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

And this mere human being, with his weak body, actually possesses a completely new law alone, which is simply courting death.

He can only strike out three swords at most. After three strikes, he will completely disappear, but there will be another way to become a god called [Sword] in the world.

Now, there are only two swords left!

God Amon's eyes were filled with fear, but at the same time, a hint of greed flashed in them. He was determined that as long as he could withstand the remaining two swords, then at the moment when the Daxia people became Taoist, he would have the opportunity to intercept the law of the sword and possess new laws from then on.

The law of no other competitors on a path!

The Supreme Sword God, Amon!

Divine light suddenly burst forth, dazzling and brilliant. A scepter forged from pure gold pierced the air, emerging from the outline of Donghai City and landing firmly in his palm. Amon raised the scepter high, and in an instant, a faint light gathered before him, slowly forming a deep, boundless black hole of space and time.

Swallowing space, swallowing time.

At the same time, the green sword energy penetrated the sky and earth and struck again.

With the second sword strike, Zhou Ping's body became one third thinner again.

God Amon roared to the sky, and the black hole expanded and expanded, smashing towards the sword energy: "Come, I want to see..."

"laugh."

A familiar voice suddenly echoed, and the sharp sword energy was like the light of dawn, instantly tearing the black hole apart, and with the force of thunder, it split Amon's body in two from top to bottom.

Then, the golden scepter shattered with a ping, and golden light splashed into Amon's body, bringing his two parts together, and his eyes opened again.

This time, there was no greed in his eyes, only horrified despair.

He did not dare to hesitate at all, turned around and fled madly into the depths of the fog, but his spiritual sense saw that Zhou Ping completely ignored the transformation of his body and was about to strike out the third sword.

"Crazy, crazy!"

God Amon was terrified. This time, there was no magic scepter to protect him. If he died, he would really return to chaos.

He hurriedly withdrew his divine power and smashed the map of Donghai City to the ground.

The three thousand square kilometers of land plate fell down like an arrow from a bow. The strong feeling of weightlessness made people dizzy in an instant. Millions of people crawled on the ground, trembling, losing all their sanity and left with only boundless fear.

When faced with a natural disaster of this magnitude, human sanity will be completely devoured by fear, and people will lose their ability to think. The only thing they can do is scream.

For the first time, a ripple appeared on Zhou Ping's calm face. The offensive paused, and the Dragon Elephant Sword in his palm shot out, appeared below the city, and pierced into the territory.

With the sword as the center, the sword energy and green light spread out with a boom, lifting the entire city up again.

Zhou Ping's figure faded again, but he didn't care. He pointed his sword in the direction of Daxia: "Go."

The Dragon Elephant Sword trembled slightly, and the sound of the sword resounded through the sky. Even if they did not understand swords, tens of millions of people could still hear the deep sadness in it.

"Old friend, I can't go back."

The Sword Saint shook his head, raised the corner of his mouth, and said softly:

"Go, take them home for me."

Chapter 375 My name is Zhou Ping, I will live my life in peace

"Don't chase me. You don't have a sword anymore. You can't beat me."

"Go away! I swear on my godhead that I will never approach Daxia again in this lifetime. Isn't that enough? What else do you want from me?"

"Let me go, let me go this time."

"Please..."

The god Amon ran for his life in the fog, trying his best. The artifacts he had accumulated in the first half of his life were shattered one after another to restore his divine power, but he was still unable to escape the killing god behind him.

He was afraid.

He begged for mercy, swore, and offered compensation without caring about his reputation, but all the words were so pale at this moment, the human completely ignored him, and his determination to kill him was as firm as a rock.

God Amon was a little confused.

I don’t understand why a human can become a god, why he can have strength comparable to that of a main god in the early stages of obtaining the law, and why he would rather give up a glimmer of hope and kill him even though there is a glimmer of hope.

"I've clearly sworn an oath that I will no longer pose a threat to your Great Xia. Why do you want to perish together with me? Why do you want to kill me all?!"

He didn't understand, but if Su Yan was here, he would definitely understand.

No matter how kind Zhou Ping is, his kindness is reserved for those he cares about. To his enemies, he is essentially a swordsman, an extremely pure swordsman.

He practices kendo!

What is the way of the sword? Being fearless and moving forward courageously is the proof of a swordsman's understanding of the way, and it is also a kind of pride in one's bones.

What is sword cultivation?

Only when you have a clear mind for sword can you be a sword practitioner!

Sword cultivators possess the strongest attacks in the laws of heaven and earth, the most carefree attitude... and also the most persistent obsessions.

In conclusion, my words are as heavy as a rock, and my words are as strong as a mountain. If there is injustice in the world, I will kill it with one sword... If I say I will kill your whole family, I will definitely kill your whole family!

If I can kill him on the first day, I will never wait until the fifteenth!

If I don't kill them all, I won't feel clear-headed and happy.

Zhou Ping was like this at the moment, his body was on the verge of collapse and shattered, and he was filled with a strong aura of death. But the closer he got to the God Amon, the more dazzling the glass sword heart in his chest became.

