The word "Slaying God" sounds highly atmospheric and classy, ​​and is crazy, cool and cool, but in fact it is a way out.

There are no ones who can kill gods in history.

Not to mention slaughtering a sun god.

Zhuang Mingge wanted to try this unprecedented feat, but his mind was not very sure. Even in the chaos era where brave people were everywhere, no one could kill the gods.

Slaughtering God is a legend and a myth.

And the god-killer is an illusory legend that does not exist. Humans kill gods? Even if they imagine, they will not feel successful. Even the arrogant humans are just despising the gods, rather than killing the gods.

Yes, they dare not.

This time Zhuang Mingge went to Persia to kill the gods, and was ready to die in battle.

Without such enlightenment, you should not think about killing gods or something. This is not a game. The enemy's strength cannot be expressed in words. It is an abyss of despair. If you step into it, you cannot look back.

When it comes to Persia, everyone will think of a sect...the Holy Fire Sect.

This Holy Fire religion is the state religion of Persia. Its status in Persia is like the Taoism of the Celestial Empire. Almost 90% of the people worship the Holy Fire are believers of this sect.

In front of us for a long time, there was an empire in Persia...the Persian Empire.

Its power is terrifying, and its combat power is extremely terrifying.

However, even in a powerful empire, it could not withstand the erosion of time, so the Persian Empire had become the dust of history. Later, after several enslaves, it finally became an independent country.

But with the arrival of world disaster, the national system collapsed, and the current world is ruled by the magical world.

Persia also changed from a country to a huge city, and there was no other king or president to say that all cities would have a consul. The consul was from there, which means that the city was from which force it was.

Today, the Persian population has exceeded 30 million.

There are more than a dozen people living here. Among them, there are even Mongolians, because Genghis Khan seemed to have also hit this place.

Of course, how many people this has and what race it is, it is meaningless to Zhuang Mingge.

Zhuang Mingge's desire to kill the gods has nothing to do with this.

After arriving in Persia, Zhuang Mingge rushed to the ruins of the palace of the ancient Persian Empire. This was once a glorious Persian Empire, terrifying, powerful and daunting.

There was once the blessing and protection of gods here.

Even so, I still haven't been washed away by time and turned into a pile of ruins.

Zhuang Mingge felt a vast power here. This is the power left by the gods here. It has been left for thousands of years and has not disappeared even to this day.

Zhuang Mingge suspected that even in a few thousand years, the power of this god would not disappear.

Ordinary people may not feel anything, but when Zhuang Mingge approached here, the pressure exerted by this powerful force on Zhuang Mingge was not a little bit.

It seemed as if the whole world was pouring down and crushing it, trying to crush Zhuang Mingge to death.

Thousands of times of gravity blessed Zhuang Mingge's body. If the human body was broken into pieces and turned into a ball of meat sauce, even so, Zhuang Mingge still felt that he was just going one step forward. There was death but no life.

Jimuri was relaxed and felt as if he felt nothing.

After all, she is a demon god. Such vast power did not bring her great pressure. She was just a little uncomfortable, but it would not affect the battle.

Zhuang Mingge took out the Longineus gun and robbed the god-killing god. The vast power was divided into two, and Zhuang Mingge could no longer feel the pressure, so he easily walked into the ruins of the ancient Persian Empire palace.

As a ruin, it is usually not open to outsiders. However, some tourists still appear here from time to time, so Zhuang Mingge used a magic to dispel idle people, and humans would block it since then.

After a few hours, it got dark.

There is no human being around the palace ruins hundreds of kilometers.

At this moment, in Persia, the power of the sun was weakened to the extreme, and the power of the moon was expanded to the extreme.

The bright moonlight descended from the sky and fell on the ruins of the palace. Zhuang Mingge clearly felt that the terrifying force had retreated to a certain corner.

Zhuang Mingge and Jimengli began to arrange magic circles to summon gods.

This vast magic circle involves various divine texts, magical techniques, and magic, so it will take at least half a year for Zhuang Mingge alone to complete it.

However, with Jimmonri's addition, the time was more than ten times faster.

In just ten days, this magic array that summoned the gods was finally completed.

Zhuang Mingge breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling nervous? My master, tonight is the night of the Gods Slaying, so my heart is pounding, right?" Jimuri asked with a smile.

"It's a little bit." Zhuang Mingge nodded and began to worry about gains and losses. "Hey, Jimmonri, do you think I can successfully kill Gods? If I fail, I should be scattered."

