The Peerless God of War of the Female President

A group of people with swords rushed out of the ruined walls and rushed towards the monster without hesitation.

Hearing that familiar shout of killing, Yang Chen felt relieved, because this at least proved that the place he was in was the territory of the Xia people.

But he soon became a bit puzzled, because the costumes worn by these people in front of him turned out to be the ancient costumes of Xia Kingdom!
The swords in his hands are all cold weapons from Xia Kingdom in ancient times!

Could it be that he has traveled to ancient times?
How is this possible!
Don't allow Yang Chen to think too much, the crowd of people rushing to kill have merged with the monsters!
In an instant, the sound of shouts, screams, and roars mixed together, stumped limbs and arms flew across, and flesh and blood splattered everywhere!
Standing on the stone platform, Yang Chen's blood was boiling with excitement, and then he let out a roar, and jumped into the crowd.

After picking up a long knife in the hand of a broken arm, Yang Chen rushed to a monster head-on, leaped high and slashed at Huashan with a knife, and chopped down on the monster's head!
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The monster's head was split in half by Yang Chen, and a stream of stinky blood splashed all over Yang Chen.

But the blood aroused the killing intent in Yang Chen's heart. After a burst of laughter, blood began to flash in Yang Chen's eyes.

"kill!"

After Yang Chen shouted, he swung his long knife and rushed into the monster group again.

Soon, more than a dozen monsters died under Yang Chen's long knife. Wherever Yang Chen passed, the monsters fell down one after another, and their stumps and limbs flew across.

Yang Chen, whose whole body was drenched in monster blood, was like a tireless killing machine, blocking and killing countless monsters...

After an unknown amount of time, the group of monsters finally dissipated, and the shouts of killing also tended to subside.

Holding a knife in one hand, Yang Chen stood in the sea of ​​blood among the mountains of corpses, his blood-red eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his whole body seemed to be surrounded by strands of black gas.

"Thank you for this strong man who came forward to save us. I don't know the name of the strong man Gao?"

A middle-aged warrior in his 40s walked up to Yang Chen and clasped his fists to ask, but when he found out about Yang Chen's condition, his eyes suddenly became vigilant.

"Strong man?"

The middle-aged warrior yelled again, and Yang Chen finally came to his senses, the killing intent in his eyes gradually dissipated, and the black energy surrounding his body also dissipated.

But what followed was a deep sense of tiredness. Without the blessing of chaotic energy, Yang Chen's physical strength had been severely overdrawn, reaching a state of exhaustion.

"Brother, you're being polite, I'm next to Yang Chen, he's not a strong man..."

Yang Chen tried his best to smile, the knife in his hand weighed a thousand catties, and it fell to the ground with a clang.

"Come here, quickly help the strong man to rest, don't drink or eat!"

After the middle-aged warrior spoke, the two young men immediately walked to Yang Chen's side, helped him to the foot of the stone platform, and sat on the steps.

After Yang Chen panted for a while, he finally recovered a bit, and the middle-aged warrior was brought a bowl of water.

Yang Chen looked at the filthy liquid in the bowl, and really didn't have the desire to drink it, so he smiled and declined saying he wasn't thirsty.

The middle-aged man sighed and said, "Since this evil spirit came, we have no clean water source..."

Yang Chen smiled, clasped his fists and asked, "Dare to ask big brother, where is this place? Is it within Xia Kingdom?"

"Xia Guo? I've never heard of it, this is Zhuzhou."

"Zhuzhou?"

Hearing this strange place name, Yang Chen couldn't help but feel a shocking wave in his heart.

These people in front of them have never heard of Xia Guo, so there are only two possibilities, either they have traveled through time and returned to the past, or they have entered another time and space.

However, no matter which one it is, it is theoretically impossible to happen.

"Strong man, looking at your clothes, you must be from a foreign land, right? Are there evil spirits running rampant in your place?"

