Feng Shenxiu was taken aback upon hearing this.
While he was still in a daze, a sharp sword aura cleaved through the city he was dragging with the wind.
Immediately afterwards, a sword light flashed, and a young man in a black shirt stood beside Shang Yan.
"You've put all the seeds in?" Shang Yan asked, a bright smile spreading across his previously expressionless face as he saw him come out.
"Hmm," Zhou Ping nodded slightly in response, and gently patted the sword case.
bite--
A resounding sword cry echoed through the sky, the sword light intensified, and the surrounding mist dissipated considerably as the sword energy surged.
Feng Shenxiu looked at Zhou Ping, who had suddenly appeared in front of him, and there was nothing he didn't understand.
"You're the Great Xia God? I never expected..." He pointed at Shang Yan and muttered, "Damn it, was the message Osiris sent before he died wrong? How could a Great Xia God still intervene..."
"Alright, since I've been found out, I'm not going to pretend anymore." Shang Yan shrugged and glanced at Zhou Ping, signaling him to say something.
Zhou Ping:......
"We want both the city and your life," Zhou Ping said calmly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of a sword ringing out rang out.
The Dragon Elephant Sword appeared before him.
After exchanging a glance, the two monks blocked Feng Shenxiu's retreat route from one in front and the other behind.
Behind him was Shang Yan, who held a bone sword and controlled the laws of life and death.
Before him were countless sharp sword intents.
Feng Shenxiu felt that he had encountered an unprecedented challenge this time... no, it would be more accurate to call it a calamity.
He stretched out his hand, and a hurricane arose.
They came face to face with two figures, one in black and one in white.
Shang Yan removed the black halo from his head; this was the first time he had used the power of the laws of his second divine nature.
Nirvana.
The black halo slowly grew larger in his hand.
The aura emanating from above was strange, unlike anything Feng Shenxiu had ever witnessed before…
The sharp sword intent left mottled wounds on his body. Feng Shenxiu was shocked that a human could hurt him, but he was even more wary of the black halo in Shang Yan's hand.
Dead silence, only dead silence.
He had a very strong premonition that the halo would really kill him!
The kind where both body and soul are destroyed!
As soon as this thought arose, Feng Shenxiu paused slightly in his movements.
He glanced back at the city he had dragged along for so long, unwilling to give up, and faced Zhou Ping once again.
The man and the god clashed once more, their black and white figures intertwining in the air. In the mist, the young man in the black shirt exuded a chilling sword aura, firmly holding the upper hand.
Because of Shang Yan's blessing, he felt no fatigue at all, and even became more and more courageous in battle.
As Zhou Ping's Dragon Elephant Sword pierced Feng Shenxiu's shoulder, the black halo in Shang Yan's hand moved.
Extremely fast.
In the next instant, Feng Shenxiu, who was standing right in front of Zhou Ping, was decapitated.
Only a god can truly kill a god.
With a slight movement of the Dragon Elephant Sword in his hand, Zhou Ping slowly raised his head and looked in the direction where Shang Yan was.
"Alright, shall we take them home?" Shang Yan put away the black halo and placed it back above his head.
“Okay.” Zhou Ping nodded slightly, and the Dragon Elephant Sword in his hand flew out, supporting the half of the city that had been dug up, replacing the dissipating hurricane.
“There should be more than one; they will send more people.” Zhou Ping turned to look at Shang Yan beside him. Shang Yan, who had already activated the second law, was surrounded by a faint aura of death.
Noticing that Zhou Ping was looking at him, the murderous aura around him paused for a moment, and then dissipated by most of it.
"Since they're here, let them stay," Shang Yan said with a slow smile to Zhou Ping.
He and Zhou Ping flew through the air, rushing back at top speed.
As they flew into a misty area, Shang Yan slowed down.
He suddenly looked up at the sky.
A sound that only he could hear came from afar.
"Long... stay..."
Shang Yan was startled and quickly removed the black halo above his head, concealing his aura as he flashed to Zhou Ping's side.
"What's wrong, Yan Yan?" Zhou Ping sensed something was wrong and quickly reached out to catch Shang Yan.
"It's the Soul Summoning Bell. I can't use my abilities for now." Shang Yan's expression was somewhat solemn. People outside had sensed his presence and were trying to find him.
"!" Zhou Ping's pupils contracted, then he bent down and picked Shang Yan up with one hand. "Then leave him to me."
"It will take at least six hours." Shang Yan's face was tense. How could things have gone wrong at this time!
Seeing Shang Yan's solemn expression, Zhou Ping hugged him tightly, saying, "I'm here, nothing will happen."
"My resurrection ability is still usable." Shang Yan placed a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry... my ability isn't unusable..."
The two of them slipped into the fragments of the city that were being dragged along by the Dragon Elephant Sword.
In the dimly lit, warm underground parking garage.
Seeing the two return safely, Lu Yu, who was standing by the stove, breathed a sigh of relief and quickly went to greet them.
"Sword Saint Senior, Sea God Senior, you have arrived."
Zhou Ping nodded slightly. After setting Shang Yan down, he glanced around the underground parking garage. "Have all those people moved back?"
"We've brought them back. The seeds given by the Sword Saint have sprouted a huge bunch of vines, and those vines helped carry most of the unconscious people in," Lu Yu said, quickly bringing two stools to Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping pushed Shang Yan to sit down, his eyes filled with worry. "Take a rest. You must be tired from the journey."
Shang Yan plopped down on the plastic stool. After realizing what was happening, he shook his head sincerely, "I'm not tired."
Just then, a noise came from behind. Chen Han walked in with three children, his face somewhat pale.
"My mental strength is limited, so I saved the children first. These three children are quite talented and actually managed to break free from the influence of the gale and wake up."
Hearing this, Shang Yan, who was sitting on the bench, raised his eyes. "These people are all unconscious... I can..."
“No,” Zhou Ping said, pressing down on his shoulder. “You’re not in good shape right now. They’re not in any immediate danger. We’ll use them when it’s absolutely necessary.”
Shang Yan nodded slowly after hearing what he said.
Chen Han was a little tired and went to rest first.
When Lu Yu saw the two figures sitting and standing not far away, he couldn't help but mutter, "The intelligence was right, these two are really close..."
He led the three awake children over.
The three children consisted of two boys and one girl, and they were all wearing thick cotton-padded coats.
Noticing their clothing, Zhou Ping reached out and touched Shang Yan's hair. "Are you cold?"
He and the monk arrived in a hurry, and they were dressed in thin clothes.
He wore a black shirt, while Shang Yan wore a white shirt with a cartoon shark pattern on it, which looked quite cute.
"It's not cold, there's a stove burning here!" Shang Yan shook his head, then glanced at Zhou Ping with some suspicion. "Don't tell me you're afraid of the cold."
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