I woke up after 300 million years

Seeing the God of War looking like he was not concerned with anything, Mo Qingwu couldn't help but complain:

"You're not a man yet."

"I am a male god! Does the male god understand? Don't compare weak creatures like humans with me!" Niu Duoduo retorted confidently.

"It doesn't matter if you are a man or a god, get up and help!" Yan Fan grabbed the steel pipe with both hands, unwilling to give up this weapon.

After a while, Niu Duoduo stood up and said in a arrogant tone, "Remember, you owe me a favor!"

He approached, pushed Yan Fan away, held the steel pipe with one hand, and pulled it out with one force.

There was a scream outside the door. The sheep-headed man lost one eye and roared angrily:

"You are miserable, you have offended me!"

It raised its sickle and struck a powerful blow, carving a hole in the iron door!

Seeing this, Yan Fan's heart sank, and he looked at Quan Tianzun and God, "What race are you?"

God's face was expressionless, "It has nothing to do with you."

Quan Tianzun shook his head, "The monsters in the outer gate should be at the critical point of extraordinary. We don't have extraordinary power, and no race can stop them."

You two old foxes, if you work hard and don't put in the effort, you will be killed sooner or later... Yan Fan muttered.

The sheep-headed man struck again with a knife, almost slicing Mo Qingwu's delicate face. Fortunately, Yan Fan had quick eyes and quick hands. He grabbed the back collar of his daughter's clothes and dragged her back a step to avoid the blade.

After two cuts, the iron door was in tatters and could no longer hold up.

The goat-headed man with four hands tore open the iron sheet of the iron door, stuck his head in, and his neck grew longer little by little.

"Urk, chop it to death!" Yan Fan rushed forward, grabbed a pair of horns, and controlled the sheep's head.

The Tyrant of the Abyss held a machete in his hand, his arm muscles bulging, accumulating strength, and slashed at the goat-headed man's neck.

when!

Several strands of white wool were flying, and the blade curled, as if it had struck steel.

"Old Yan, I can't cut you!" Urke's arms were numb and his face didn't look good.

Based on strength alone, they are no match for this sheep-headed man.

After all, they are too young, only four years old. Even if they are not human, their strength is limited.

The sheep-headed man's neck extended to half a meter long, and his remaining five eyes were staring at Yan Fan and Mo Qingwu.

"The taste of human beings is wonderful!" It tore its mouth to the base of the ear and bit into it fiercely!

Yan Fan gritted his teeth, made a fist with his right hand, and took a deep breath.

"Breathing method. Water condensation. Strangulation!"

He instantly condensed the moisture in the air, wrapped it around his fist, and punched out, hitting the goat-headed monster on the head.

The gentle water covered the sheep's head and an explosion resounded!

Yan Fan flew three meters away and hit the wine barrel. One of his ribs was broken and he gritted his teeth in pain.

God: Is this kid really hiding his own breathing method?

Quan Tianzun: It can condense the moisture in the air, an elemental method?

God of War: This sixth child should not be underestimated even if he is a human cub.

The sheep-headed man lost two more eyes, his face was covered in blood, and his expression was distorted, making it even more terrifying.

It opened its huge mouth with three rows of fangs and pounced on Yan Fan!

"Dad!" Mo Qingwu's eyes turned red, she pulled out her dagger and jumped onto the sheep-headed man's neck.

One knife! Two knives! Three swords!

The knife is deadly!

She blinded the goat's three remaining eyes.

Yan Fan turned sideways to avoid the attack, grabbed his daughter with his backhand, and ran away far away while carrying her.

"Are you ready?" Yan Fan urged as he coughed out a mouthful of blood.

The three ancient gods stared at each other as Su Xingyue completed the last stroke of the carving, and the ritual lines were perfectly connected.

The three of them cut their fingers, each dripping a drop of blood.

The ritual absorbed blood and erupted with a strange red light. The three of them chanted a spell quickly:

"Do not show mercy to any living beings, commit serious crimes at any cost, and do not let go of any evil spirits. Great Creator, the star in the darkness, please grant us, our small existence, the dawn of victory!"

"Triple sanctions, start!"

During the ceremony, three chains were shot out, one tied the goat-headed man's neck, and the other two penetrated the iron door and bound the goat-headed man's four hands and feet.

Niu Duoduo kicked away the heavy object and opened the iron door.

The chains contracted, dragging the goat-headed man's body into the ceremony.

On the ceiling, the first sword of punishment condensed, and the sword pierced into the heart of the goat-headed man!

"Ah..." The screams were harsh, and the blind sheep-headed man struggled hard and cursed, "You group of invaders, you can't escape, you absolutely can't escape..."

The second sword of punishment condensed and pierced into the goat-headed man's neck.

However, it is not dead yet and can still make human sounds.

"Great Old One... do not abandon me... I am your most loyal servant..."

The third sword of punishment was condensed, and one sword penetrated the head of the sheep-headed man, completely killing him!

The screams stopped suddenly, and silence returned to the devastated basement.

Su Xingyue and the others looked pale. The drop of blood and the ritual had consumed too much energy.

It was a huge risk for them to forcefully call upon the Creator.

Fortunately, there is only one sheep-headed man. If it were a group, they might as well commit collective suicide.

Yan Fan sat down on the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, feeling pain all over his body.

After taking a breath, he got straight to the point:

"If Carnival Night happens only once every three years, we will definitely die... I know that you have collected some 'spiritual' materials privately and shared them together to help me complete the 'time tampering' ritual."

"Of course, the more people whose time has been tampered with, the more 'spiritual' materials are needed."

Everyone was silent, no one spoke.

Yan Fan laughed at himself, "Okay, if you don't believe me, forget it."

Niu Duoduo took the steel pipe and strode towards Yan Fan, "You are too bad, you have no credibility at all!"

"Stop!" Su Xingyue stood in front of Yan Fan, staring at Niu Duoduo, and said harshly.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

The most comfortable thing is the fairy tale of the mother of all things. Before she was ten years old, she had to sleep fifteen hours a day. Now she was lying in the corner sleeping, with the Son of Chaos guarding her every step of the way.

Ta-ta, tap-ta...

The sound of footsteps broke the silence, and everyone turned their attention to the damaged iron door.

"Looking and looking for friends, find a group of children, smell it, take a bite, we are all good friends..."

"Kids...it's dark...please close your eyes."

A dark wind blew, and the fireworks of the two kerosene lamps went out, plunging the basement into darkness.

The headless woman walked into the basement, dressed in a blood-red dress, holding a woman's head in her left hand, her feet off the ground, floating in the air, like an evil ghost, no, maybe she was an evil ghost.

"what?"

"No more?"

"Want to play hide and seek with me?"

The woman in the red dress snapped her fingers, and the kerosene lamp lit up the fireworks again.

She lifted her head, looked around, then pushed aside a wine barrel and discovered a secret passage.

"Hahaha... Hahaha... What a group of smart kids, they have already prepared a backup plan!"

The laughter of the woman in the red dress is breathtaking and more terrifying than the devil.

She bent down and walked into the secret passage, chasing after her in a leisurely manner, while humming:

"Looking and looking for friends, I found a group of children..."

The ballad of childhood, the soul-robbing song of today.