I woke up after 300 million years

The clown took off his black top hat, bent deeply towards Yan Fan, and said vividly:

"Dear God, welcome you to the wonderful paradise again. It is my lifelong honor to see you. Before that, it would be better for the troublesome guy to sleep for a while."

Straightening up, the clown snapped his fingers, and a scent emanated from the cracks in the wall.

"It smells so good, so..." Xu Yao closed his eyes, fell to the ground, and fell into coma.

Yan Fan casually waved his hand, and a strong wind swept through the entire space, and all the fragrance was dispersed.

Looking at the clown in the middle of the stage, he looked slightly confused and whispered:

"The people in the Bad Words group are used to carving demonic patterns on their necks. The people in the White Guild pay attention to etiquette and knowledge. Which side do you belong to?"

Faced with the question, the clown turned the ruby ​​staff in his hand and walked leisurely. He seemed not to be afraid of the gods. He kept a smile on his lips and answered:

"I had contact on both sides, but not on either side."

"I took the risk to see you. I just want to ask you to be a bystander and ask you not to ruin the plans of Mr. Song Haoren and Ms. Jia Muyan. They are both poor people who just want to resurrect their daughter."

Standing there, Yan Fan suddenly understood, half-squinted his eyes, and guessed:

"So it turns out that the Evil Whispering Group has always wanted to resurrect the demon. It failed back then, and they are still continuing the experiment. Compared to before, they have found the White Guild, a group of scholars who claim to have mastered all the knowledge in the world... to create In the mirror-carved world, sacrifice 660 six desperate people, use their souls to sacrifice, and resurrect the devil."

"Only the people in the White Guild can think of this method."

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The ruby ​​staff was suspended in the air, the clown clapped his hands and confessed:

"As expected of the Lord God, you have a deep understanding of the White Guild. This plan is very close to what you guessed. I am also sincerely helping Mr. Song Haoren and Ms. Jia Muyan. As long as the rumored demon is resurrected, as The price of exchange.”

"I thought...the devil would grant them a wish."

Yan Fan took half a step back, leaned on the wall, and taunted, "Innocent, the resurrection of the dead is a taboo experiment. It is an absolutely forbidden behavior in the extraordinary world. Anyone who dares to exceed it will be cursed by the Spirit King and eventually die miserably. You are not By helping them, you’re experimenting on them.”

The hidden thoughts were exposed, the clown's red eyes flashed, and his heartbeat inexplicably accelerated.

Holding the staff tightly, he walked quietly to the edge of the stage, staying as far away from Yan Fan as possible.

"It's up to you to guess."

"As a god, you shouldn't take action against a little person like me, right?"

Yan Fan asked with half a smile, "Guess."

Death is like the wind, following him like a shadow. The clown feels that his limbs are out of control. Except for his own thoughts, he cannot move even a finger.

"You really like to joke, I don't want to guess."

Staring deeply into the clown's eyes, Yan Fan suppressed his smile and approached step by step, "You are not from Daxia. Tell me, where is the White Guild? Abroad?"

"You can choose not to say it. I have a hundred ways to steal your memory. It's just troublesome."

As Yan Fan approaches, the clown feels as if he is facing a formidable enemy. He has never experienced death more than now.

He sighed inwardly and shouted loudly:

"Sir, save me!"

Suddenly, a dark space door opened behind the clown, and a black hand stretched out, grabbed the clown's head, and evacuated backwards.

"It's you!" Yan Fan's expression suddenly changed, his pupils narrowed, and he punched out.

A second black hand poked out of the space door and collided with Yan Fan's fist!

A deafening explosion resounded, a storm swept across the stage, the walls were shattered, and the floor disintegrated into powder. If Black Hand and Yan Fan hadn't stabilized the space at the same time, the bell tower would have shattered immediately.

This attack was evenly matched, and no one took advantage.

The black hand quickly retracted, and the dark space door disappeared.

Yan Fan did not pursue him, but frowned and murmured to himself, "Sure enough, you have woken up long ago."

He was extremely familiar with the aura just now. It was the Outer God that he had sealed away for [-] million years!

During the war between the gods and the arrival of the outer gods, the nine ancient gods were in unprecedented despair.

