surnamed Wang

The military god Youkang was lifted up by the young man Linkong, his armor seemed to have been severely damaged by some kind of force, and there were endless crackling sounds.

"Master Holy Spirit, forgive me!"

The skin of the old man with the body of the ancient god oozes fine blood beads, and scars are formed, as if he is being cut by thousands of knives.

The Holy Spirit turned a deaf ear to the words of begging for mercy, and he let go only when the opponent's flesh was about to be shattered into thousands of pieces.

The God of War hit the ground heavily, splashing a large amount of blood.

The young man walked past him slowly, and said coldly:

"Remember, you don't have another chance."

……

On the battlefield of Shura, after a momentary loss of concentration, Wang Gangquan's eyes became clear again.

He looked carefully at the sapphire sword grid in his hand, and with a slight movement in his mind, he threw it up casually, and a silver-white long sword was transformed into an illusion.

Holding the hilt of the sword, a sense of familiarity arises spontaneously.

He turned his head to look at the old man not far away, and said in a flat tone:
"Youkang, do you remember that I said that you have no next chance?"

As strong as a military god, there was a moment of panic in his eyes, he was not sure who was talking to him now.

The young man walked towards him slowly. Along the way, the ancient god subconsciously moved out of the way. Every time he took a step, everyone would jump with fear.

This is the oppression from the Holy Spirit. Even after tens of millions of years, all beings still cannot help bowing their heads to it.

Seeing this situation, Yi Yang suppressed his fear and shouted to the still dazed old man:
"Youkang, what are you afraid of? He is just an ordinary monk. In the eyes of you and me, he is no different from an ant. Kill him!"

Hearing the words, the God of War came back to his senses, with fierce eyes and clenched fists.

While continuing to move forward, Wang Gangquan said in a calm manner:

"Gouyang, I left Wanzai, you even forgot your last name, it seems that I was too kind to you.

Ten thousand years ago, you regarded all the beings under you as ants, and ten thousand years later, you still have not changed your nature. If you are so godly, what are you doing? "

While speaking, he did not forget to swing the long sword in his hand, a ray of silver light streaked across the sky, and was instantly imprinted on the armor of the military god.

A thick arm fell from the sky and fell into the dust below without a sound.

The young man was defiant, as if nothing in the world could stop him.

At first, the ancient gods who thought he was bluffing immediately fell silent, and even Youkang himself looked at the severed arm that was still spurting blood in astonishment.

After the sword grid absorbed enough evil spirit, Wang Bingquan quietly became a saint!
……

Today's young people are already qualified to fight against these ancient gods who have lived for tens of thousands of years.

"Should I go back by myself, or should I help you?"

Wang Gingquan sat in the air, and a throne naturally appeared behind him.

The moment the throne appeared, everyone's hearts jumped wildly again. The chair had been smashed to pieces after the Spirit Extermination War.

Wang Gangquan leaned on the seat, resting his chin with one hand, and said with a half-smile:

"Didn't you play wonderfully just now, why didn't you talk?"

After a moment of silence, the god of death took a step forward, put away the scythe in his hand, knelt down and kowtowed:

"Sir, see Lord Holy Spirit."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head and took off his hood and continued:

"Holy Spirit, you know villains, even if I have the guts to dare not turn against you, all of this is forced by two bastards, Yi Yang and Hei Shou Jiao."

"Oh? So they forced you to jump repeatedly on the battlefield ten thousand years ago?"

"..."

The handsome but slightly wretched Grim Reaper was at a loss for words for a moment, he retreated as an advance just to test, but unexpectedly the other party remembered this.

On the other hand, Wang Gangquan seemed to be as stable as an old dog, but he was in a panic inside.

He only obtained part of the memory through the sword, and at this moment, his words and deeds are all imitating the Holy Spirit.

To be honest, he has been bigu for many years, and now he feels a little urinated.

Seeing that the gods didn't respond anymore, he winked at Lu Feng, who pulled a black chain from the void and strode towards Yiyang.

When the distance between the two was less than three steps, the other party suddenly turned around and slapped Lu Feng's chest with his right hand.

The fiery light illuminated half of the sky, and the man who couldn't react in time flew backwards for more than a hundred feet.

"Gou Yang, are you still not convinced?"

"I said, don't call me Gou Yang!"

Yi Yang let out a roar, his blond hair danced wildly, and his whole body emitted a dazzling light.

"So what if you have recovered your memory? My cultivation is still a saint. I, Yiyang, refused to accept you ten thousand years ago, and I still refuse to accept you now."

The man stretched out his hand to grab it, and it melted into a spear, and he rounded his arm and threw it forward fiercely.

The spear of light was like an arrow leaving the string, and it approached Wang Gangquan's eyebrows in an instant. The latter turned his head slightly, and the point of the spear pierced directly into the back of the chair behind him.

"Don't cry if you don't see the coffin." Wang Bingquan stood up and drew his sword out of its sheath, "Today's battle seems to be a must."

Yi Yang's face was ferocious, he raised a Jue in his hand, and shouted "Bang", and the short spear immediately burst into brilliance.

Wang Gangquan's face changed slightly, and before he turned his head, his figure was submerged in the light.

Seeing this, Yi Yang couldn't stop laughing and said:

"I knew you were playing tricks. If you awakened your memory, how could you not remember my moves?"

"It's not that I can't remember, but that I'm too lazy to hide, Gouyang, you haven't forgotten my supernatural powers, have you?"

The man who was an ancient god was startled by the sudden voice behind him.

He didn't care about being indecent, and hurriedly leaned forward to avoid the cold sword energy, and at the same time condensed a light spear in his hand and threw it backhand.

Wang Gangquan didn't hide this time, he let it pass through his body, his figure flashed in the air, and when he reappeared, he already had an extra arm in his palm.

Yi Yang's pupils contracted violently, he stepped back again and again, turned his head to look at his arm, but it was chopped off just like You Kang.

Wang Gingquan scratched his back with the severed arm, seemed dissatisfied, let go of his hand, let it fall down, then ignored Yi Yang, turned his head and smiled at the little girl in the distance:
"Zai Zai, they broke one of your arms, and I will break both of them. Do you want to relieve your anger?"

As if meeting him for the first time, the little girl opened her eyes wide and nodded dully.

Wang Gingquan flew to the opponent's side, tapped the sword on the broken arm, and the black air around him disappeared immediately.

He performed the restorative technique again, and this time the little girl's arm grew back visible to the naked eye.

"Hey, go and wait, we're going to get real in a while."

Wang Gingquan rubbed the little girl's head with a smile, she nodded obediently, showed her original shape, and fluttered away from the place of right and wrong.

……

After finishing everything, Wang Gingquan didn't hide anymore. With a wave of his left hand, he summoned Huang Quan, and with a wave of his right hand, he set off peach blossoms all over the sky.

He raised his chin and looked at the army of extermination spirits, raised his long sword and said:

"Should we come one by one, or all together?"

Such domineering behavior finally aroused the wrath of the gods, and they opened up their power one by one, roaring and rushing towards the young man.

Seeing this, Lu Yushan and the others in the distance shook their heads and smiled wryly. Although Bai Hao, the God of Killing, and the others saw no change in their expressions, their thoughts remained the same.

Their holy spirit is really a weird person that cannot be speculated by common sense.

Seeing that the gods were approaching, Wang Gingquan suddenly lost his arrogance just now, retreated quickly, and shouted anxiously:

"Indeed, it's now."

"Take advantage!"

An indistinct sound echoed in the surrounding sky.

... (end of this chapter)