Slay the Gods: The spokesperson for Zhulong, starts with the God-killing Gun

Chapter 242 Qingyuan Miao Dao Zhenjun

High in the sky above the nine heavens, chaotic thunder flashed, like an angry dragon rolling in the air, making a deafening roar.

A carriage was suspended in the air, covered with scars, as if it had experienced a fierce battle, and every scar on the body told of the cruelty of the battle.

The carriage seemed to be on the verge of falling apart, but it still floated stubbornly in the air, as if holding the last line of defense.

Master Chen was also spitting blood at this moment, soaking his white scholar's robe, and he looked a little embarrassed.

A huge scorch mark from a thunder fist was clearly visible on his chest, the mark of Indra's powerful attack.

Master Chen's eyes were dim, as if he had been seriously injured.

But there was still an unyielding light in his eyes, as if telling Indra that he would never give in easily.

Opposite him in the sky, Indra, the god of thunder and rain, was standing on rolling thunder, with a thunder dragon on each side, entwined around his body.

The two thunder dragons were like his guardian beasts, emitting low roars as if ready to launch a fatal attack at any time.

Indra looked arrogant as he looked down at Master Chen, his eyes full of contempt and disdain.

"No matter how strong you are, you are just an ordinary ant. You dare to defy the heavens? You really don't know how to live or die! How dare you stand in my way!"

Indra's voice was like a towering mountain, carrying a powerful pressure that surged like a rolling wave, making Master Chen almost unable to breathe.

This pressure seemed to crush Master Chen, forcing him to kneel down and beg for mercy, giving up resistance.

However, Master Chen was not intimidated by this pressure. He withstood the heavy pressure, and his muscles and bones creaked, as if they would break at any time, but he still did not give in.

Master Chen resolutely straightened his back, his spine like an unyielding pillar of heaven, as if it could bear the weight of heaven and earth.

There was a determined glint in his eyes, as if telling Indra that he would not give up easily even in the face of a powerful enemy.

His voice was full of strength and courage.

"So what if we are gods? How could we surrender to them? We are the great kingdom of heaven, the supreme nation. How can a barbarian foreign god like you crush us and conquer us?"

Master Chen's words were full of pride for Daxia and disdain for Indra, and his eyes flashed with persistence in justice and hatred for evil.

"You treat ordinary people like pigs and dogs, but you are nothing but big dogs and pigs!

What a pretentious thing to do!

If you offend Daxia, even God can kill you!

My Daxia is your forbidden land!" His voice was filled with a powerful momentum, as if declaring Daxia's inviolability.

"roll!!!!"

Master Chen's voice was as deafening as thunder, and the ruler in his hand was like a huge palm, slapping Indra.

This slap was filled with endless power and determination, as if it was going to completely wipe Indra out of the sky.

"Good good!!!"

Indra's voice was filled with anger and disdain, as if he was completely enraged by Master Chen's words.

There was a violent glint in his eyes, as if he wanted to completely crush Master Chen's resistance.

"Even ants want to defy the will of heaven!!!"

There was a strong sense of sarcasm and contempt in his words, as if he was mocking Master Chen's arrogance.

Indra's figure suddenly grew again, his body was like a towering Titan, towering into the clouds, as if to cover the entire sky.

His strength reached its peak at this moment, and every inch of his muscles exuded powerful strength.

He raised his foot and stomped directly towards Master Chen with endless power!

In an instant, the ruler that Master Chen slapped at him was crushed under his feet like a fragile toy. The runes and power on the ruler instantly dissipated and turned into nothing under Indra's giant feet.

Indra's footsteps had not stopped yet, and his feet, as huge as a mountain, pressed down towards Master Chen with the force of thunder!

There was a ruthless murderous intent in his movements, as if he wanted to completely crush Master Chen, the ant, to death.

This terrifying giant thunder foot, carrying the mighty power of thunder, is irresistible. It is like the judgment of fate, falling mercilessly on Master Chen's head.

Master Chen could only watch helplessly as the terrifying giant foot stepped towards him. His body seemed so small and powerless at this moment, as if he had no room to resist.

Just when Master Chen seemed to be about to be trampled to death, the entire sky suddenly underwent an astonishing change.

"Boom!!!"

A huge roar sounded, the sound was like the collapse of the sky and the splitting of the earth, deafening, as if even time had stopped flowing at this moment.

The layers of thunderclouds covering the nine skies were directly ripped apart by this roar, and a dazzling ray of light shot out from the cracks in the clouds, illuminating the entire battlefield.

A figure in silver armor came walking in the air, his armor gleaming brightly in the sunlight, as if it was forged from the purest silver moonlight.

He held a three-pointed, two-edged sword, the blade surrounded by thunder and flames, exuding endless power and majesty.