Yang Chen hesitated for a while and said: "I am indeed from a foreign country, but we don't have such evil spirits..."

After listening to the few young people around Yang Chen, they all showed envious expressions.

"Oh, we don't know what evil we have committed. It has been three years since evil spirits have been rampant in Zhuzhou. The people have been slaughtered by these evil spirits. Everyone within a hundred miles is here. As long as The evil spirits come again, and we will die..."

As the middle-aged warrior spoke, the circles of his eyes had begun to turn red, and the young people around him also lowered their heads sadly.

Yang Chen took a glance, and found that those who were cleaning the battlefield and picking up the bones in front of him, plus those who were resting and healing at the side, and the few people in front of him, there were only five or sixty people in total.

If this is all the population within a hundred miles, then it is true that, as the middle-aged warrior said, the monsters only need to attack again, and these people will be slaughtered!
"Dare to ask brother, do you know where these evil spirits come from?"

"Oh, it's a long story, it's all caused by those flying fairies!"

Yang Chen was stunned: "God... Immortal?"

"Yes, the gods on Kunlun Hill."

Hearing the three words Kunlun Qiu, Yang Chen's mind couldn't help but roar.

Could the Kunlun Hill they were talking about be Kunlun? !
"Brother, what kind of gods are you talking about?"

"Hey, those gods live on the Kunlun Hill, which is eight hundred miles away and ten thousand ren high. It's hard for us to see them at ordinary times."

"Then what do you say, these evil spirits are caused by the gods?"

The middle-aged warrior snorted and said: "The evil spirits are not brought by the gods, but they have nothing to do with them! The elders in the clan said that the gods lived in Kunlun Hill because the Emperor of Heaven sinned and broke the ladder. They lived in the human world, so when they finished repairing the heavenly ladder, they returned to the heavenly realm, leaving only some disciples in Kunlun Hill."

"Those disciples of the gods, in order to follow the gods to the heavens, began to study the heavenly books left by the gods, looking for ways to open the ladder."

When the middle-aged warrior said this, he raised his chin, looked at the stone platform behind Yang Chen and said, "They built this altar, they built countless such altars in Kyushu, and every altar left disciples Guards, just wait for the same moment to activate the altar together to activate the ladder."

Yang Chen looked at the tall stone platform in front of him, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Finally, on this day three years ago, the disciples of the gods who stayed at the holy altars in Kyushu worked together at the same time to activate the altars."

Speaking of this, the eyes of the middle-aged warrior involuntarily showed fear.

"Unexpectedly, after the altar was activated, it attracted not gods, but countless evil spirits! These evil spirits kill everyone they meet, which is unreasonable at all. I heard a person who came back from overseas say that those The evil spirits even slaughtered a tribe called Mata, with tens of 10 people, leaving no one alive!"

"Ma, Ma what?"

"Mata, there are also people called Maya, overseas barbarians, we just speak according to their pronunciation, we don't know exactly what they are called."

Hearing the word Maya, Yang Chen couldn't help but gasped again. He turned around and looked at the 70-meter-high trapezoidal altar. Maya and the pyramids of Egypt appeared in his mind, as well as what the wild fox brought to him before. The photo I saw of the altar found in the Amazon jungle.

Could it be that the Mayan civilization, which has always been called an unsolved mystery by historians, disappeared like this? !
Looking at Yang Chen's shocked expression, the middle-aged warrior just thought that he was frightened by his words, so he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Actually, these evil spirits are not invulnerable. It’s a pity that there are too many of them, and the more they kill, the more they can’t be killed. It would be great if there were more warriors like you in our tribe..."

Yang Chen recovered from the shock, and asked tentatively: "Brother, can you tell me, who is the emperor now?"

"Emperor? What is an emperor?"

Looking at the blank expression on the middle-aged man's face, Yang Chen couldn't help but patted his forehead. After he finished speaking, this matter of mine has gone to prehistoric times...