Attack the myths of the heavens and create the Taoist Tibetan wilderness!

Barca City, this is the royal city ruled by King Karades, bordering the Kingdom of Camelot, and is also one of the twelve kingdoms of the Celtic mythology world.

At this time, Fuxi, dressed in a golden Taoist robe, stood on the street, standing out from the crowd. A large number of people knelt down around him, shouting "God of Heaven"...

Obviously, they mistook Fuxi for a god of Heaven in Celtic mythology.

"Did it happen by accident?"

Fuxi looked up at the center of the city thoughtfully. An extremely powerful aura seemed to be gradually reviving with his arrival!

"It seems that I have entered the territory of a certain existence..." Fuxi murmured, but there was no panic on his face, and he was calm and composed.

The next moment——

Boom!

A loud noise came from deep in the city, followed by an endless gale that swept the whole city!

A roaring shout like thunder rolled in and rushed towards Fuxi head-on.

"Who are you!?"

"How dare you pretend to be Lord Angus!"

One after another, terrifying gusts of wind swept through the city, and the entire cloud began to roll!

The incomparable pressure descended, oppressing the people in the city in panic, looking at this scene in disbelief... This is the god's anger!

"Anger... Forget it, such a tongue-twisting name, what kind of god is this, it seems to be similar to me?"

Fuxi touched his chin and glanced around thoughtfully, the way of six lines was constantly deducing everything in this world.

But unfortunately, the Celtic mythology world is not weak, even with Fuxi's cultivation, he can't see through everything.

He is not like Di Jun, whose own cultivation is unfathomable, and he holds the thoroughly refined Hetu Luoshu, and he can know everything in the mythology world of the heavens with a thought.

But after a little deduction, Fuxi still knew some of the deeds of this Angus god.

Angus Mai Og, the god of love and youth in Celtic mythology, is also the son of Nuada, the king of gods, and the most powerful magician among the gods.

He also has some of the priesthood of the dream god. He is an extremely handsome male god with extremely powerful divine power and a huge number of believers and gods.

King Karades, one of the twelve kings, is his believer, and this royal city is the country of Angus's believers in the world.

"So that's it..."

Fuxi subconsciously touched his face, a little embarrassed, and didn't expect that his face was misunderstood.

Angus in Celtic mythology is a handsome god, and coincidentally, Fuxi is one of the most handsome great gods in the prehistoric world.

The two are incompatible to some extent.

When Fuxi deduced with the way of Liu Yao, the time in the outside world did not flow.

But the god living in the depths of the royal city seemed to have noticed something, and immediately mobilized the sea of ​​clouds in the sky without any hesitation, and brought down the divine punishment!

Boom!

A thunderbolt like a mountain came from the sky and struck Fuxi directly!

"Heavenly thunder? No, it's too weak!"

Fuxi's heart skipped a beat. As a great supernatural power, he instinctively faced the thunderbolt falling from the sky, and the first thing he thought of was the heavenly thunderbolt.

But this is the Celtic mythology world, and the thunderbolt that fell was just ordinary.

With this thought, Fuxi did not avoid it at all, and let the thunderbolt strike without any damage.

"What!?"

The god deep in the city was stunned by this scene, with a look of horror on his face. Before he could react, he suddenly realized that a gaze penetrated through layers of space and fell on him!

That was Fuxi's gaze!

"Oh no!"

The god who caused the thunderbolt to fall reacted immediately and turned around to escape!

Buzz!

One after another, space fluctuations emerged, imprisoning the surroundings, as if covering the entire royal city and turning it into a forbidden area!

"A sub-god under Angus... is he a disciple?"

Fuxi stepped forward, and a huge and boundless figure flashed behind him.

It was a huge statue with a human head and a snake body, which was Fuxi's innate true body.

Just in a moment, Fuxi used the power of his innate avenue to imprison the space of the entire royal city.

"Who... who are you!?"

The god looked at Fuxi in horror, and vaguely saw the statue with a human head and a snake body, and blurted out: "Are you the evil god of the Fomor tribe?"

The evil god of the Fomor tribe?

Fuxi raised his eyebrows, deduced a little, and his face suddenly turned black.

The Fomor tribe is another tribe in Celtic mythology that is hostile to the Tuatha de Danann and rules half of the Celtic mythology world.

The king of the tribe, Barol, is called the evil eye demon king, and is an existence that can compete with Nuada, the king of the gods.

The only problem is... the Fomor tribe is also known as the deep-sea giant tribe. They are not only brutal, but also extremely ugly!

Puff!

Fuxi raised his hand expressionlessly and crushed the god on the spot.

Then, he flicked his fingers and operated the six-line eight-diagram, sweeping away the flesh and soul of the god, including the fleeting divine mark.

"To compare me to such an ugly monster... It's unreasonable!" Fuxi muttered to himself.

Then, he cast his eyes on King Karades, who was sitting on the throne and trembling, and suddenly had a headache.

What should I do now?

...

On the Celtic continent, the great divine powers that descended upon the land of the Great Desolation were either a little confused like Fuxi, or had clear goals and pointed directly at the gods of Celtic mythology.

In addition, there were great divine powers who restrained their breath and planned to observe first...

All kinds of things, all kinds of things!

...

At the same time——

The Great Desolation World, the Heavenly Court, the Lingxiao Palace.

Emperor Jun sat cross-legged in the central palace, looking at the water mirrors that appeared in front of him, one after another, and his expression was full of interest.

Not far from his hand, a water mirror was still popping up various messages, all sent by the great divine powers from the Great Desolation World to the Celtic Mythology World.

This was the Great Desolation Communication Interface that Emperor Jun had created with the power of the Heavenly Dao.

When Zhen Yuanzi, Fuxi and other great divine powers descended upon the Celtic Mythology World, he had already opened the permissions of these great divine powers so that they could communicate with each other.

As for the follow-up... Emperor Jun had thought of other functions, but he couldn't start designing them for the time being.

At this time, on this prehistoric communication interface, some great supernatural powers were informing of their positions, some were requesting information, and some were showing off and setting traps... This made Di Jun feel like an administrator watching a group of players dominate the online game.

"This analogy is not quite right. If it is really an online game, I should be the creator!"

Di Jun's mouth curled up a little, looking at the water mirrors in front of him, constantly switching back and forth between the perspectives of Zhen Yuanzi, Fuxi and other prehistoric supernatural powers, and muttered to himself: "The prehistoric world expedition to Celtic mythology... has begun!"