SFS Chapter 280: In Daxia, the Gods Stop 31
Chapter 280: In Daxia, the Gods Stop 31
They are natural descendants of gods, born with powerful strength, just waiting to awaken. How could they be inferior to humans?
She had seen the battles of the Dragon Guards when she was still young. How could the power gained through fighting be compared with the power passed down from generation to generation? The chilling murderous aura did affect Tingni's judgment.
"Don't dare?" Ting Ni's eyes swept across the Dragon Guards, and his panicked heart instantly calmed down. A smile full of confidence appeared on his face, "Since you are so sincere in wanting to be beaten, then I will let you see the power of the gods!"
She must never give up the power and authority of the descendants of God!
"That's right," Yufeng smiled maliciously.
"This place is too small to display our skills. Why don't we find another place?" Xu Nuo smiled and glanced at the various countries present with ridicule.
"There are plenty of places, don't admit defeat, otherwise it won't be much fun." Ting Ni's eyes were gloomy, but her smile seemed to silently tell everyone that she was sure to win.
"Give up?" The Dragon Guards looked at each other. "There's an old saying in Daxia: If you can't kill them, then fight them to death. What does giving up mean? Don't run away. After all, the Thunder God has been killed!"
"Oh, don't you know whether it is true or not? The location is set in the open space outside the city, we will prove to you that the descendants of God are the strongest!" Ting Ni's face darkened, and watching the corpses being taken away, his heart ached so much that it almost bled!
"We'll stick with you till the end!" Bai Ranyou said with a smile.
"As for the preparatory work, leave it to the highest authority in Weilan Kingdom." The smiling face turned dark in an instant.
Mo Ran raised his hand and a silent sound wave was emitted. The wooden kite that had been suspended in the air fell to the feet of everyone. It was agile and lively, and flew straight into the sky to merge with the flying birds that were suspended in the air.
Jiuli raised her hand and casually threw the chocolate packaging in her hand down, her brows relaxed and her movements nonchalant.
"I'm late. Why are they so strong that it's difficult for you?"
As Mu Yuan headed out of the city, Jiuli's voice was cold.
"Thor's daughter Ting Ni has reached the fifth level, and the rest are probably at the third or fourth level," Xu Nuo approached with a grin, but his words were very cautious, for fear of angering her.
"Fifth level?" Jiuli tapped the golden bracelet with her fingertips.
"To boost others' ambitions and destroy our own prestige, now let's talk business. We can only win and not lose. The people of Daxia and the world are watching us. We must not only win but also win beautifully!"
The atmosphere suddenly became tense and everyone held their breath.
“I’ve killed all the gods, why would I still care about the descendants of gods?” Ding Junhui smiled lazily, his aura surged, and he stepped into the beginning of the fourth level!
"Yes, if he doesn't obey, beat him until he obeys!" Xu Qingshu stroked the scroll in his hand lovingly, "If he still doesn't obey, beat him to death!"
"Buddha is merciful. Monks should be compassionate. I will send them to the West." The little monk smiled slightly.
"Now let's discuss the order of appearance. First," he turned his eyes to the little monk, "you go."
"Ting Ni will definitely save the strongest fighting force for last, and will definitely want to get off to a good start to prove the strength of the descendants of God!"
"I have observed that apart from Tingni, the strongest person is Hell. His purest and most yang power can defeat him," he added.
“Yes, I will definitely send him to the West to see the Buddha.” He clasped his hands together, and a Buddha’s light appeared behind him, which was also at the fourth level.
"Let's discuss the second one now." As for Jiuli, who was playing with the gold bracelet nearby, she was not included at all. After all, if she went up, it would be like a father beating his son! Killing a chicken with a butcher knife!
Ting Ni came out of the conference room and got into the extended version of Lincoln with his people. His face was serious, no longer as calm as before.
"Why agree to them? Winning or losing is not good for us," said the young man with black hair and silver eyes holding a sickle.
