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

Agni summoned a flaming greatsword with a flick of his hand, which swept across the sky with raging flames and slashed towards Nezha!

Nezha's eight divine weapons rained down on Agni, sending him flying backwards in a barrage of attacks.

"It's not over yet, get over here, young master!"

Nezha flicked his Hun Tian Ling, instantly binding Agni who was flying backward and pulling him back.

"Samadhi Fire!"

boom!

The surging Samadhi True Fire spread along the Hun Tian Ling and instantly enveloped Agni.

The intense heat of the flames instantly gave Agni, the god of fire, a long-lost burning sensation!

"what!!!"

Amidst the raging Samadhi Fire, Agni, the Hindu fire god, let out a painful wail.

……

After being thoroughly beaten by Sun Wukong, the Indian god of wine, Soma, also fled, attempting to sneak into the Great Xia from another location.

"Damn it, they're both monkeys, so how come the Great Xia Divine Monkey is so much better at fighting? That idiot Hanuman keeps clamoring to go up against Sun Wukong."

"Now look what happened, they not only beat him up, but they also took the seven of us with them."

"Seven in a row with one iron rod, when has the Temple of Heaven ever suffered such humiliation?"

Su Mo grew angrier the more he thought about it, so he untied the wine flask at his waist and took a delicious swig.

"Still drinking? I'm coming to get you!"

A sudden shout came from behind Soma, startling Dionysus so much that he almost dropped his wine jug.

"Who?"

Su Mo turned around and saw a handsome young man dressed in blue, holding an iron rod, whose features resembled Nezha's, staring at him.

"Where... Nezha?"

Soma looked at the other party with a shocked expression.

"You're half right. Huian, the messenger under Guanyin of the South Sea, is Nezha's second brother, Muzha. The South Sea is a place of quiet cultivation where drinking alcohol is forbidden."

Mu Zha slowly pulled out the iron rod from behind him.

"Tch, so it's Nezha's useless second brother. I thought I'd run into that god of war." Su Mo said with a look of contempt.

Muzha took a deep breath, "Phew~ Master said we must not break the precept against killing, but you outer gods are an exception."

The Buddhist aura around Muzha slowly faded, and the iron rod in his hand cracked as he gripped it tightly. The murderous aura that had been suppressed since the Investiture of the Gods erupted instantly!

Swish!

Mu Zha's iron rod swept up a terrifying gale as he swung it down fiercely towards Su Mo's head!

Su Mo was unable to dodge in time and was struck hard in the chest by the iron rod. He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, spitting out blood!

Muzha pressed his advantage, his iron rod brimming with immense power as he attacked Sumo.

A dazzling golden light emanated from Su Mo's body, blocking Mu Zha's attack.

Taking advantage of the moment when Muzha was blocked, Sumo quickly gripped the wine gourd at his waist and glared at Muzha, saying fiercely:

"You asked for this!"

Su Mo took a big gulp of wine, and his strength instantly increased.

Mu Zha gripped the iron rod in his hand and said calmly, "It seems this is going to be a tough fight."

……

A flash of light appeared, and Yama, the Indian god of death, secretly slipped into Chennan Pass while the gods were fighting.

"Fight, fight, the more the dies the better. I need a lot of undead power to increase my strength, hehehehe..."

Yama let out a sinister laugh, looking around Chennan Pass, "Hehe, so many souls, come in, come in!"

Yama took out a black bag from behind him, trying to collect the souls of the fallen heroes of the Great Xia Dynasty, but found that after absorbing them for a long time, the souls did not move at all.

"Strange? What's going on?"

A figure in a black imperial robe slowly appeared behind Yama.

"You Indian death god, how dare you presume to collect the souls of my Great Xia heroes? Do you take me for a dead man?!"

Sensing the familiar imperial aura behind him, Yama's heart skipped a beat, and he turned around slowly.

The Emperor of Fengdu stood with his hands behind his back, coldly looking at Yama, his gaze as if he were looking at a dead man.

"Yama, today, let's settle both our old and new scores!"

Chapter 629 Two Uncles?

"Cough cough cough..."

On the shattered earth, Hanuman, the Indian monkey god, was slammed into a deep pit by Sun Wukong's staff, which descended from the sky.

Hanuman stared helplessly at the sky with empty eyes, his face filled with despair.

A portly Hindu deity with an elephant's head and a human body slowly approached and extended a helping hand to Hanuman in the deep pit.

Ganesha, the elephant-headed god of India, laughed and said, "I say, monkey, you just lost to Sun Wukong, what's there to be sad about?"