The Dark Moon Goddess even abandoned the Kingdom of God and her people and fled to hide on the moon.

Only Yan Fan, the only ancient god of mankind and the supreme sun god, chose to seal the outer gods for the sake of his family, wife, and friends with the determination to die.

Time has passed and the second alien god will arrive in five years.

......

Reality, Hongyue District, Rose Street.

In a dirty corner, a clown appeared out of thin air and fell heavily into the garbage.

"Hahaha!" He covered his face with his hands and laughed wildly, unruly and unruly.

The three patrolmen heard the sound, looked at it from a distance, got used to it, and talked about:

"Another drunkard. He lies drunk in the garbage at night. He really knows how to choose a place."

"That's alright. Last time I saw a young man hugging a telephone pole when he was drunk, thinking that the telephone pole was his girlfriend, and cried all night."

"Speaking of which, a few days ago my brother-in-law was drinking and driving. As soon as he left, I called and reported him. The grandson comes to me every now and then to ask for money. I have been trying to get him for a long time."

Two colleagues looked at him, silently gave a thumbs up, and said in unison, "Great!"

They didn't care about the clown in the trash, and no one knew what the clown was laughing at.

"Hahaha!"

After laughing for 2 minutes, the clown stared at the moon through his fingers, feeling happy:

"I actually escaped from a god, which is enough for me to brag about for the rest of my life!"

Sometimes, escape is not a failure, but a victory.

......

Mirrored World, second floor of the bell tower.

Click, click, a burst of mechanical gear rotation, the surrounding walls expanded, and the originally small space became enough to accommodate 1000 people.

The place is empty and lonely, with nothing except a crystal chandelier on the ceiling. The walls are as smooth as jade, and there is no entrance to the upper level.

"Did you go wrong?" Jian Xuan blinked her eyes, unable to understand why.

The consultant Xin Chang shook his hair and said:

"Don't be careless, maybe just like before, the passage will appear only after defeating the doll."

Suddenly, shadows emerged from the gaps in the wall. They were a group of semi-finished demon dolls with metal skin. Some had facial features, some were holding spears, and some had wings on their backs.

"You're such a crow's mouth." Jian Xuan didn't even bother to hold on to the wall and just obeyed the counselor's heart.

The passage collapsed and everyone was shocked.

Luo Die, who was in the last row, stood on tiptoes to observe the situation. The moment he saw the bodies of the demon dolls, an ominous premonition filled his heart.

She leaned close to her best friend's ear and lowered her voice, "We will try to separate ourselves from the crowd later. They are now placing all their hopes on the immortals, but have you noticed that the so-called immortals will also be injured and will most likely not care about us if they encounter danger?" life and death."

"Once crowding occurs, whoever pushes it down will have disastrous consequences."

Meng Xiaoxin, whose cartoon sweater was dirty and with obvious tear stains on her face, nodded vigorously, and after thinking for a long time, she told in a soft voice:

"Xiaodie, don't be angry if you say it. I vaguely saw that Yuxi stretched her leg and tripped you. I was a little behind. She was running normally, but suddenly she stretched her leg to the right."

"Anyway, there's something wrong with her. Ever since Yang Tianjiao confessed to you in front of all the teachers and students in the school and was rejected, her attitude towards you is obviously different from her attitude towards me. Especially today, Yuxi has been trying to please Yang Tianjiao, almost not leaving her at all, nor Play with us, I doubt..."

"Do you suspect that Yuxi wants to kill me because she is jealous of me?" Luo Die took up the topic.

The so-called authorities are obsessed, and bystanders are clear.

She really hadn't thought about this before.

She, Jiang Yuxi, and Meng Xiaoxin had known each other since their first year of high school. After getting to know each other gradually, they became good best friends who talked about everything. She even told them without reservation that she had a godfather, which showed how much she cared about them. The trust and honesty of a best friend.

When filling out their application, the three of them agreed and chose the same university, the same major and class, and they were inseparable in the university.

Frankly speaking, Luo Die didn't think Jiang Yuxi would envy her being confessed by Yang Tianjiao, because there were quite a few people who confessed to Jiang Yuxi, including some who were handsome and from well-off families.