"Hahahaha, what's this? Is this a pre-slaughter of the depressive syndrome?" Jimuri laughed at Zhuang Mingge fiercely. She walked over and squatted in front of Zhuang Mingge, untied her belt, and put Zhuang Mingge's swelling lower body into her mouth.

"Since you're scared, use this method to dispel the pressure."

So Zhuang Mingge decisively held Jimengli's head and began a crazy sprint.

At the ruins of the palace that was deserted everywhere, a field battle started on the sky and the earth.

This time the madness dispelled the haze in Zhuang Mingge's heart. He asked Jimengli to lie on a broken stone pillar and start sprinting from behind.

It seemed as if all the unhappiness, hesitation, and insecurity were sprinted and fired out.

All the chaotic thoughts dissipated like ice and snow, their will condense, and their faith in killing gods began to firmly believe in it, for themselves, for humanity, and for the people they love.

He doesn't need to hesitate.

Then... night comes.

The sun sets and the moon rises. Zhuang Mingge, who was over the field, stood on the edge of the ruins of the ancient Persian imperial palace, held the gun of Langinus, and then, under the instructions of Jimmonri, cut the blood and activated the magic circle.

The huge magic circle is running.

Whoosh!

After the magic array was activated, an illusory magic array broke out from the magic array on the ground and floated in mid-air. A few seconds later, the illusory magic array once again separated a magic array, and moved upwards layer by layer.

One is bigger than the other.

The uppermost magic circle even surpasses the territory of Persia and covers the entire Persia. No matter where you are, you can see the huge magic circle above your head.

It is not a simple matter to pull the gods from heaven, or it is almost impossible to do it.

However, things are not absolute.

As a demon god, Jimuri naturally knew that this method was to replace the throne. Replace a demon god on the ground to the gods in the heavens, thereby pushing the gods in the heavens off the throne and pulling a cart to the human world.

There is a prerequisite for this God-like replacement, which is that it must be a replacement between gods.

Jimuri is one of the seventy-two demons in hell. He also has a divine character and is a god, so it is perfect for a sacrifice to replace the throne of the god.

This kind of replacement is actually very unreliable, because it is forcibly dragging the gods down from the world and occupying a position that does not belong to you. Therefore, as long as this god regains his position, it is simply easy.

Zhuang Mingge recalled the key to this magic circle, held the Longinus gun tightly in his hand, and stared at Jimuri in the center of the magic circle with sharp eyes.

Given the gap between Jimuri and the sun god Mithra, you can regain your throne in three seconds.

Therefore, Zhuang Mingge only has three seconds.

“Bold!”

When the magic circle unfolded layer by layer, Jimurri's figure became illusory, and there seemed to be a huge figure overlapping with her on the spot, and a roar spread throughout the world.

Whether it is the Eastern monks, the Holy See, the organizations outside the atmosphere, or the magical world in London, they all heard this sound clearly.

It seemed as if the whole world was reverberating.

Time seemed to be restricted by a powerful force, and everyone in Persia found themselves like puppets and could not move at all.

The sound of rage spread throughout the three realms and six realms, and countless gods, immortals, and Buddhas heard this sound.

The vast power caused the earth to begin to shatter.

This is the power of the gods, this is the wrath of the gods.

"Who is it? I dare to drag me down from the throne of God."

The pride and arrogant voice sounded, but it made people feel natural. Everyone was afraid, afraid, and trembling. This is the power of God.

God’s grace is like the sea, and God’s power is like prison.

There is no need for doubt, no thinking, and no hesitation. Everyone knows that the gods have arrived, and there is no reason. That's it, the gods have arrived.

If he hadn't held the gun of Longineus, Zhuang Mingge would have remained motionless like other people in Persia.

He knew his ability and his behavior, and he was undoubtedly playing with fire. No, this behavior is a thousand times, ten thousand times, or even ten million times more terrifying than playing with fire.

He wants to kill the gods, this is a way out.

When Jimuri's figure completely disappeared, Zhuang Mingge knew that the sun god Mitra in Persian mythology had arrived. He was so tall, hot, mysterious, like a rising sun, and the whole night instantly turned into daylight.

Even the moon above the head is covered by it's glory.

There was no extra time to hesitate, only three seconds, so after Jimmonri's figure disappeared, Zhuang Mingge threw the Longinus gun in his hand as soon as possible.

However, in a thousandth of a second, the gods reacted and launched a counterattack.

The hot flames were thrown out of his hand, and he glared at him and shouted!

However, the Longinus gun penetrated the flames and hit his arm and penetrated his shoulders, leaving a scar.

ah!

With a scream, everyone in the world knows, the god... is injured! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile phone users please read it.)
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