"The horn of fate, a sign of disaster?"

After hearing Ji Nian's introduction, Lin Qiye asked in surprise, "Is this artifact really so mysterious?"

"Maybe, that's what the legend says anyway." Ji Nian shrugged. "However, if you want to blow this horn, you need to pay a huge price... Even if it's the Lord God, he can only blow it for four or five seconds at most? If those idiot knights really want to use this horn to save me, I'm afraid they will be torn apart before they can blow it... I mean it literally."

“Does the severity of the disaster have anything to do with the time the trumpet is blown?”

"I'm not sure, but there should be some connection." Ji Nian pondered for a moment, "Anyway, this thing is very evil. In the final analysis, it's like a disaster reminder. The one who actually caused the disaster may not be the one who blew it... It's just a tool of fate. Maybe the real source of the disaster has long been buried somewhere else."

Lin Qiye nodded thoughtfully.

"What's the situation outside? Has the Great Xia God arrived?" asked Ji Nian.

Lin Qiye simply recounted the situation, and Ji Nian raised his eyebrows, "Zuo Qing broke the intercom?"

"Yes." Lin Qiye sighed regretfully and took out his pixel walkie-talkie from his arms. "Otherwise, I can contact them directly and ask them what their plans are..."

"It's easy."

Bang——!

Ji Nian raised his hand and snapped his fingers in the air.

"Done." Jinian clapped his hands and said leisurely.

Lin Qiye was stunned and was about to ask something when a loud explosion suddenly came from not far away!

I saw a blinding pillar of fire that broke through the ground between the bottom layer of the dungeon and this layer, and then pierced through several layers in succession, directly piercing through the entire abyss dungeon, like a spear shooting straight into the sky!

A terrifying fluctuation of divine power emanated from the pillar of fire, and a scorching air wave swept across the second floor. The faces of all the sub-god-level criminals present, as well as Lin Qiye and others, changed at the same time!

"Did something happen to Xiaonan?" Lin Qiye frowned.

"No... that's not right." The pixelated cape danced wildly on Ji Nian's body. She narrowed her eyes and looked at the center of the fire column, with a smile on her lips.

"Sure enough, things are getting interesting..."

Amidst the blazing flames, three figures rushed into the dungeon one after another!

Si Xiaonan rode the huge demon wolf Fenrir and leaped steadily from the bottom to the surface of Asgard. Two figures fell behind her.

One of them was shrouded in flames, with a skinny body, and four slender and dry arms under the dark golden coarse linen clothes; the other was a giant, more than 20 meters tall, holding a heavy black hammer in his hand. Countless frosts covered the surface of his mountain-like body, forming a thick ice armor. With every step he took, the earth shook violently.

They all exude the pressure of a main god!

"Agni, the Indian god of fire, and Ymir, the frost giant who founded the giant nation...are they both imprisoned at the bottom of the abyss dungeon?"

Ji Nian recognized the two gods with terrifying auras at a glance and spoke in surprise.

Si Xiaonan rode Fenrir and walked to Lin Qiye and others and Ji Nian. With his lips slightly opened, his voice rang directly from their minds:

"You guys follow us for a while and try to avoid taking action. Let these sub-gods and the two main gods do the hard work first..."

"Are the two main gods okay?" Lin Qiye asked.

"No problem. I made a deal with them. At least in Asgard, our goals are the same."

"There should be more than just the two of them in the bottom of the dungeon, right?" Ji Nian recalled the dark and deep cells at the bottom of the Abyss Dungeon and asked in confusion, "Where are the others?"

"The others don't want to listen to my command. If we release them rashly, it might cause unnecessary trouble. It's better to be cautious."

After Si Xiaonan finished speaking, he rode Fenrir and jumped in front of everyone.

She turned her head and her gaze fell on the majestic mountain in the center of Asgard that reached into the sky...

She took a deep breath, and a sharp cold light flashed in her eyes!

"Asgard, I, Si Xiaonan... am back."

…

Rainbow Bridge.

Among the countless red brick walls, Zhou Ping, holding a blood-stained sword, stepped over the corpse of a Nordic god and walked forward with an expressionless face.

He put the sword back into the sword case, looked down at the corner of his black shirt stained red with divine blood, his face full of disgust, rubbed it with his fingertips, and sighed:

"I don't know if the stains left by the divine blood can be washed away with laundry detergent..."

At this moment, the red brick walls on both sides suddenly flickered, like an old TV that kept disturbing. Lines of dark green codes collapsed, and all the nearby brick walls became visibly transparent to the naked eye.

Seeing this, Zhou Ping looked up at the figure in the cap in the sky:

"Have you exhausted your mental strength?"

At the same time, other human ceilings wandering in the red brick maze also found that the surrounding maze was receding. Fortunately, after a series of battles, the first batch of Nordic gods who came here had been almost completely wiped out, leaving only a few scattered lesser gods who were being frantically hunted down by Sun Wukong and Yang Jian.

Guan Zai, who was in mid-air, swayed and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale under his baseball cap, and it was obvious that he was overdrawn.

A figure instantly cut through space, came to his side, and supported his body.

"Are you okay?" Zhou Ping asked worriedly, carrying the sword case on his back and letting the blood from the corner of his mouth drip onto his shirt.

"It's okay... just take a rest." Guan Zai smiled.

Yuuri Takibai, Zuo Qing, and Master Chen arrived one after another. The Queen Mother of the West crossed several kilometers in one step, holding the Holy Rainbow Sword, and her gilded purple-patterned robe was spotless.

"Queen Mother." Zuo Qing cupped his hands.

"Loki is dead." As soon as the Queen Mother of the West spoke, it was a bombshell, "Someone else killed him."

"Others? Who?" Master Chen asked in surprise, as he lifted the curtain of the carriage.

Queen Mother Xi raised her head and glanced into the distance with a complicated expression, "A little girl...very nice."

"In that case, should we continue to fight our way over, or go back to Daxia directly?"

"Of course, kill them!"

A voice came from the sky, and Sun Wukong walked slowly towards them, carrying the golden hoop. The huge image behind him gradually dissipated, but his dazzling golden pupils were still full of high fighting spirit.

"With just these few Outer Gods... I, Old Sun, haven't killed enough!"