As he ascended the Sword God Stairs, he made three wishes.

One wish: To kill the God of Yellow Sand and save Daxia from the shame of his bullying and humiliation.

Second wish: To kill the god Amon to avenge his attempt to encroach upon and annex the territory of Bactria. (×)

The third wish: to protect the territory and not give up an inch of land, to take back what is lost and bring them home!

Now, two of his three wishes have been fulfilled, and this last wish is the only obsession that allows him to survive in the world.

"Ding!"

The sound of the sword tinkling was light and melodious, echoing endlessly between heaven and earth. However, to the god Amon, it was like a death spell sent from the underworld, making him feel as if he was sinking into an icy cellar and trembling uncontrollably.

God Amon turned around suddenly, his eyes wide open with anger, and with the remaining divine power he had, he created nine deep black holes of time and space around him, swallowing up time, space, and all the light around him.

Everything is in chaos, as if returning to the original state of the universe.

This is his most hidden secret weapon. Over the endless years, he refined the nine black holes in the universe and finally created this devastating magical power, which he named "Chaos".

This magical power can devour all power and light sources, even time. This is also the most critical reason why the Sun God has always been afraid of him and dared not act rashly.

However, every time this technique is used, it will cause irreparable damage to the nine black holes. Now, God Amon has fallen into a desperate situation of life and death, and has no choice but to play this last trump card.

In an instant, the birth and destruction of the universe continued like a dream bubble, flowing and changing endlessly.

Zhou Ping was trapped in a web woven by brilliant stars. Each star seemed to be an independent little world, shattering and reorganizing in the endless void.

In an instant, he seemed to be drawn into the vortex of time in the universe, and went through the long changes spanning hundreds of billions of years. However, human life is just a flash in the universe, so short that it is almost unreal and cannot withstand such a vast and boundless span of time.

Then, his body began to be erased.

Zhou Ping was filled with doubts as he watched helplessly as he gradually turned into tiny dust and finally dissipated...

God Amon breathed a sigh of relief, collapsed to the ground, and looked at the chaos around him in confusion.

"Is he finally dead?"

The Yellow Sand God had fallen, and the Great Xia Plate had been snatched back. He had played all his cards, and his divine power was severely overdrawn. Due to his lack of faith, his recovery to peak power was a distant prospect. He might never be able to make up for this loss...

The most important thing is that he didn't know where to go.

Returning to Egypt in such a seriously injured state would be like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth. The sun god would surely eat him up bite by bite, without wasting a single drop.

"Damn, lunatic, damn, lunatic..." he kept repeating.

"Ding!"

The sound of the sword rang out again, and instead of being absorbed by the black hole, it became even clearer.

Then, in the chaos, a thin line of green light suddenly appeared, and a sword cut through the chaos, splitting the sky and the earth, and then emitting a bright light, finally as dazzling as the rising sun.

The pupils of God Amon were shrunk into a line by the strong light, and before he could react, a thin line of green light suddenly flashed through his eyes.

Zhou Ping stood behind him with a bright green light flashing, his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent.

The god Amon's eyes were dull, and his body gradually turned into ashes, floating towards the sky like light smoke, and finally disappeared.

Then chaos disappeared and the world returned to its original state.

Zhou Ping breathed a sigh of relief, his mind suddenly clear, he felt extremely refreshed, every pore in his body felt refreshed, the corners of his mouth raised higher and higher, and finally he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Hehe... Hehe, who says you can't kill people without a sword? I am the sword!"

"Hey, why does this sentence feel weird?"

He smiled and looked around cautiously. When he found that there was indeed no one around, he boldly blurted out a curse word that he had never uttered in his life.

"Fuck...I'm so awesome."

"If Heaven had not given me Zhou Ping, the sword path would have been like a long night for eternity!"

"Holding the stars and picking the bright moon, there is no one like me in the world!"

"Hahahaha~~~ It's a pity that this damn fog has blocked the sun. Otherwise, the sunlight would shine on me right now, lengthening my shadow. I would put my hands behind my back and look up at the sky. How cool and elegant would that be."

"Well...it doesn't matter. If the light doesn't come, then I will go find it myself."

Zhou Ping's figure flashed and appeared in the clouds.

At the end of the sky, a bright sun spewed out thousands of feet of golden light, bathing Qingguang Zhou Ping in dazzling gold.

"What a handsome exiled immortal." Zhou Ping looked at himself with satisfaction, boasting and rejoicing... After an unknown amount of time, he slowly put away his smile and sighed softly:

“Unfortunately, I haven’t seen enough of this world.

"But it doesn't matter. My students will probably look at this world for me..."

The green light dissipated, and from the bottom up, it turned into starlight that floated towards the sky. Zhou Ping turned into the Tao and disappeared.

"Goodbye, my name is Zhou Ping, the ordinary Ping.

"No, I will live my life in peace with a raincoat and mist."

"..."