Between his eyebrows, a vertical eye opened, and a mysterious light flashed in his eyes, as if he could see through all the vanity in the world.

Beside him followed a huge, ferocious black vicious dog. Its body was so huge that it looked like a moving mountain, but its ferocious face revealed a hint of holiness.

The figure's arrival was like a ray of dawn, illuminating Master Chen's despairing heart. Under the overwhelming pressure, Master Chen's expression was dazed. He barely opened his eyes, a glint of disbelief in them. He looked at the towering figure, his voice trembling, "Is that...?"

"I am the Great Xia God Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun!

Erlang Shen Yang Jian!!!

Foreign barbarians and foreign gods!

Don't be so presumptuous! "

Yang Jian's voice was like the sound of nature, echoing above the nine heavens, and every word was filled with endless power and majesty.

There was a determined glint in his eyes, as if telling Indra that he would never tolerate any infringement on Bactria.

"How dare you hurt my people of Daxia!!!

capital offense!!!!"

There was a murderous intent in Yang Jian's voice, and his eyes revealed his anger and dissatisfaction with Indra.

The third eye between his eyebrows opened, and a golden divine light shot out. The divine light was like a sharp sword, carrying endless power and determination, and directly enveloped Indra.

In an instant, Indra's huge thunder body was fixed, and his powerful strength seemed to be useless in the face of this golden divine light.

The surrounding space also seemed to have come to a standstill, and time seemed to be frozen at this moment.

Indra's foot did not move, and a trace of panic and confusion flashed in his eyes, as if he could not believe that he could be subdued so easily.

Indra's pupils suddenly shrank, and a trace of fear and disbelief flashed in his eyes.

"God of Great Xia! Yang Jian!!!" There was a tremor in his voice, as if he couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes.

His heart was filled with doubts and anxieties.

"Haven't you entered the cycle of reincarnation?" This sentence seemed to be his last hope. He hoped that Yang Jian was just his illusion and that all this was not true.

However, Yang Jian stepped into the air, his movements were as fast as lightning, and he appeared next to Indra in an instant.

A punch was thrown, and that fist, with endless power and anger, hit Indra's body directly.

In an instant, Indra was beaten like a shrimp, his body curled up into a ball, his whole body stiff and unable to move.

His eyes were filled with pain and despair, as if he had seen his own end.

Yang Jian took a step forward and stepped firmly on Indra's chest. He looked down at Indra with a strong murderous intent in his eyes.

"You Outer Gods! Are you worthy enough to be gods?

Those who sacrificed their own people, lingering on, shrinking in the fog and waiting to die! "

Yang Jian's voice was full of disdain and anger, and every word was like a sharp sword, piercing Indra's heart.

His eyes flashed with disdain for Indra, as if telling Indra that his behavior was unforgivable and his existence was a blasphemy against the gods.

"I, the Great Xia God, have used my flesh, blood, and divine power to forge nine sacred monuments to protect the nation!

Guard the entire nine provinces of Daxia!

Protect the people of Daxia from the invasion of fog!"

There was a sense of pride and determination in Yang Jian's voice, and his eyes flashed with responsibility and protection for Daxia.

"And you! Just lingering on in the fog!

How dare you invade the territory of Great Xia!

Bullying the people of Daxia!" Yang Jian's voice was filled with intense anger and condemnation, and his eyes flashed with hatred for Indra.

His words revealed his disdain and contempt for Indra, as if telling Indra that his actions were self-destructive.

"Do you really think that there is no God in Daxia!!!"

Yang Jian's voice was as deafening as thunder, and his eyes flashed with a powerful aura, as if telling Indra that the gods of Daxia would never give up protecting this land and its people.

"My Great Xia gods coexist with the people of Great Xia!!!"

There was a power and determination in his voice that filled Indra with a fear he had never felt before.

One step down!

Indra's body was like a collapsing mountain, falling directly to the ninth heaven with the force of thunder.

His huge figure cut through the sky, bringing up a gust of wind and rolling up clouds all over the sky, as if even time and space were torn and deformed by the force of the fall.

The moment he crashed into the earth, the earth made a deafening roar, like the roar of a sleeping beast that was awakened.

The earth was shaking violently, as if it was bearing an unprecedented pressure.

Countless rocks were shattered into pieces, soil was blown high into the air, and dust filled the air, covering the sky and the sun.

A huge wound opened up in the earth.

A huge pit with a bottomless depth of hundreds of meters in diameter appeared. The walls of the pit were covered with crisscrossing cracks, like a ferocious giant mouth, swallowing everything around it.

