Chapter 500 Lu Yu: Killing gods is as easy as breathing! One person can suppress a world! Entering the Old Times

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The long river of history suddenly fell into a state of madness, with endless historical errors, time distortion, and the extracted time and space turned into a black hole that swallowed everything.

"What happened?"

Countless ancient beings in the sleeping history were awakened, and even the gods on the mother river cast their eyes.

They looked surprised, wondering what happened?

This movement seemed to be bigger than the one that was buried countless years ago.

Did the Pure White God die?

Or is the Faceless God, the God of Fun, causing trouble?

Or is the Old Times about to usher in a transformation?

However, the long river of history did not answer anyone's questions. It even violated the iron law that the past belongs to history and directly began to flow against the current, sweeping the dust of history and rushing towards the present world.

The historical monsters that were originally shrouded in the mist of history seemed insignificant in front of the fully awakened long river of history and could only flee in a desperate manner. Can't

escape? Then they will be crushed in an instant.

"What is this?!"

The Tianzhao clan, who were originally resting in the Ashes Boat, also stared at the sweeping long river of history in amazement.

Even if they rely on the true king-level combat power of the artifact, which is enough to occupy a place in the main world, in this long river of history, a wave of spray that is raised at will can annihilate them.

Even the gods had to give in to the long river of riots.

But now... they have nowhere to run!

Buzz!

Just when they thought their tribe was going to be destroyed, the yellow cloth flags on the ash sky boat fluttered, and the originally surging waves of history actually bypassed them.

"Praise the great collector!"

All the Tianzhou people saw this scene, knelt on the ground, and prayed devoutly.

The false king of Tianzhou watched this scene. During this time, he could feel that the people no longer believed in the sun or the king of Tianzhou, but began to believe in the collector.

But he did not stop it. As long as they could survive, what difference did it make?

"What a pity, Lu Yu didn't come." The fake king Tian Zhou sighed. His potential has reached its limit. Although the fake king and the real king are only one step apart, there is a world of difference between them.

Especially the long years of incarnation as the beast of Tian Zhou have worn away his spirit, and it is difficult for him to go against the mother river and become the king.

But Lu Yu is different. His talent is unprecedented and he has unlimited potential. He is recognized by the Sun King and is a perfect successor.

It's a pity that he started too high. With the support of the powerful human race, too many people are willing to give him a chance.

"Only when you are beaten by reality will you understand how precious the opportunity to become a king is." The fake king Tian Zhou is not in a hurry, nor does he think that Lu Yu can become the king 100%.

You know, with the full help of the Tianzhou clan, he is capable of becoming a true king. If he can rescue that group of ancients and bring back the secrets in the sun, he can become the pinnacle of the true king or even a demigod.

With such temptation, the other party will definitely not be able to resist it.

As long as you are patient, you can wait for him sooner or later and become the Tianzhou King obediently.

I just don’t know what happened in the long river of history. It feels like he is particularly anxious, as if he

is afraid that it will be too late!

At the same time, in this world,

"Is this the so-called funeral?"

Even the evil god of chaos, who is condensed by desire, can't understand why the disciple wants to commit suicide?

And he used the top-level divine object, the Spear of the Old Day, for fear that he would not die?

Is it because he failed to complete the task and died to atone for his sins?

Or is his mind fragile and can't accept failure?

The kings frowned, unable to understand the disciple's logic.

But they soon realized...

Although the higher the spiritual level, the more terrifying and crazy the nature, but that is obsession, not brainlessness.

Trying to understand a madman, isn't this sick?

But what concerned them more was that the Chaos Spirit God called the disciple, and was even quite jealous of the existence behind it.

Because they came late, they just thought he was the agent of a top-level great existence? His

style of doing things is more like that of the Faceless God's camp!

"Why on earth!?"

Among the kings, the only one who knew the identity of the disciple, the King of Order, or the Lady of the World, looked at the disciple who died in an elegant manner without feeling the breath of life, and her brows were locked.

"This guy must have been hanging out outside for too long and has ruined his brain. I've told you that if you like him, you might as well keep him as a concubine..." The Mechanical Angel said carelessly, but under the gentle gaze of the Mechanical Mother, she shut up and whispered, "I'm just giving you a suggestion."

In fact, she also had some selfish motives. If Ms. World kept Lu Yu, she could borrow him to play with.

This guy once made her pregnant and kicked her to abort.

Although he used the breeding foot, he was also an enemy at the time.

But you can tell if the result is the same.

Let Huangmao get pregnant, bully him severely, and then abandon him.

Although it's a bit too much, at least no one will die.

Look at it now, it has become a barbecue skewer. I guess we can only save it by burning oil.

