanoid tyrannosaurus, radiating ancient divine power. Its rampaging, world-burning might seemed capable of incinerating the entire world!

The crimson and golden pillars of light stood in stark contrast, painting the night in a mix of flames and golden radiance.

The enormous crimson figure, its eyes burning with fierce flames, gazed towards the moon.

On the moon, a gigantic six-winged angel, its eyes filled with golden flames, gazed upon Cangnan City like a furnace.

The sacred and ancient divine power intertwined and collided, the temperature rising higher and higher, as if to melt everything.

Seraphim Michael's gaze pierced through the endless void as he stared at the crimson figure, behind whom emanated a terrifying aura of divine power.

This powerful aura even surpasses that of Yeland, the leader of the Western Holy Church!

What kind of being is behind the crimson figure?!

boom!

Seven or eight seconds later, Seraphim Michael withdrew his gaze, and the golden pillar of light around Lin Qiye dissipated.

Seeing that the other party did not make a move, the enormous crimson figure also dissipated in the air, and the terrifying high temperature dropped instantly.

Gu Tianchen immersed his consciousness into the Pangu Temple, where the enormous figure spread its fiery wings, exuding an ancient and mysterious divine power.

If I'm not mistaken, this should be Zhu Rong, the fire god with the most fiery temper among the twelve ancestral witches.

The divine aura of Seraphim Michael just now must have been taken as a provocation by this person.

How could the gods who could break the pillar of Mount Buzhou with a single disagreement back then tolerate this?

"May I ask if you are the God of Fire, Zhu Rong?" Gu Tianchen looked up and shouted.

The enormous crimson shadow looked down and discovered the dwarf at its feet who carried the blood of the witch clan.

"I am Zhu Rong, little brat. Who was that birdman just now?"

"Senior Zhurong, could you please shrink a little? It's really impolite and inconvenient for me to be looking up at your crotch like this," Gu Tianchen shouted.

"So much trouble!"

hum!

A wave of flames swept out, and a young man with red hair burning like flames, bare-chested, with two fire dragons tattooed over his shoulders, and carrying a halberd wreathed in flames, slowly walked out of the flames.

Although he had shrunk, he was still over two meters tall, making the 1.8-meter-tall Gu Tianchen feel the oppressive aura of being above him.

"Where the hell did this come from?" Zhu Rong looked around and frowned.

Gu Tianchen tried to explain the current situation to the hot-tempered ancient fire god in front of him, and to explain who that birdman was, but he was stunned before he could even open his mouth.

Where should I begin?

He knew that the Xia Dynasty had a history of five thousand years, skipping over the story of Pangu creating the world and then going to the story of Nuwa mending the sky.

The problem is, the person in front of us is the very one who started the story of Nuwa patching up the sky!

If he hadn't fought with the water god Gonggong and beaten him to tears, Gonggong wouldn't have angrily struck Buzhou Mountain.

This would be too much work to explain!

Before he could speak, the boy remained silent for a long time. Zhu Rong said impatiently, "Speak up, or I'll chop you down with my halberd!"

A dark golden light shone from within the Pangu Temple and flowed into Zhu Rong's body.

Zhu Rong closed his eyes, as if digesting something.

A moment later, Zhu Rong opened her eyes, looked at Gu Tianchen, and asked, "What is our tribe called now... Great Xia?"

“Um… Lord Zhurong, times have changed. Now we call it a nation,” Gu Tianchen explained.

"I can't get used to it right away, let me get used to it. That bastard was called Seraphim Michael, right? None of these Outer Gods are any good, I'll go chop him up!"

Zhu Rong, carrying the Flaming Halberd, flew swiftly towards the outside of the Pangu Temple.

clang!

A dark golden barrier swept out, blocking Zhu Rong's path.

"Damn it, what kind of junk is this? How dare it block my way!"

Zhu Rong brandished his halberd, wreathed in flames, and slashed fiercely at the dark golden barrier!

boom!

The terrifying flames surged into a sea of ​​fire, the world-burning flames powerful enough to melt all things, yet they failed to damage the barrier in the slightest.

Under the protection of the Pangu Temple, Gu Tianchen, who was in the sea of ​​fire, was unharmed, but felt a little hot.

hum!

A dark golden halo spread out in front of Zhu Rong. After a long while, the latter walked up to Gu Tianchen with a grim expression.

"Senior Zhurong, are you... alright?" Gu Tianchen asked tentatively.

"Kid, whether I can get out or not depends entirely on you," Zhu Rong said angrily.

"Look at me?"

"Only when you collect nine different kinds of flames can I leave this place," Zhu Rong said.

Gu Tianchen raised an eyebrow. Isn't this the world of Godslayer? How did I end up with the script of Emperor Yan?

"Nine different flames. The temple didn't stipulate that your flame doesn't count, did it?" Gu Tianchen asked.

“That’s right, isn’t my Heavenly Divine Fire ready-made? You’re pretty smart, kid. Come here, I’ll pass on the Heavenly Divine Fire to you right now,” Zhu Rong said with a smile.

"No need," Gu Tianchen politely declined.

Zhu Rong frowned and asked coldly, "What do you mean, kid? You look down on me? Do you know how many talented young men of the Wu tribe cried and begged me to pass on the fire back then, but I didn't even bother to look at them!"

"Senior Zhurong, you misunderstand. At the very moment you were revived, I had already mastered all your supernatural powers. You can see for yourself."

boom!

Gu Tianchen stretched out his hand, and a purplish-red flame instantly shot out from his palm, like a leaping bonfire, never dying out.

Zhu Rong took a look and saw that although the flame in the boy's hand was still very weak, it was indeed his original fire, the Heavenly Divine Fire.

In addition to the [Divine Fire of the Capital], Gu Tianchen also obtained two other supernatural abilities: [Rebirth from Fire] and [Divine Fire Avatar].

[Rebirth from the Ashes: Each time you acquire a new type of flame, you can use that flame to initiate a rebirth from the ashes, completing one resurrection.]

[Divine Fire Clone: ​​Can create fire clones to aid in battle; one clone is created for each type of fire acquired]

【The Divine Fire of the Capital: The primordial fire of the Fire God Zhurong, which suppresses all other fires in the world and can greatly enhance combat power and explosive force. When cultivated to perfection, it can become a world-burning force】

Zhu Rong looked at Gu Tianchen in front of her. If every ancestral witch that was revived could obtain all of His divine powers, how powerful would a witch clan that had gathered the divine powers of all twelve ancestral witches be?

The moment Gu Tianchen unleashed the Heavenly Flame, Zhu Rong's exit condition was unlocked.

"Kid, hurry up and go out to collect different flames. I can't wait to have a big fight with those Outer Gods. If you have any questions about cultivation, feel free to ask me anytime." Zhu Rong laughed and patted Gu Tianchen on the shoulder.

"Thank you very much, Senior Zhurong. I will take my leave now."

Gu Tianchen's consciousness returned to his body and he found that the two masked men had been suppressed into mincemeat by the two divine powers that had just appeared.

Li Yifei was so frightened that he fainted and lay stiffly behind Gu Tianchen.

Lin Qiye had already opened his eyes, his burning golden eyes staring at him.

A man in a dark red cloak hurried over, looking somewhat bewildered at what he saw.

The two masked men died so fresh and clean?