Slay the Gods: Return of the Ancient Chinese Gods, Start with the Fuxi Plate

Between heaven and earth, there was only the sound of wind, waves, and endless chaos.

Residents within five kilometers of the coastline had already evacuated.

Only six Night Watchmen were left, standing on duty not far from the coastline, their bodies slightly leaning forward, their cloaks fluttering in the strong wind.

"Dad, these strong waves will surely crush me. I've only just graduated for a month and I've already died in the line of duty. I haven't even received much salary yet. It would be such a shame for me to die."

"You're just saying some unlucky shit."

The middle-aged man in a red and black cloak who was leading the group cursed, "You are still at the Chi realm, even if a fifty-meter-high wave hits you, it won't crush you.

"Also, when you're on a mission, call me Vice Captain! Set up the camera for me. If you miss any footage, I'll beat you to death when I get home."

Behind him, Zhang Wei, who had just graduated from the training camp, couldn't help but complain: "If I had known I would be transferred back home and still be treated like a dog, I might as well have been transferred to another city."

"With your training camp at the bottom of the league, are you going to be transferred to another city to cause trouble for the captain?" The middle-aged deputy captain snorted coldly, his tone sarcastic.

Zhang Wei's face darkened, and he turned away unhappily: "I quit, let someone else do it."

"Come back here!"

"I won't go back. You don't understand me at all!" Zhang Wei roared and walked away.

The other four Night Watchmen looked at each other, smiled bitterly and shook their heads.

The deputy captain has been a night watchman all his life. After his son awakened, he was also trained by him to become a night watchman. After graduating from the Cangnan training camp, Zhang Wei joined the team as a new recruit. He thought he could benefit from his father's help, but he didn't get any benefit at all. He had to do all the dirty and tiring work in the team on weekdays, and his mentality was a little broken.

The father and son quarreled every day and were almost about to draw their swords against each other.

"Qiang——!"

The deputy captain suddenly unsheathed the Star Blade in his hand, and a cold light flashed.

Oh shit, he really drew his sword... A group of night watchmen hurriedly rushed up to stop him, trying to persuade him that the child was still young and shouldn't do that.

The deputy captain shook off everyone's arms, pointed the tip of the knife at Zhang Wei's back and roared:

"I don't understand you? Every night when you go to the bathroom, there's no peeing sound but the sound of toilet paper and flushing. That's you peeing!"

The team members' faces darkened and they slowly looked at Zhang Wei's back with meaningful expressions.

"I was just wiping my nose!" Zhang Wei's body stiffened.

"Then why did you flush the toilet?! Dad also knows that when there's suddenly no sound in your room, it means you want to watch a movie with headphones on, bang bang bang!"

"That's me playing games!" Zhang Wei turned around and yelled heartbreakingly.

"Then why are you drawing the curtains?!"

The deputy captain took a breath and continued to roar in pain: "Every morning, when Dad sees toilet paper stuck on your X-neck..."

"Wait a minute, Dad."

Zhang Wei's expression suddenly hardened. He strode back, picked up the camera, and said righteously, "Dad, I'm sorry. I was wrong. Leave the filming to me. I will ensure that the task is completed."

The deputy captain sheathed his Star Blade and nodded in appreciation. "Keep working hard. If you quit next time, Dad will post this to the Night's Watch group and let everyone know."

"Okay, Vice Captain."

Zhang Wei nodded with a smile, and found that he couldn't even curse in his heart, and his eyelids were twitching because of holding it in.

The next moment, he inadvertently looked into the distance, and his expression gradually froze.

"Deputy Captain, can that guy withstand the huge waves that are ten thousand meters high..."

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed and froze in place for a moment, too shocked to speak.

Boom boom boom——!

On the horizon, a huge black wave that covered the sky and the sun swept in like the end of the world, filling every corner of the vision. The huge wave towered into the clouds, connecting the sky and the earth, carrying thunderclouds all over the sky, and roared and smashed into the shore with the power to destroy the world.

Several people held their palms with cold sweat and stood still with their heads held high.

At this moment.

A young man came with his head lowered, holding a sword box in his arms. The sword box was pressed against his chest. He took every step on the gravel road calmly and calmly. No matter how the waves surged, he remained unmoved and his heart was as calm as still water.

The waves crashed down on the young man, and his knuckles lightly knocked against the sword case.

"Ding."

The sound of the sword was crisp, like morning dew falling on frost.

A very thin cold light flashed in the chaos, and a sharp sword energy swept out.

The next second, the huge black wave suddenly solidified in mid-air, and then collapsed like a split mountain, turning into splashes of water all over the sky and dissipating with a loud bang.

The young man raised his eyes and said in a cold voice:

"There is a great Xia ahead, the gods forbid us to go ahead!"

...............

Cangnan City, abandoned area of ​​old city.

Su Jianqiang, whose legs were broken, sat upright like a pine tree with a solemn expression. His eyes were slightly open, and the golden light of divine power in his eyes surged like stars, shining brightly, revealing a breathtaking majesty.

Face to face, Yang Jin looked a little weak and gasped for breath.

"Look, I told you seven times a night and you wouldn't admit it."

