Xijin City.

Third uncle's local food restaurant.

Zuo Qing pushed open the glass door, walked into the empty restaurant, and went straight to the kitchen.

It was not dinner time, and there was no other customer in the store except my third uncle who was reading a newspaper.

"Hello, how many people are you?"

When my third uncle saw the guests coming, he stood up with a smile.

"Sorry, I'm looking for someone." Zuo Qing smiled politely, then lifted the cloth on the back kitchen door and walked in quickly.

When my third uncle saw that he was not here to eat, he let out a click of the tongue and sat back down swayingly.

"Zuo Qing?"

Ye Fan, who was rolling up his sleeves to wash dishes, saw the person coming. Surprise appeared in his eyes, and then his face became serious again, "Something happened?"

Zuo Qing hummed and handed a document to Ye Fan.

"Two minutes ago, a powerful divine power fluctuation appeared in Lintang City. After analysis and identification, it was the Egyptian god of the underworld Osiris, codenamed 029."

"Osiris?" Ye Fan ignored the water stains on his hands and quickly flipped through the documents. "Why is there no movement at the border?"

"Someone set up an altar in Lintang City and summoned him directly here."

Ye Fan finished reading all the documents, frowning.

"Why at this time..."

"Could it be that those Outer Gods have guessed something?"

Ye Fan pondered for a moment, "It should be, otherwise how dare they send Osiris directly here? If so... then things will be troublesome."

"There is still half a year left before the time set by the Heavenly Lord. If those foreign gods really attack us during this period, what should we do?"

"Half a year..."

Ye Fan sighed, "Repairing the core of the Heavenly Palace is a process of reshaping the Great Dao. It cannot be interrupted or interfered with by the outside world. During this period, all the gods of Daxia who are involved in the repair cannot take action...

If anything does happen, we’ll be on our own.”

"Relying on humans to fight against gods..." Zuo Qing shook his head bitterly, "It would be fine if there were only one or two gods, but if it really came to the point of a large-scale war between gods, how could we possibly resist it?"

Ye Fan patted Zuo Qing's shoulder. After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke, "Zuo Qing, others can be afraid... but we can't. Even if the sky falls, we have to hold it up."

Zuo Qing took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, and nodded.

"So what should we do now? The Sword Master is already confronting Osiris, but he can only stop him at best. He can't kill all the Ennead Gods. If this drags on for too long, Osiris will sooner or later notice something is going on."

Ye Fan walked to the window, looked up at the sky, and said calmly:

"There is a Great Xia God who did not participate in the restoration of the Heavenly Palace. With him around... Osiris can't make any waves."

…

Lintang City.

Osiris, the god of the underworld, was suspended in the air, his pale eyes staring at the young man in front of him with a sword on his back, and there was no expression on his dry face.

"For a human to go this far... you surprise me."

A hoarse voice echoed in the air.

Zhou Ping remained silent.

"You should be the strongest among humans, right?" Osiris continued, "Unfortunately, you are still a little short of defeating me."

Zhou Ping slowly said, "How do you know if you don't try?"

bite--!!

The crisp sound of a sword erupted from the sword case behind him, mixed with the faint roar of a dragon, echoing among the clouds.

[Dragon Elephant] is unsheathed!

Zhou Ping held the hilt of the sword with one hand and took a step forward!

Before the long sword in his hand was swung out, a huge sword mark had already separated the thick clouds, and the cold sword energy pointed directly at Osiris' face and burst out in an instant!

Osiris stood in the air, without moving an inch, and raised the crooked staff in his hand slightly, pointing it at the nothingness in front of him.

A strange glow bloomed at the tip of the crank.

In an instant, the dark sky turned into a strange grayish-white color, as if covered by a layer of gauze, and the invisible sword energy emitting a black light, frozen in the air, extremely conspicuous.

As Osiris lowered the crooked staff, the black sword energy shattered into pieces, making the surrounding air buzz, and then disappeared without a trace.

Zhou Ping frowned slightly.

Although the sword just now was just a test, he could feel that the divine power of Osiris was deep and deep, much stronger than the Poseidon he had met before.

Next, he will get serious.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and an unprecedented sword intent bloomed from his eyes. He lightly scratched with the tip of his sword, cutting through the space in an instant, and his figure disappeared on the spot.

The next moment, behind Osiris, a dazzling sword light burst out like a blazing sun!

boom--!!

In the center of the pitch-black ghost town hanging upside down on the top of the clouds, a two-kilometer-long sword scar was cut out. The rolling sword energy filled the sky, like a sea of ​​sword energy rolling down from the sky, rushing endlessly.

In the netherworld of the dead, two figures, one black and one white, alternated at a dizzying speed.

A thunderous sound came from the clouds.

In the ruins, Lin Qiye and others looked up at the sky, their eyes full of shock.

They knew that the Sword Master was very strong.

But I didn't expect him to be so strong.

"Fighting the Hades..." Baili Pangpang swallowed his saliva and muttered to himself, "Senior Sword Saint, are you really a human?"

"It should be." Lin Qiye nodded, "After all, gods shouldn't be socially anxious."

"This is the demeanor of humanity's strongest fighting force..."

Cao Yuan couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Who could have imagined that Zhou Ping, who was diligently sweeping the floor and washing dishes in the warehouse, would now be confronting the God of the Underworld head-on?

Lin Qiye and others looked at the sword-wielding figure in the sky and suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of pride.

The fierce man fighting with God above is their teacher.

With the Sword Saint as their teacher, won't they be able to walk around Da Xia with ease in the future? !

…

The underworld of the dead.

Zhou Ping slashed with his sword, razing a large area of ​​ghosts in front of him to the ground. Osiris' figure flashed into the sky, and a solemn look finally appeared on his dry face.

The thick aura of death rolled around Zhou Ping, but it could not get close to his body at all.

He stood there like a sword.

A sword with a sharp edge and murderous aura.

Osiris was silent for a long time, his pale eyes narrowed slightly, he stretched out his palm and grabbed the modern world above his head.

The world turned gray and white again, and the strange power of laws flowed. Illusory figures were drawn out of the city and flowed back towards the netherworld hanging upside down in the sky.

Those are the souls of the dying.

Although the life span of the body is coming to an end, the body itself has not yet died. The connection between the soul and the body is gradually fading. Under the power of Osiris's law, this connection is forcibly severed, dragging the soul out of the body and guiding it into the air...

They floated in the air in fear, seeming to want to break free from the restraints, but under the pull of the power of the law, they could not move at all.

At this moment, a silver sphere appeared out of nowhere in the sky, with six rings surrounding the surface of the sphere, rotating irregularly.

Another wave of law fluctuations suddenly descended!

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