Wait...it's not bad to make it into an electric toy!

"Okay, have you forgotten that we share the same body? If we don't put up a mental barrier, will the strong thoughts be like playing a radio in our heads?" The Mechanical Mother reminded helplessly, causing the Mechanical Angel to quickly gather his thoughts and put up a mental barrier for himself.

The Mechanical Mother said helplessly in her heart: "World, don't worry about it. Xinyue means well, but Lu Yu should have other tricks up his sleeve."

Ms. World didn't care, or rather...

she didn't think that Lu Yu, who was so ruthless, would be willing to die.

But looking at the disciple who committed suicide in front of him, it was a fact.

Ms. World inherited the memory of the Master of Spiritual Machinery, so she naturally recognized this famous weapon, the legendary Gun of the Old Days.

The way to use it is that the older the target is, the stronger the sealing ability is, and it can even resonate through the long river of history.

But the only drawback is that it is very fragile and can be easily broken. It is not suitable for fighting.

It is usually used as a finishing blow!

Since its birth, it has had two masters. The first one was [Old Days], who only existed in the past sun.

The second one was the Faceless God.

In their hands, even a blade of grass is a top-level artifact, enough to cut off the world, so strength is not important.

The disciple is different. The conditions for using the Spear of the Old Days are extremely harsh for him, and it is easy to overturn if he is not careful.

In addition, with the appearance of the Wall of Billions of Evil Spirits, even if the power of the Spear of the Old Days is exhausted, it is impossible to pierce the Chaos Spirit Evil.

But he chose to hit himself...

Ancient...

"Could it be..."

Lady World seemed to understand something, and looked at the disciple's blood flowing on the stone spear, absorbed by the uneven and rough surface, flowing along the sun pattern, gradually bursting with brilliance, reflecting the ancient years.

At this moment, her expression changed suddenly. Did she understand what Lu Yu wanted to do?

"Don't get close to the disciples, go!"

She retreated decisively and shouted to the human kings who were preparing to intercept the Chaos Spirit God's ascension to the gods.

The human kings were also stunned. Although they were confused, they chose to retreat based on their trust in the King of Order, but they still kept a distance that allowed them to attack.

The kings of the Ten Thousand Races frowned. Although they didn't know what the King of Order was doing, they became more alert and attacked the Chaos Spirit God.

Laws were passed down, and various royal courts appeared, pressuring the main world.

"Lord of Order, since you have helped me solve half of my opponents, after I become a god, you can be my son of God and search for more worlds for me!"

Chaos Spirit God laughed loudly, and his twisted body of desire spread out countless hands of desire, like a pair of open and ferocious mouths, swallowing most of the old god's body and digesting more power.

Flesh, soul, and spirituality intertwined, igniting the divine fire, melting divinity, and condensing his own authority.

"Let all worlds listen to my voice!"

Chaos Spirit God looked crazy, but the next second, he heard a mysterious sound coming from the body of the disciple who was standing on the spot and pierced by the Spear of the Old Days.

Wow!

Like a surging sea wave, it surged and surged.

"This is..."

Chaos Spirit God was stunned at first, thinking that the disciple was going to play the path of resurrection again, but as the dusty memory began to revive, a look of horror appeared on his face:

"How is it possible?!"

Boom!

With the sound of space breaking, the vast river of history seeped out from the disciple's heart, turning into billions of historical dusts, dyeing the world a rusty red.

Blurred, dead, and gloomy, it was like a film in an old-fashioned projector after overexposure.

The original location of the disciple became the source of chaos in the world!

"What!?"

This scene stunned the kings.

They did not freeze, but decisively used the law to resist. However, facing the endless historical dust, even the laws that reformed the world were instantly covered, and then disappeared silently like lost history.

The spirit was silent, and all things perished!

This is the true power of the end of the law.

If they had not been too close, and the long river of history had not expanded without restraint, they would have been swept away by the rapids and buried in the past.

Even so, there was a true king of the Ten Thousand Races Camp who could only watch his royal court being swept away by the long river of history, covered by countless historical dust, and sinking to the bottom of the river.

They could not understand why the disciples penetrated themselves and could attract the long river of history that had always existed in the past!

Even if an ordinary great being collapses, it may not appear in person.

Disciple... on what basis? The

human kings were thankful that the King of Order reminded them.

However, Lady of the World stared at the long river of history that engulfed the world, with a slight smile on her lips:

"So that's it."

She always felt that Lu Yu's gifts were too great and his growth rate was too fast, and even the Son of God might not be able to match him.

Now I finally understand that Lu Yu is not an agent of a mysterious existence, but

a human body of a great being like myself.

Moreover, it is extremely ancient!

