A handsome middle-aged man bathed in lightning and landed on the ground, and saw him appearing in a majestic appearance with brown hair, blue eyes, beard, golden armor, red cloak, and lightning.

"Oriental Immortal, hand over the woman beside you, and I will let you go, otherwise you will definitely not return."

Qin Yang used the time and space mirror to put away Jiuer, stood quietly in the void, looked up and down at the person in front of him, and recalled the introduction of this god in movies, animations, and books. He felt both joy and doubt in his heart.

As far as he knew, all the gods had already died in the dusk of the gods. The god in front of him was definitely not the true body. He used his Dharma eyes and looked carefully. He found that the inside of this god was composed of the power of faith, which just confirmed his guess.

"God King Zeus! I didn't expect you to be resurrected! But are you still?" Qin Yang stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes slightly raised, and he said lightly.

"It's good that God is resurrected, what does it matter who it is?"

"Stop talking nonsense, hand over the woman quickly." Zeus glared angrily, held up his lightning and shouted fiercely.

Qin Yang was unmoved. Without Jiuer, he was distracted. He could fully exert his strength. Zeus was only in the late stage of the celestial immortal, and he didn't care about it.

He was about to speak and laughed at Zeus, when suddenly, eleven amazing figures appeared above Mount Olympus.

Qin Yang took a breath of air in his heart, "I can't see through these eleven practitioners, and it seems that this will be a fierce battle."

Thinking of this, he was not afraid at all, but only a long-lost feeling of excitement.

Fighting, enlightenment, and traveling constitute his current life.

His eyes froze, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he had a guess in his heart, "The Eleven Lord God? Interesting!"

He was surrounded, but he was not in a hurry. He had the confidence to break out of the encirclement. He wanted to try his current strength.

The twelve main gods were his whetstone. When a sharp sword light from the God of War Ares slashed towards Qin Yang, the siege began. Seeing this, Qin Yang smiled faintly, "Haha! Good to come."

A strange magic is everywhere, and the magic is floating everywhere. Qin Yang is in the center of the vortex. He can cast his spells at will. Each spell is a spell that he can dominate for a lifetime in a lifetime in the cycle of reincarnation. The truth is beyond the reach of people.

"Annihilation Immortal Finger..."

"The Immortal Palm..."

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Countless earth-level magic spells were used by Qin Yang to fight against the twelve ancient Greek gods, but he seemed to be at a disadvantage.

Although these twelve main gods were gradually restored to their faith during the Renaissance and were protected by believers and accumulated some strength, they were no longer the same selves.

In the past, they could live independently without faith. For this reason, they looked down on mortals at all. Mortals were just dolls in their hands and objects that they could fiddle with at will.

Now that the faith of mortals helps them to be reborn, they naturally dare not offend mortals, but instead want to help them. Just because no mortals believe in them, they will gradually dissipate between heaven and earth and turn into a wisp of dust.

When Qin Yang was fighting with the twelve Greek gods in an ancient time, a special spear streaked across the sky and stabbed Qin Yang's dantian. A dark crisis hit his heart. No matter how he hid, he could not avoid it.

The gun of Langhinus, also known as the Spear of Destiny, is a weapon to kill Jesus and has the power to kill God. It is said that whoever controls the Spear of Destiny will become the master of the world. In ancient times, Constantine, Charlemagne and others held the Spear of Destiny, defeated many powerful enemies, and established supreme achievements.

Seeing that he could not dodge, Qin Yang simply stopped dodging. A blue light flashed by, holding the best innate spiritual treasure water-breaking knife in his hand, and hit back to face.

Draw a knife to cut off the water and flow more, raise a glass to relieve sorrow and sorrow.

Qin Yang held the best innate spiritual treasure in his hand, and the crisis in his heart was immediately relieved in half, but it did not completely disappear. The spear of fate had arrived, and he could not avoid it at all.

The Spear of Destiny passed through the water-breaking knife, pierced into the Dantian, pierced the immortal baby and turned it into two halves. Qin Yang's cultivation was suddenly lost, and he could not use a trace of magic power, his body was unstable, and he fell to the cloud head.

The cold wind whistled by his ears, and Qin Yang was a little surprised. He was thinking about why the Spear of Destiny ignored the defense of the innate top-grade spiritual treasure water-breaking knife, and directly turned into water-like appearance and shot through it.

He was very puzzled. It was not until the spear of fate attacked again and shot his soul directly, that he realized that he quickly dodged, but the fate was destined that the locked energy of the soul attacked his heart again, making him unable to avoid it no matter what.

A white light flashed, and the falling Qin Yang disappeared instantly. He hid in the space-time mirror and checked his dantian.

A mysterious force he had never seen before divided the immortal baby into two halves. He was confused and asked the old man in time and space to find out his answer.

The power of fate, such noble, mysterious, and extremely rare power, is exactly what he longs for. However, this sharp power of fate is not something he can control now. He needs an opportunity to turn the power of fate into his own use.

The power of fate is still destroying his fairy baby. The surface of the fairy baby is already covered with cracks. If he hadn't tried his best to resist, and the person who casts the Spear of Destiny, he would have been unable to escape to death.

Nowadays, the old man in time and space has no good advice for him, so he can handle everything himself.

After a stick of incense, with a "bang", his fairy baby exploded and turned into pieces of energy, blocking the meridians, causing mana blockage, and he was completely unable to use mana.

The power of destiny continued to spread, and it spread to the whole body in a moment, and the soul was also stained with the power of destiny.

He was about to die, and at this moment, the old man of time and space reminded him that as long as he sacrificed half of the ancient spiritual roots of the space and space mirror to him, he would help him overcome the crisis.

"How? What's the matter with my friend Qin Yang? Time doesn't wait for anyone!" A leisurely voice sounded, his words were extremely dull, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.

Qin Yang heard the implicit sound. The old man in time and space has been trying to get more sacrifices to recover his injuries and control him. He was very alert. The faster the old man in time and space recovered, the more dangerous he felt.

He knew that no matter what conditions the old man in time and space offered, he could only agree first, otherwise he would not be able to pass this level.

"Okay! I promise you." Qin Yang said lightly with a gloomy face.

He sacrificed half of the ancient spiritual roots of heaven and earth to the old man of time and space. The old man of time and space did not break his promise and immediately calmed down his soul and body to prevent the power of fate from continuing to invade.

"The ability I have displayed can only last for 1,500 years. Once the time comes, if you haven't found a solution, you will still die."

The words of the old man in time and space echoed in Qin Yang's ears. He ordered the Mirror of Time and Space to take him back to China and Hangzhou. He first planned to cultivate for a while. First, he would spend more time with his parents, second, he would find a solution, third, he would avoid the pursuit.
Chapter completed!