The power of this kick was so great that not only did the entire earth tremble,

It even caused ripples in the sky, as if even the sky was shaken by this blow. The stars hanging high in the sky seemed to be dimmed in this instant and lost their former brilliance.

Indra's body was twisted and deformed in the huge pit.

His limbs were curled at unnatural angles, and his bones made a teeth-grinding sound of cracking.

His skin was scratched by the hard rock,

Blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing the surrounding land red.

His eyes were filled with despair and fear. Those eyes that were once so majestic and controlled the fate of countless lives now only contained endless terror.

His lips trembled, as if he wanted to cry for help, but the sound was blocked in his throat by dust and blood.

He seemed to have seen his own end. It was an abyss of endless darkness and despair, with its mouth agape, waiting for him to fall into it and sink forever.

Yang Jian stood high in the ninth heaven, like a majestic god, looking down at the deep pit below.

In the huge pit, Indra, the god of thunder and rain, was like a giant eagle with broken wings.

He collapsed on the ground, covered in wounds, his once majestic battle robe stained red with blood, but now it was as lifeless as a dead dog.

His body twisted in the huge pit,

Every wound spoke of his pain and despair. His hands, which once controlled the power of thunder and lightning, could only weakly scratch the ground, trying to find a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation.

"A hundred years of reincarnation have passed, and the gods of our Great Xia...are returning here!!!"

Yang Jian's voice was like a huge bell, resounding through the nine heavens, carrying endless majesty and domineering power, echoing between heaven and earth.

There was a determined light in his eyes, as if at this moment, he was the incarnation of the gods of Daxia, carrying the will and glory of countless ancestors, and was going to rewrite the glory of Daxia in this world.

"I now take the head of this barbaric foreign god as my witness!!!"

Yang Jian's voice sounded again, full of determination and murderous intent.

The three-pointed, two-edged spear in his hand,

At this moment, it seemed as if it also felt the anger and determination of its master. Silver-white lightning flashed on the gun body, like a violent thunder dragon entwined around it, making a deafening roar.

The tip of the spear pointed directly at Indra, as if it was going to kill him in the next moment, so that the head of the god of thunder and rain would become a witness to the return of the gods of Daxia.

However, at this critical moment, Zhulong's voice suddenly rang out.

"Yang Jian! Leave this final blow to me!!!" The voice was full of ancient breath, like a torrent.

Zhang Yun, who had transformed into Zhulong at this moment, knew that Yang Jian had overdrawn his divine nature and power for this return.

If he were to force his move again, it would probably cause irreparable damage to Yang Jian's combat power.

So, he stepped forward without hesitation and wanted to kill the god of thunder and rain, Indra, with his own hands.

His God-killing Spear had long been thirsty,

During these long years, it has been waiting for this moment, waiting to taste the pleasure of killing gods again.

On the gun body, black and red light flowed, as if containing endless destructive power, ready to explode at any time.

And the most important thing is!

Killing this beast can increase his own strength and absorb its power. He is still lacking the final bit of talent to maintain the formation!

When Yang Jian heard Zhulong's voice, he was slightly stunned, but then he smiled with relief.

"Okay! Senior Zhulong!"

He seemed to understand Zhulong's intention, and also realized that it was not appropriate for him to take action at this moment.

So, he stood still above the Nine Heavens, put away the three-pointed, two-edged spear in his hand, and did not make any unnecessary movements.

Just quietly watching the battlefield below.

And this time!

Suddenly, the sky and the earth seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force.

A spatial crack that stretched from heaven to earth was suddenly torn open. The crack was like a deep and bottomless abyss. The surrounding space was violently distorted, as if it would be swallowed by this force at any time.

A faint blue light flickered at the edge of the crack.

It was a strange light emitted after the space was torn apart, which made people shudder.

Then, a spear shot out from the crack.

It was pitch black in color, yet it flickered with dazzling red flames. The flames were like the burning fire of hell, emitting a hot and terrifying aura.

A strong bloody aura of killing lingered from the spear. This aura was like substance, as heavy as a mountain, pressing the surrounding space to the point of stagnation.

It drew strange tracks in the air, as if every time it passed, it would take away the life of a living creature, leaving behind endless death and despair.

When Yang Jian saw this, a look of shock flashed across his eyes.

He stared at the spear closely, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"This... a monstrous murderous aura. What kind of terrifying treasure is this!"

He seemed to see the netherworld sea of ​​blood, a land of endless darkness and death. Countless creatures struggled and sank in this sea of ​​blood, eventually turning into dust.

And at this moment,

The murderous aura emanating from this spear,

It was exactly the same aura as that in the dark sea of ​​blood, as if it had also slaughtered billions of lives, and every inch of the gun was stained with countless blood and souls.

The God-killing Gun has arrived!!!

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