In the end of rebirth, I rejected all gods

Facing such a person, Lin Yan didn't intend to run away, so he simply parked the car where he was and waited for him to arrive.

Sure enough, not long after, the other party really drove over. A total of seven or eight small passenger vehicles, large and small, and several small private cars stopped in front of Lin Yan, surrounding the group of people layer by layer.

Lin Yan got out of the car slowly, signaling to other people in the car not to move.

At this time, the other party got out of the vehicle. It was a short-haired man in a windbreaker, with acne scars all over his face, and he looked a little old.

Lin Yan also chuckled, and he was an acquaintance again.

A dog of Liu Yushan, the leader of the Kuroshio Organization, Zhou Hui.

"You are Lin Yan, right?"

This time Zhou Hui looked arrogant as soon as he got out of the car, he didn't pay attention to Lin Yan at all, and he could recognize Lin Yan with sharp eyes.

But what Lin Yan didn't expect was that the other party recognized him and dared to speak like this.

Zhou Hui continued to speak.

"I don't know why they are afraid of you. I heard that your two powers of faith were snatched from Li Yuanying. To be honest, I admire you very much. It's really beautiful."

"That idiot Li Yuanying deserves to be at the same level as me?"

Zhou Hui was full of words, and then his eyes were placed on the four powers of faith in Lin Yan's car, and he did not move away for a moment.

"I'm here today to tell you that I used these 4 powers of faith to honor His Majesty Liu Yushan. If you are sensible, take them out. Don't make the relationship so ugly."

"It's said that you are your opponent, and you even beat him. I've heard such rumors a lot. There are even people who say that Li Ruize can beat your lord. Whether that guy can beat me is a question."

Zhou Hui's words were so arrogant that even Jiang Nansheng in the car was almost laughing out loud. This person probably couldn't even beat Li Ruize, and wanted to grab Lin Yan's things.

But Lin Yan kept smiling and didn't speak, but the other party seemed to be unaware of anything and continued talking.

"Besides, when I saw you go in at the main gate of hell, it was nothing more than looking handsome when you came out, and it's useless to put on airs."

In the end, Zhou Hui stopped talking, stretched out a hand, and signaled Lin Yan to call out the power of faith. The subtext of the other party was telling Lin Yan that if Lin Yan didn't pay back, the people in this circle would immediately rush forward. Come here and tear Lin Yan into pieces.

But is Lin Yan really afraid of this?

Even if the state of Dou Zhan Shengfo cannot be activated, it shouldn't be that difficult to kill Zhou Hui.

Zhou Hui, the orange god, a fraudster in the slums.

In his previous life, Lin Yan fought against him. It was the first day after leaving school. Lin Yan didn't grow up as fast at that time, and he had already won the opponent. Now, he can easily kill him as well.

Lin Yan saw the orange light on his body, and he already understood that Jiang Nansheng was releasing a buff to him.

I didn't want Jiang Nansheng to help, but Jiang Nansheng offered to help, so let this battle end a little faster.

Seeing the figure of Lin Yan who was leaning against the station disappear suddenly, Zhou Hui was taken aback for a moment, is this different from what he imagined?

He saw that Lin Yan's abilities were bathing fire and flying into the sky, but he didn't expect that Lin Yan would suddenly disappear?
"Invisibility? Teleportation?"

With this ability, wouldn't it be in vain for him to bring so many water-type and control-type people?
All the doubts flowed directly into Zhou Hui's brain in an instant. Before he could react, he subconsciously activated his skills, and a poker card appeared in his hand.

When he saw Lin Yanzhi again, Lin Yan was already holding a dagger on Zhou Hui's neck.

Zhou Hui's cold sweat broke out in an instant, and his whole body began to panic.

He was very clear about himself, he was an attack and phantom ability user, and his defense was very low. This was the real reason why he didn't dare to approach Lin Yan, but the moment the other party disappeared, he actually appeared in front of him.

Who can stand this!

Zhou Hui, who had no other choice, immediately showed that apologetic smile.

"Big Brother Dalin"

"I'm just kidding. I just crossed the road and didn't want to provoke you. The one who spoke just now was me with my head stuffed in the toilet. Now I'm awake"

Facing such a sharp short blade, Zhou Hui didn't dare to move at all. The people around were about to come up, but they were immediately scolded by Zhou Hui.

"Go away! Don't lean over, didn't you see me greeting Brother Lin whom I haven't seen for a long time?"

After shouting, Zhou Hui immediately turned his face to Lin Yan, and continued to smile. Seeing his 180-degree change, Lin Yan felt a little interesting and asked.

"Who hasn't seen you for a long time, I think we should meet for the first time."

"It's like old friends at first sight. Seeing you is like seeing my own grandpa. This is not the same anymore. This is already blood dragon rain, right. Grandpa"

Lin Yan ignored Zhou Hui's words, but looked at the poker he was holding, which was a king of spades.

