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

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In a house in the old city, Lin Qiye suddenly appeared outside the house. His soul felt as if it was being cut into pieces, his whole body was shaking, and all he could see was a blur of chaos.

"Lin Qiye, your soul is about to collapse. I will seal you immediately. I can't wait any longer!"

"Merlin, please, wait a moment, just let me take a look."

Lin Qiye strongly resisted Merlin's control, stumbled into the door, and saw a familiar figure standing by the window at a glance.

She was completely ethereal, covered only by a thin layer of gold that could disappear at any moment.

"Xiao Qi, how did you get into this state?"

She ran over in panic, trying to help Lin Qiye up, but her outstretched hand passed through Lin Qiye's body.

"Aunt, aunt..."

Lin Qiye's heart was filled with pain and he burst into tears. He sobbed so hard that he couldn't say anything.

Auntie felt a pang of sadness when she saw Lin Qiye crying like a child.

She wiped her eyes, holding back her tears, and said in a teasing tone:

"Xiao Qi, you're still crying at this age? I'm already very satisfied that I can live for another ten years and see you grow up from a child. You're already a soldier, so you can't cry like this anymore. If people know, they will laugh at you, and you won't even be able to get a wife in the future!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

Lin Qiye burst into tears, coughed violently, and almost fainted.

My aunt was at a loss and kept comforting him, but it was of no use. Until one moment, she was suddenly stunned and felt that she was about to disappear.

Tears streamed from her eyes. She slowly reached out, hugged Lin Qiye with both arms, and put her head on his shoulder. She opened her mouth several times but swallowed it back. Finally, she could only reluctantly whisper:

"Auntie has prepared breakfast for you. There is egg custard in the pot. Remember to eat it while it's hot..."

The golden mist was like being blown by a sudden strong wind, and it scattered in an instant, turning into countless tiny golden light points, flickering and floating in the air.

Lin Qi tried desperately to catch it, but he couldn't catch anything.

The crying suddenly stopped, and he collapsed to the ground as if his soul had been taken away.

Only his eyes were still fixed on the window, his pupils continuously dilating until they completely lost their spirit, leaving only a void...

The world seemed to be silent for a moment.

At a certain moment, two illusory figures gently appeared behind him.

The woman held him in her arms distressedly, tears as big as beans dripping down like pearls from a broken string. She murmured comfortingly:

"Don't be afraid, Danados. Mother is here. Get some sleep. Everything will be fine when you wake up."

"Nyx, I've sealed his soul. There shouldn't be any aftereffects, but we must never try this again."

"It's all your fault. It's all your fault for not stopping him and letting him overdraw your strength!"

Merlin's mouth twitched, and he chose to remain silent like a gentleman.

As a gentleman, how could you have the heart to reason with a mother who is having a mental breakdown?

What's more, I really can't beat him.

He slowly walked to the window, looked up at the distant sky, and waited patiently. Finally, he caught a glimpse of the familiar figure in the outline of the clouds, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slowly.

"Nyx, I always advised you to just let the child go. This world is fake anyway, and there seems to be nothing worth clinging to.

"But today, I seem to understand something."

At this time, outside the window.

The golden light, like the rising sun, rushed into the room through the glass windows, and in an instant the entire space was bathed in a golden ocean.

Merlin's figure was stretched out, like a silhouette.

“The world may be fake…but love is real.”

Chapter 246: It’s too easy to pick a weak persimmon!

Time goes forward, about a few minutes ago.

The members of Team 136 returned to Cangnan ten years later. Wu Xiangnan led everyone to the rooftop of a high-rise building.

After correcting the time, I confirmed that I had spent an hour in that special space, but only seven minutes had passed in reality.

A little boy in red suddenly appeared in front of them. He glanced at the crowd and seemed not to find the person he was looking for. He turned around and jumped off the roof, disappearing in an instant.

Everyone was stunned for a moment and had no time to react.

The magic circle behind him lit up, and the late Hongying appeared in the magic circle. The little boy in red suddenly appeared on the roof again, glanced at Hongying, and turned around and jumped down again.

"God...mysterious?" Zhao Kongcheng looked confused.

Although there are many talented people among the night watchmen, no one has ever heard of a four or five-year-old child who can jump down from a building dozens of stories high and appear on the roof in an instant, so fast that people can't even blink.

"It can't be a human, right?" Wu Xiangnan also seemed a little flustered.

In mid-air, the little boy in red rolled his eyes, stepped on two wheels, and returned to the altar as fast as lightning.

The voice arrived first before the people arrived.

"Yang Jian, this is bad. That kid hasn't come back yet. What should I do?"

Yang Jin's eyes remained calm on the surface, but beads of sweat appeared on his palms. He said in a deep voice, "Wait, there's only a cup of tea left.

"If he doesn't come back, I will collect these millions of souls and go back to look for him."