Su Jianqiang frowned slightly, rubbed his swollen head, and said, "Take a break first. I feel like you can't hold on any longer."

"I will definitely be able to hold on. Every increase in my divine power will give me more confidence." Yang Jin's eyes were firm and his tone left no room for doubt.

"If you continue like this, your divine power will be unstable and in great danger. Once your divine nature collapses, who will resist the outer gods?" Su Yan shook his head, activated his divine power and pushed him three meters away, saying:

"Listen to my arrangements. You take a break first, and I'll use the power bank for a while."

Su Yan raised his hand and the little black scabby in the distance hung his head with a look of despair on his face. He stood up with difficulty, his limbs shaking like a sieve, and moved in slowly.

"Jiugao: Devouring things and devouring souls."

The little black cat collapsed to the ground, kicking the air wildly with its hind legs.

"Be gentle." Yang Jin sat cross-legged in meditation, his tone filled with heartache.

"Don't worry, I've checked it, it's strong and durable." Su Yan rubbed the dog's head and said in a serious tone:

"According to my calculations, the divine war will begin tonight. Why hasn't the Heavenly Venerable sent us the solution yet?"

"Why are you in such a hurry? I'm here."

Before Yang Jin could finish his words, a child's voice suddenly sounded outside the door. A young child in a bright red sweatshirt walked in leisurely with his hands in his pockets.

Yang Jin's expression froze, and he asked nervously, "Nezha, did you get the things?"

"Is there anything I can't get?"

Nezha took out a white cloth bag tied with a green rope from his back and threw it to Su Yan, saying proudly: "It's a human-made bag. Use it to carry what you want. It will be no problem."

Su Yan reached out to take it, and the heavy stone in his heart finally settled down a little. Only then did he have the mind to carefully look at the little Nezha in front of him.

She has a round baby face with big and lively eyes with upturned corners, short black hair that is messy and curly, and small buns on both sides of her head, like two little horns.

He always has a half-smile on his face and is always in a cool state.

Nezha noticed that Su Yan was looking at him, so he followed his gaze and raised his eyebrows in confusion.

Su Yan couldn't help but laugh and asked, "You are a little goblin, free and easy, eating people without blinking an eye... What's the next sentence?"

"You are the little goblin, what are you talking about!"

"You don't know how to do this?"

Su Yan curled his lips in disappointment, then suddenly his eyes lit up and he said:

"I'm so scared of the thunder rolling in the sky, it's hitting me like a piece of shit, but when I break through the heavenly tribulation, I laugh... What's the next sentence?"

Is this person seriously ill?

Chapter 221 The Master's Three Teacups

Outside Cangnan City, there were dark clouds, lightning and thunder, but the city was silent, as if two worlds were meeting here.

outside the city.

The Master stood still like a pine tree, gazing into the distance with an indifferent expression.

Behind him, countless military vehicles were lined up in an orderly manner, their gun barrels pointing straight ahead, and an austere and murderous atmosphere filled the air.

"Master, have some tea."

The servant boy walked out of the carriage lightly, holding a large teacup in his hand, and handed it respectfully to the teacher.

In the teacup, the tea was bubbling and exuding a faint fragrance. In his other hand, he was holding a small plate of exquisite snacks. He stood aside cautiously, his eyes full of concern.

"How do you use the teacup? Bring out my cups and plates."

The servant boy stood beside the Master awkwardly, explaining in a low voice, "Master, you don't have any more cups or plates. Everything that could be broken has been smashed. We only have this iron teapot left. Time is tight, and I don't have time to buy more."

"What a sin!" The Master held the teacup, puffed his beard, and smacked his lips in frustration.

"Well, a teacup is a teacup. It seems quite powerful when used."

He paused, looked off into the distance, and spoke in a low, distant voice, "That brat spoke with conviction, every word ringing true, but when the critical moment came, he vanished without a trace, leaving me, an old man, alone to defend this Cangnan land... What time is it now?"

"Master, it's four quarters past midnight (00:00)." The servant boy said respectfully.

The Master stroked his long beard gently, his tone indifferent and playful, "Well, that's very good. Both sides can stand facing each other like this, and neither side needs to start a fight. If we can hold out until the hour of Mao (05:00), I can then retire, having accomplished my mission, and save a lot of trouble."

Before the Master had even finished his words, a faint green light suddenly lit up in the open space ahead.

The green light spread rapidly, like a piece of paper ignited by flames from the center, quickly spreading outward and finally condensing into a dark green portal.

A person walked out slowly from the door.

He was tall and slender, wearing a dark green robe and a black cloak with golden lines outlining intricate patterns. He wore a pair of curved black horns on his head, and a faint smile hung on the corners of his mouth.

Standing in the distance, facing the Master from afar.

This old man has such a bad mouth... The Master sighed softly, turned to look at the servant, and said gently, "A friend has come from afar. I will discuss this with him first. Please carefully record everything I said and did with this friend. Perhaps it will become a good story in the future."

Upon hearing this, the servant nodded quickly and took out paper and pen.

"Human, give me the [Shiva's Grudge]. You have no gods in Daxia and cannot protect it." Loki smiled faintly.