"Agini and the other seven couldn't beat one of them, but at least you managed to exchange a few blows with Sun Wukong, which is really good."

Hanuman said calmly, "Brother Elephant, you don't need to persuade me anymore. Just let me lie down quietly for a while."

There's an old saying in the Great Xia Dynasty: "If you fall down, lie there a little longer..."

Ganesh looked at the listless Hanuman and asked with a look of disappointment, "Are you just going to keep wallowing in this depravity and living in Sun Wukong's shadow forever?"

"I just saw that Luo Hou has used the opening to teleport Sun Wukong to another place. Now is the perfect opportunity for us to invade the Great Xia and avenge you!"

"Heh, the Great Heavenly Court is full of experts. Even the Great God Brahma and the others were stopped. For the two of us to think we can break in is simply a pipe dream..."

Hanuman stared blankly at the sky, clearly traumatized by Sun Wukong's attack.

"Who said it was just the two of you?"

Swish!

A flash of golden light appeared, and a man with a bird's head and a human body, dressed in golden feathers, landed beside them.

Deity code 053, Indian deity, one of the Eight Legions of Devas and Asuras, Garuda.

Garuda crouched down and threw a golden feather into the pit towards Hanuman.

"It's just a monkey, why are you so scared? Get up with me, I'll take you back to the top."

"call!"

Hanuman gently blew a breath, dispelling the golden feather that was about to fall.

"My heart is ashen. My two brothers, there's no need to try to persuade me anymore."

With that, Hanuman rolled over and lay face down in the deep pit, finding a comfortable position to go to sleep.

Garuda's eyes darted around, and he asked with a smile, "Hakiman, we're both Haki monkeys, do you know why Sun Wukong is stronger than you?"

Hanuman said slowly, "Because he was born from a stone, while I am merely the son of the wind god."

Garuda smiled slightly, "No, no, no, the reason why Sun Wukong was able to become so strong is because he stole the peaches of immortality and the golden pills from the Heavenly Court of the Great Xia Dynasty."

"The Heavenly Court is heavily guarded, but Kunlun Ruins is not far from here. I just returned from the west, and the Queen Mother of the West was fighting with that group of fallen angels."

"Only a few fairies, weak enough to defeat even a demigod, remain in Kunlun Ruins. Let's seize this opportunity, steal the peaches from Yaochi, and you'll become as powerful as Sun Wukong!"

"At that time, you will be the strongest divine monkey among all the divine kingdoms!"

Upon hearing this, Hanuman's eyes suddenly lit up. He immediately sat up straight from the deep pit and asked with a curious expression, "Where is Kunlun Ruins?"

Garuda and Ganesha exchanged a glance and smiled slightly. Indeed, nothing could tempt a monkey more than a peach.

"Just follow me."

The three Indian deities secretly flew towards the Kunlun Ruins.

Three figures suddenly appeared in the clouds.

The six people looked each other over, falling into an inexplicable awkward situation.

Those three figures were none other than the three brothers from Lion Camel Ridge: the Green Lion, the White Elephant, the Golden-Winged Roc, and the Green Lion.

The Green Lion looked at Garuda, then at Roc. These two looked exactly alike; even their own mothers wouldn't recognize them.

"Third brother, what's going on? Are you trying to imitate that monkey and create a fake roc? It seems a bit like you're trying to ride the wave of popularity."

The white elephant looked at the roc and asked, "Third brother, could this be your long-lost brother?"

"Could it be that Buddha had two maternal uncles?"

"You two, stop talking nonsense. This guy is clearly Garuda. My mythological prototype comes from him. It's not surprising that we have similar appearances," Dapeng said speechlessly.

"Garuda? What an awful name. I think the Golden-Winged Roc sounds much better."

"The roc rises with the wind and soars ninety thousand miles high. When it comes to names, our Great Xia is truly majestic."

"Third brother, this guy is yours now. Don't let him embarrass our Lion Camel Ridge team," said Green Lion.

"Don't worry, if we really can't beat them, I'll just call my nephew over."

Dapeng reached out and grasped, and a golden light flashed, revealing a halberd in his palm.

"If only one Golden-Winged Roc can remain in this world, it will be me," the Roc said coldly.

"Humph, what a loud tone!"

Garuda flashed forward and charged toward the Roc, its sharp claws aimed straight for the Roc's throat!

The roc dodged to the side and struck Garuda's chest with its halberd, producing a metallic clang.

Although both are Golden-Winged Rocs, they naturally have different styles due to coming from different mythological systems.

Garuda has strong defenses and prefers to attack with its claws.