Even the long river of history must treat it with caution!

Lady of the World felt better and was no longer worried.

Since Lu Yu dared to do this, he must have confidence.

This is her blind confidence in him for so long.

Moreover, as high-dimensional life forms, the probability of getting together is greater.

"Damn it, why can he summon the long river of history?" The Chaos Spirit God roared. Although it was unbelievable, he kept resisting the approaching historical dust, thinking in his heart: "But as long as he is swept away by the long river of history, everything will be over, and there is not much historical dust on the main body, it should not be affected..."

As long as he can survive, at least he can be guaranteed to be safe!

However, at this time, a piece of white paper appeared on the long river of history, and words appeared on it.

[The disciple defeated the Thousand-Armed Elf Queen, the Void Thousand-Footed Sword Princess, the Hundred-Eyed Angel and the Storm Nine-Headed Dragon. Facing the resurrected old god, he cleverly chose to pierce his body with the Spear of the Old Days. After all...]

​​[He is older than the gods! 】

【The long river of history was inspired by this and was ready to take this story and seal it in the past. 】

Learn from the barbarians to defeat the barbarians!

Use the Paper God's method to defeat the Paper God!

At the end of the white paper, a pattern of a felt hat emerged, making the Chaos Spirit God Evil seem to see the disciple smiling at her and silently mocking her.

Are you the only one who can write a story?

Seeing this, the Chaos Spirit God Evil had no time to get angry, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, and suddenly found that the Spear of the Old Days appeared on himself and the Paper God's body at some point.

Cause and effect are linked, the moment Lu Yu sealed himself, everything in the entire Kingdom of the Old Days was sealed.

Everything is because she took the initiative to guide the other party to join this story and established a causal connection.

Just like the stupid villain in the story, he was played around by Lu Yu!

"No!!!!"

Chaos Spirit God Evil roared, trying her best to resist, but it was too late.

The mighty river of history surged, and the Paper God's body burst out with vast divine power. The historical dust on her body almost disappeared, and most of her divine power was restored.

However, facing the impact of the long river of history, she was instantly submerged.

She had no power to resist!

Chaos Spirit God Evil fled frantically, but the long river of history had already locked her, and a wave of casual waves swept her body into the historical dust.

At this moment, endless panic surged in her heart.

She has not yet become a god...

She does not want to die... She

does not want to be imprisoned in the eternal Old Age...

But the waves of the long river of history burst out with a terrifying suction force, constantly sweeping her away. She looked at the Sky Tree King who was only a few meters away from her.

She tried her best to meet the other party.

With a click, the painful face of the other party's wife appeared on the exquisite face of the Chaos Spirit God. She shouted in panic:

"Save me, otherwise she will also be imprisoned in the Old Age for eternity!"

The Sky Tree King lost the suppression of the Old Kingdom of God and stood in place, looking at his wife's painful face and her voice in his ears:

"... Safataid... It hurts so much..."

Looking at this scene, the Sky Tree King looked painful, subconsciously stretched out his hand and touched the Chaos Spirit God.

The Elf Queen saw this scene and hesitated to speak.

Is she going to stop her father from saving her mother?

But if the Chaos Spirit God survived, wouldn't it mean that all the disciples' previous efforts would be in vain?

Finally, she shouted: "Father, don't be fooled, my mother died a long time ago, she was just pretending."

The Sky Tree King said hoarsely without looking back:

"If I can be with her, even if it means burying the past, what's the matter, Christasha, please forgive my selfishness."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and touched the Chaos Spirit God, whose body was swallowed by the waves of the long river of history, which made the latter's eyes full of greed.

As long as he touched it, he could erode the soul of the Tree King, borrow the power of the other party to break the cause and effect, and occupy the body of the True King.

Almost...

just a little bit...

But just when the Sky Tree King was about to touch it, a voice suddenly came from behind:

"Safataid!"

The Sky Tree King turned his head suddenly, and saw a figure in a white dress appearing in the almost ruined dust forest.

She had the same face as Elfheim, leaning against the tree, with a gentle smile, exactly the same as the figure in the Sky Tree King's memory.

Even the soul breath was exactly the same.

"Elfheim?" The Sky Tree King was stunned. Why are there two Elfheims?

However, Elfheim in the dust frowned and said, "Why are you still as stupid as before? Didn't I tell you to live well? If you miss me, look at the dust. I will come back." At

this moment, the Sky Tree King was completely shaken.

The real Elfheim had come back a long time ago.

"Get out of here!"

However, the next second, accompanied by a roar, the white moonlight in the memory was instantly roared away and fell into the jungle, blood splashed, dyeing the thorn bush red.

"She is a fake!"