Nezha made a bitter face and sighed, "After opening the altar to establish the cause and then collecting these millions of fruits, how can you spare the energy to go back to the river of time to find him?"

"I can break the laws and force the river of time to open."

"There is no chance of survival!" Nezha frowned.

Yang Jin cast his gaze towards home, a trace of pain inadvertently revealed in his eyes, and whispered:

"There's a saying among mortals that goes something like this... One who carries firewood for the people shouldn't let them freeze to death in the snow. I must do this."

Nezha scratched his head anxiously, threw the small flag in his hand to the ground, and suddenly a miniature red tassel spear appeared on his shoulder.

"I'm fine, at most I'll lose a few hundred years of reincarnation power, but you'll be dead... Yang Jian, what the hell is the power of good fortune? Just tell me, I'll go back quickly on my wind-fire wheels, and you still have a chance of survival!"

"Nezha, what you can't get, I can't get either, but I have a hunch that if Cangnan is safe this time, we are qualified to try to explore what the "power of creation" is..."

"How dare you say that I can't get it?" Nezha raised his eyebrows.

"That's what the monkey said."

Yang Jin thought of his old friend, whose whereabouts were unknown, and sighed:

"You don't know, but I once saw the power of destiny that Michael possessed in that monkey. After the monkey disappeared, that power of destiny went through countless twists and turns before ultimately falling into Michael's hands. I've always had a hunch that the reason Michael was able to ascend to the pinnacle for over a thousand years was perhaps because he possessed the unique aptitude and destiny to carry that power of destiny."

"You are speaking human language, but I don't understand!" Nezha scratched his head.

"It's not that I don't speak human language..."

Yang Jin was about to explain when suddenly, the last "Yaoguang" star map on the altar suddenly lit up and flashed continuously, sending some kind of urgent signal.

Yang Jin and Nezha were both stunned, and suddenly became excited.

Nezha frantically turned his head left and right, searching for something. Finally, he slapped his head, quickly lowered his head to pick up the small flag on the ground, unfolded it into the wind, and waved it, chanting loudly:

"The four seasons have their regularity, the seven political systems return to their positions; the Yin Fu and Yang Huo each return to their roots; where the Tian Gang points, the primordial spirit returns home!"

The Big Dipper in the sky lit up one by one. When "Yaoguang" lit up, Su Yan suddenly appeared in the last star map.

"Su Yan!"

Hongying ran over excitedly. Su Yan stretched out his hands and was about to grab her white and tender hands, but the scene in front of him changed.

Nezha stood in front of me.

Nezha:? ? ?

Su Yan withdrew his hand expressionlessly: (???)

Why did you teleport me here at this time? Can't you have a little more insight? ...Su Yan's face darkened and he rolled his eyes.

Yang Jin suppressed his excitement and took a step forward. Just as he was about to ask a question, he was stunned. He pointed at Su Yan and asked doubtfully: "Your leg..."

Damn, I didn't have time to switch to Su Jianqiang... Su Yan's expression was slightly tense, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind. He immediately showed an expression of disbelief and said ecstatically:

"Huh? Traveling through time actually allowed me to grow legs again! This is simply amazing!"

Traveling through time will only make you lose your legs, but you won’t be able to grow new ones... Nezha covered his face and turned his head away expressionlessly.

The corners of Yang Jin's mouth twitched twice, and he changed the subject with high emotional intelligence, asking the most important thing first: "Did you get the things?"

Su Yan handed the acquired human seed bag to Yang Jin: "All three artifacts are here. I counted them, and none are missing."

"it is good!"

Yang Jin suppressed his inner excitement and asked the second question with a trembling voice:

"[Creation]...Have you found it?"

Su Yan raised the corner of his mouth and nodded seriously.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Yang Jin said "good" three times in a row and clenched his fists tightly.

As Su Yan spoke, he looked up at the golden fireflies in the sky above Cangnan.

These fireflies are actually fragile existences that were formed after the souls of millions of people in Cangnan were assimilated with the mortal world's divine ruins. Any slightly stronger force could make them disappear in an instant, but now they are all intact, not a single one is missing.

Everyone really held on.

Su Yan looked up at the sky happily, but did not see the blue big-butt Domi angel. His heart sank suddenly and his eyes were fixed on Yang Jin.

Yang Jin waved the Seven Star Sword in his hand: "Don't be distracted, you must complete this last step perfectly. I will send you there now, don't make any mistakes!"

In an instant, the scene in front of Su Yan's eyes flashed, and he appeared in the courtyard where Su Jianqiang was.

In the middle of the yard, Su Jianqiang, whose legs were broken at the root, suddenly opened his eyes, his body turned into a stream of light, and rushed into Su Yan's body.

[Zen Seat] is reduced to dust in an instant.

Yang Jian's majestic gilded divine power surged out like a raging tide and exploded on Su Yan's body!