At this moment, after Meng Xiaoxin reminded her, she realized that something was wrong the more she thought about it.

"Every time we go out to play, we always run into Yang Tianjiao." Luo Die frowned and recalled, "Yesterday I went to the hospital to take care of my godfather, and he found me somehow. I obviously only told Yuxi..."

Meng Xiaoxin grabbed her twin ponytails and nodded seriously:

"You always say that I am slow to react, silly and naive, but don't forget that my father is a psychological counselor. I have been influenced by this since I was a child and am good at judging a person's thoughts through expressions and details."

"We have to admit the reality. Yuxi has changed and she is jealous of you."

Luo Die was silent, her dislocated right hand still hurting, she bit her red lips and expressed confusion:

"She is prettier than me, has a happy family, is happier than me, and understands life better than me. I can't understand why she is jealous of me? There is no reason to be jealous of me! Just because of Yang Tianjiao's pursuit?"

"Who knows?" Meng Xiaoxin shrugged, "Anyway, I started to dislike her."

Meng Xiaoxin is such a carefree girl, very calm. If she likes her, she likes her, and if she hates her, she hates her. She doesn't hide it.

Shaking his head, Luo Die looked at Jiang Yuxi in the distance. This best friend was holding Yang Tianjiao's arm and leaning her head slightly against Yang Tianjiao. She looked delicate and frail, which was indeed charming.

After pondering for two seconds, Luo Die stared and said:

"Get out of here alive first, and have a showdown with her afterwards. Even if the friendship of so many years ends, we must make it clear."

"Yeah!" Meng Xiaoxin agreed.

What she hates most is the intrigue between good friends. They can get along with each other, but they can't get along with each other. Let's be frank, and we will never have any contact with each other from now on.

While the two women were chatting in low voices, the battle ahead had already broken out.

The half-finished demon doll body was naturally not an enemy of the advisor, so the two junior brothers could easily deal with it without having to take action themselves.

"Ah!" Hysterical screams resounded.

The consultant turned his head sharply and saw more shadows swimming on the wall. These shadows appeared in the crowd. A man had a spear pierced through his chest and blood was dripping from his chest.

The most important thing is that this is not a one-hit kill. The man who was penetrated through the chest fell to the ground and wailed in pain, his cheeks blurred with tears and snot, and he said in fear:

"Save me! Rishi, save me!"

"Ah!" There was another scream, and a woman's arm was cut off.

The upright Liu Feng was extremely angry and challenged the shadow on the wall, "You bastard, if you dare to fight me head-on, bullying the weak is nothing!"

The shadow ignored him at all, and was extremely fast. It was as free as a fish in water on the smooth jade metal wall. From time to time, it would attack ordinary people without killing them. It would specifically avoid vital points and change its position with a single stab.

In just five seconds, more than [-] people were lying on the ground rolling around, with broken arms and legs, and were in terrible pain.

The remaining people panicked and turned into a mess, crowding the three of them towards the counselor's heart.

"Save us, celestial beings, hurry up and kill the demons!"

"Uuuu, Immortal, I will give you money, 100 million, or 1000 million, please protect me!"

"That's it! Hurry up and protect us! This is your responsibility!"

......

When the voice of accusation sounded, people changed from initial pleading to abuse, thinking that gods should protect mortals.

The scene became even more chaotic, and the counselor's eyes were cold and he hurriedly protected Jian Xuan to prevent the junior sister from getting hurt.

Liu Feng and Chen Sui were stunned. It was the first time they left the sect to perform a mission, the first time they came into contact with the colorful world, and the first time they were powerful in front of others. The result was completely different from the ideal situation.

The two of them didn't understand. They had clearly saved these people before, so why were they getting filthy words in return? Why do these people feel they must protect them?

In the corner, Luo Die protected Meng Xiaoxin and did not seek shelter.

"Well, it's so abominable, how could they morally kidnap the immortal brothers!" Meng Xiaoxin puffed up her cheeks in anger, but was powerless.

Luo Die was wary of the shadow and said coldly:

"The loss of rice and the loss of rice are the most tragic things."