"Why? You have to admit that as descendants of gods, we who have awakened at the fourth level are not as good as humans!" Ting Ni glanced at the twenty or so descendants of gods sitting there, and a look of satisfaction flashed across his face.
"All of us here should have seen the battles of those people from Da Xia. They are very strong, but we are not weak either!"
"So, please show your best and kill them! You can only win. If you lose, die on the stage. Don't embarrass yourself! Win at all costs!"
"You go first." Her eyes immediately turned to the black-haired, silver-eyed boy who had asked the question just now. He was the strongest person in hell besides her! "I'd rather you die in the ring than beg for mercy!"
"What are you saying? I can only win, and win beautifully." Touching the sickle in his arms, he smiled with confidence, "Let them know what death is coming, and no one can escape."
The fighting spirit rises to the sky and the battle is about to break out.
The wooden kite circled in the sky but did not land, bringing an invisible shock to people out of thin air. It was the eternal and desolate majesty of Daxia, as if it came from ancient times.
"The beautiful scenery here is suitable for burial." Xu Qingshu looked around, his eyes full of eagerness to try.
There were crowds of people on the ground, and people were rushing over from all directions. The live broadcast on the lawn had already begun. Everything was ready except for the east wind. People were whispering in low voices, their eyes full of anticipation.
"Here it comes." Bai Ranyou opened his eyes and looked down.
The crowd there parted, and a group of boys and girls came down, led by Ting Ni, who had an arrogant look and sharp eyes.
The wooden kite circled and descended, as calmly as if it was coming for a date with the mountain and the sea. Fifteen figures stood on it facing the wind.
There were the jingling of chains, the ringing of swords, the aural sounds of books, the mighty thrum of bells, the faint rhythm of Taoism, the melodious sound of water covering the sky, and various strange scenes.
The coming ones are the gods of Daxia! The overwhelming pressure is undisguisedly heading in all directions. This is Daxia!
"No matter how fancy they are, they are still not human after all. My fellow countrymen, they are scared!" Ting Ni was full of confidence.
"Tingni is right. Let me meet the Great Xia God! I want to see how you can make me submit to you!"
"Who wants to fight?!" His tone was full of confidence.
The Gods ignored the woman on the wooden kite in the center, but that didn’t mean others would ignore her. The people of Daxia, who were originally worried, calmed down instantly. The ancestors were here, so they would definitely win! How could the ancestors let their people be bullied!
She has a golden crown on her hair, silver hair, red eyes, and a tight scarlet dress with narrow sleeves. A delicate bronze sword with a golden bell hangs from her waist. She looks like an ordinary girl, but she is in the center surrounded by people!
"Then, kill him." Jiuli took off the golden bell and threw it to the little monk, "To establish authority, one more or one less descendant of God will not matter."
"Yes, little ancestor." He jumped up, took the golden bell, and ran straight to the black-haired and silver-eyed boy, glancing at the golden bell during the process.
It looked similar to the golden bell of Buddhism, which made him very fond of it.
"Are you here to deliver food? Is there no one left in Daxia?" He looks very young with red lips and white teeth, clearly a fool.
"Little monk, I am not bullying the weak," the young man said as he waved his sickle, his eyes full of confidence. This was simply a good thing for himself. He had to catch this huge surprise.
"Remember my name, Naraku."
"He's also the one who killed you!"
The gray air currents swirling above the sickle seemed to come from another world, and a hideous and strange skeleton was roaring behind it.
Naraku, the son of the devil who rules hell.
"I never send unknown people to see my Buddha!" The Buddha's light was shining brightly behind the little monk, and there was no trace of Buddhist humility in his tone. Only arrogance could be heard, and the fourth level of pressure poured out.
When the Zen stick touched the ground, Yama trembled, the demons bowed their heads, the Buddhist light was surrounded by the cassock, and the golden bell covered the top of the head, dropping golden light to protect the little monk firmly.
"Arrogant! I will send you to see the Buddha right now!"
"Amitabha, monks do not lie."
The two figures collided fiercely and started fighting!