Chapter 1823: Wrong place, dwarf

"Baga, the damn Chinese people are so arrogant. I will show you our divine power."

The God of Thunder became even more irritable when he saw that Qin Chao had easily blocked two of his lightning bolts and mocked himself.

He was like a professional drummer, the drumsticks in his hands were flying up and down, and they were dancing in the blink of an eye. Qin Chao was dazzled by the sight.

And thunder and lightning also raged, crackling and shrouding the Qin Dynasty.

Qin Chao supported the spider web shield while retreating behind him, as if to avoid the power of these thunder and lightning.

"Hahaha, I am the God of Thunder, and my divine thunder can easily chop you into scum."

The God of Thunder laughed heartily, as if in his eyes, Qin Chao had been hacked to death.

"When I was angry, a bolt of lightning could destroy a village and kill a Chinese person. It was more than enough."

The God of Thunder beat the drum with all his strength, and Qin Chao was really worried that the drum surface would be broken if it could not resist the beating.

But I have also seen the majesty of this thunder god. It seems that besides playing drums, this guy has no other skills.

It would be better to join a band, maybe he can find his spring.

Qin Chao shook his head, then flashed and suddenly disappeared in front of the two gods.

Suddenly, the two gods were shocked and looked around for the location of the Qin Dynasty.

To be honest, these two gods felt a little aggrieved.

You must know that they are among the top gods in the island country. There are many temples enshrining the statues of these two gods.

How many people prayed for the mercy of these two people to bless the island country with good weather.

The God of Thunder is no joke when he says that he can destroy a village with a single strike of lightning.

He cooperates with the Wind God and often destroys some villages in an instant.

This is all the power of gods.

The result was fine, and suddenly I heard that Yamata no Orochi was dead.

Then I checked, and sure enough, the aura of Yamata no Orochi was gone.

The existence of Yamata no Orochi is related to the fate of the island country.

Once Yamata no Orochi dies, their island country's luck will basically come to an end.

As the gods of the island nation, this is tantamount to destroying the source of their faith.

How could this happen?

When the two gods combined, it would be better to go to the Kyushu Continent, kill the Chinese, and then occupy the Kyushu Continent and make it the territory of the island country.

Now that the power of the island nation has been exhausted, it should be replaced by local rule.

As long as their status as gods does not fall, that will be fine.

As a result, when we arrived in the Kyushu Continent, we finally found the aura of that person.

But before they even met, the two of them were dragged into this barren desert.

Damn it, that person thinks that gods don’t get tired when they fly.

And being ridiculed again and again, Thor's mood was naturally not very beautiful.

He wanted to kill this Chinese to establish his authority, and then march into the Kyushu continent and kill all the so-called Kyushu immortals.

The more Thor thought about it, the more beautiful it became, and the beating of the drum became more and more emotional.

When I first listened to it, it sounded quite rhythmic.

I wanted to chop that person to death, but in the blink of an eye, the other person disappeared.

He was chopped into dregs by himself.

No, there's no such pleasure.

The God of Thunder was wondering when a voice suddenly sounded from above his head.

"It's time to take the bait."

As he finished speaking, a spider web suddenly wrapped around his waist and pulled him up.

The wind god next to him was shocked. He looked up and saw that there was a giant net covering the sky above his head.

And his good friend and good friend Thor was tied up in all sorts of ways and was stuck to the huge spider web.

The majestic God of Thunder is now tied up like a pig, unable to move, even his mouth is sealed, and he cannot scream.

Yaya butterfly...

Do you want to be so cruel...

Fengshen almost sat down on the ground.

The majesty of the gods was gone in this moment.

That's the God of Thunder...

What's the difference between now and a dead pig?

"Woooooooo..."

The God of Thunder twisted his body, and the spider webs tied to his body swayed a few times, and then shrank tightly again.

Next to the spider web, the spider silk was stretched into a swing, allowing Qin Chao to sit on it and swing back and forth slightly.

He held a cigarette in his mouth and spoke slowly.

"If I were you, I would just lie there honestly. The more you struggle, the tighter the spider thread will be. Be careful, and the spider thread will strangle your body."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Thor seemed to be protesting, but unfortunately his mouth was blocked and he couldn't say anything.

He could only stare at Qin Chao with a pair of eyes.

It's a pity that he can't be fierce anymore. Even if this guy is impulsive, he still knows what kind of terrifying opponent he is facing now.

"I forgot, there is a ghost god."

Qin Chao glanced down and saw Fengshen standing below.

Fengshen couldn't help but take two steps back. He felt his crotch feel sore, as if he was about to lose control of his urine.

Damn it, I am a god after all.

How can I feel this way?

Shame, really shame.

"idiot."

Fengshen couldn't help it anymore. He pulled out a small sword with his right hand and slashed at Qin Chao who was blocking the swing in the sky.

Suddenly, a wind blade more than three meters long flew out and sliced ​​towards Qin Chao.

Qin Chao's figure suddenly disappeared into the air, and the wind blade sharply cut through the spider silk connecting the swing.

Taking advantage of this moment, the God of Wind took out a trumpet in his other hand, put it in his mouth, pointed it at the God of Thunder who was tied up like a pig in the sky, and started to blow it.

This trumpet is the same as the Thunder God's waist drum. It is a magical weapon with attributes. It can blow out strong winds from the sky, like a rain of knives, and tear up those cobwebs.

But at this time, the figure of that person appeared in front of him.

A hand was pressing on his arm holding the horn.

"Ya, Ya Zhudie..."

Fengshen's crotch became sore again.

He couldn't help but take a few steps back and looked at Qin Chao, his eyes full of fear.

"You are still very courageous, but you three grown men should stop blowing the trumpets. There is no visual effect."

As Qin Chao spoke, spider threads sprouted from his palms.

The wind god's arm holding the trumpet was immediately penetrated by dozens of spider threads, and those spider threads were nailed to the ground one by one, with dark red blood threads.

"Ahhhh."

Fengshen was in terrible pain and screamed.

Qin Chao let go of his spider silk, and the spider silk wrapped around Fengshen's arm, fixing his arm to the ground.

"idiot."

The pain triggered anger in my heart.

Fengshen grabbed the sword with his other hand and swept it towards Qin Chao's waist.

But threads of spider silk wrapped around his wrist, pulling his wrist, causing him to stop swinging his sword halfway.

Those spider threads tightened his wrist, and the blood threads formed into red beads, which rolled to the ground along the spider threads.
To be continued...