The one who made the move was the Chaos Spirit God Evil. The dust of history has covered her whole body, leaving only her head. Anyone who destroys her survival plan will be crushed by her.

And the other party is really a fake, because the real soul of Elfheim is in her hands.

She looked at the Sky Tree King who stayed where he was, enslaving Elfheim and continuing to ask for help, but the woman's face became ferocious and roared: "Save me quickly, or I will kill myself!"

It was like...

a villain who was angry and embarrassed after his plan was exposed!

"Bitch..." Before the Chaos Spirit Goddess could curse, she was smashed down by the Law of the Sky Tree, crushing her head, and the red and white things permeated the roots of the Sky Tree.

The Sky Tree King looked at the Chaos Spirit Goddess indifferently as she was covered by the dust of history and completely swept into the long river of history.

When he turned his head and looked at the jungle again, he did not find Elfheim's body, nor any blood, as if everything just now was just a dream.

However, in the jungle in the distance, a half-elf girl was stumbling, wounded, and the world in front of her became more and more blurred, and her spirituality was declining.

Although the Chaos Spirit God used all his strength to resist the erosion of the dust of history, he was still a true king after all, and his roar almost shattered her.

If it weren't for his indestructible characteristics, he would have died on the spot.

But he was also terribly polluted and eroded by time.

There is a price to pay for intervening in the future.

"Are you going to die?"

Feeling the approach of death, the half-elf girl continued to overflow with red air, condensing into a ring.

Her body also turned into a thin red figure, and she rushed in with all her might.

"Before I meet Xiu Ren, death can't catch up with me."

All this did not attract anyone's attention, except...

"Time has finally formed a closed loop."

With a sigh, the disciple walked slowly on the long river of history, leaning on the scepter.

The surging and violent river of history actually condensed a peaceful road for him to walk on.

Everyone held their breath.

However, Lu Yu didn't care about them. He recalled everything that had just happened in the jungle and sighed in his heart.

That half-elf girl...

was the No. 44 Demon Rat, the girl he met at the beginning. She came to the future, but used a special time barrier to block the connection with the rat.

It can't use its own identity to contact its future self, nor can it communicate with them, otherwise it will suffer the backlash of time.

Lu Yu also pretended not to know its existence, thinking that he could complete the plan without the help of the Demon Rat, so that it could go back safely.

But he didn't expect that for his own plan and to prevent the Chaos Spirit God from having a chance to hurt him, Demon Rat No. 44 took the initiative to sacrifice himself.

The future it traveled through was obviously different from the information it told at the beginning, but his own status forcibly anchored the timeline, with the time he spent as the only one.

It also included the fate of the rat clone's death.

The power of time is far more terrifying than he imagined!

Even more terrifying is the forbidden truth, which can forcibly anchor uniqueness.

Let time form a special closed loop.

If he is a real taboo, he can change it at will, but now, he can only witness it.

"Taboo, high and mighty, isn't it a kind of mercy?"

This thought suddenly emerged in Lu Yu's mind, and he had a deeper understanding of taboos.

He raised his head and looked at the long river of history, which was like a huge spear of the Old Days, piercing through the Chaos Spirit Gods and the Old Gods, and chuckled:

"I said,"

"Killing gods is like breathing!"

As the voice fell, he was extremely arrogant, but no one spoke to refute it.

Even the Chaos Spirit Gods was the same, because she was floating in the dust of history and no longer had the ability to speak.

Even the kings remained silent.

They were very curious,

why did the long river of history give so many preferential treatments to the disciples?

Even the Old Gods could only be drowned by the long river of history, but the disciples could walk slowly.

As if they were witnesses and recorders of history.

He... no, what era did the immortal come from?

The Elf Queen stared blankly at the figure who saved the Sky Tree Kingdom and saved everything for herself, and it was deeply engraved in the depths of her soul.

At this moment, the disciple turned his head, looked at her, and said:

"Without the source of desire of the Chaos Spirits and Evil Gods, these evil spirits can still be saved as long as they dispel the ecological impact on their bodies and reverse the true nature of desire with the law. I'm leaving first."

After all, they are allies, so Lu Yu still gave a reminder.

The Elf Queen asked blankly: "Where are you going?"

The disciple adjusted his hat, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said without turning his head:

"I came from the past and am going to the future..."

"I'm passing by the human world."

At this point, the long river of history can't wait any longer.

For the sake of his forbidden status, He has waited for a long time to let Lu Yu experience the world under his control. Why is He still hesitating?

Doesn't He want to save face?

So,

endless historical dust covered him, hiding his figure. With the kingdom of God and the old gods as coffins, and the long river of history as escort, He held a century-long funeral.

Buried in...

the old days!

(End of this chapter)