"Zhou Hui, do you know what the king of spades represents?"

"King. Yes. Right?"

Zhou Hui asked tentatively.

Lin Yan nodded, affirming Zhou Hui's answer.

"Well, it's the king, but which king have you ever met who is as cowardly as you?"

Hearing Lin Yan's words, Zhou Hui panicked even more, with a cold blade clamped around his neck, and the other party still said such words, who would not panic?

Zhou Hui continued with trembling lips.

"Grandpa Lin, no, ancestor Lin, I beg you, I will bring the Kuroshio to join you. From now on, I will be your Lin Yan's younger brother!"

With a muffled pop, Zhou Hui's neck was pierced by the blade, his pupils widened at the moment of death, and he looked at Lin Yan in surprise.

"Sorry, I don't need it."

As Zhou Hui's body gradually fell down, the healers around him seemed to quickly release their healing skills, trying to stop Zhou Hui's bleeding.

But Lin Yan turned his head to look at the healer directly, staring at him with sharp eyes.

The healer swallowed, under such gaze, the healer felt as if he was stripped naked and being watched by the other party, so panicked.

So, he wisely stopped the treatment.

And Zhou Hui's neck stopped breathing as blood gushed out continuously.

Holding Zhou Hui's power of faith, Lin Yan got into the car without looking back.

With such a leader, the soldiers brought out will not be very loyal. After all, Lin Yan, who killed their boss, left like this, and no one dared to catch up angrily.

In this way, under the watchful eyes of these hundred people, Lin Yan got closer to the driver's seat again.

Fang Qing, who was sitting in the back seat, took out a handkerchief and began to wipe the blood off Lin Yan's body. Lin Yan's entire arm was still stained with a lot of blood.

She asked while wiping.

"How is it, are you alright?"

"Well, just kill a clown."

After speaking, Lin Yan drove the car and left.

There was one more than he expected. He didn't expect that in the last time of the Power of Faith, someone would deliver the basketball to the door, which can be regarded as a piece of filial piety from his grandson.

It's a pity that the grandson died too soon.

Lin Yan drove the car towards the temporary base of the steel factory.

On the other side of the world, in a huge canyon at night, a man in a black windbreaker walked into the canyon.

He lowered his head while walking forward.

When he raised his head, he saw that he was the God of Shi'e.

And the direction his eyes were looking at was a huge altar, houses floating in the air, which set off the grandeur of the most central building off the ground.

To be honest, God Shi'er himself didn't want to come to this place. When he came here last time, he didn't know how many tens of thousands of years had passed.

But he had to come here, because he already had enough fame to come here and raise his orange rank to a gold rank.

Thinking of the appearance of those old monsters, God Shi'er felt shuddering.

He suddenly regretted becoming a so-called god.

When he saw Lin Yan, he was still very envious of Lin Yan, and felt like he used to be himself.

But there is often an illusion.

Seeing Lin Yan's constant pursuit of power, he was afraid that Lin Yan would also go on the same path as himself.

God Shi'er shook his head, absolutely no longer thinking about it, and stepped forward with his own steps, walking into the temple.

A soldier glanced at the comer, and led God Shi'er to the destination without stopping him.

Not long after, God Shi'er walked into a room, and there was a huge red spar floating in the room, and the spar emitted a charming light.

God Shi'er actually wanted to know what level his strength would be if he absorbed this red spar.

That's right, this thing is exactly the same thing as the white crystals that fell after Blue Star started the charging system, except that it is a deep dark red.

The red spar has extremely strong energy, and the monsters on the blue star can never reach the level where the red spar appears from the red spar.

"Master Shi'er, please wait, Lord Fate will arrive later."

The guard next to God Shi'er said, then pushed the door open and left the room.

God Shi'er walked around by himself. To be honest, the strong aura emitted by this red spar can make God Shi'er feel that his strength is accumulating.

If he lived here for decades, would he be able to break through the golden rank and become a god of the red rank?
God Shi'er walked up to the red spar, stretched out a hand, and tried to touch it.

"You'd better not touch that thing."

A voice sounded, God Shi'er looked towards the door, and a man in silver armor with a dark red flame on his head walked in.

"Fateful, long time no see."

God Shi'er nodded to him. As gods, many low-ranking people regard class as deadly and respect high-ranking people, but Shi'er God doesn't know it, and at most he just said hello.

This guy is the real powerhouse ranked No. 2 among the Twelve Elder Lords, a red-level god—the Fate!
I saw him slowly walking to the side of God Shi'er, and said.

"It's pretty fast. It feels like the last time we met was yesterday. I didn't expect you to be promoted to the ranks of golden gods so quickly."

"Not bad luck."

Shi'er God laughed.

But then, the fateful man suddenly turned his back to God Shi'er, and looked at the red spar in front of him.

"Really? I heard about your luck, and you know the title of Twelve Elder Lords."