I woke up after 300 million years

Everything the light points to is a domain!

Niu Duoduo was caught off guard and his organs were damaged.

Even so, he still didn't let go and dragged Yan Fan forcefully back a thousand meters.

"Cough cough...cough cough..."

He coughed up blood, threw Yan Fan away angrily, pulled out the spear from his chest, and crushed it hard.

The mythical property can repair bloody wounds. This powerful recovery power can be called immortality.

Under the dusk of the dim city, the two people looked at each other, their swords were at war, and the atmosphere was solidified.

Niu Duoduo tore off his blood-stained shirt, revealing his mountain-like back muscles. He clenched his fists slightly, and his bulging muscles were very intimidating, showing the word "tough guy" in every aspect.

Standing in front of a mottled wall, he looked down at his chest. The wound had healed.

Niu Duoduo took a deep breath, his expression solemn as never before.

"My prejudice against humans has made me forget that you are a human, but you are also a god. If I look at you the same way I look at humans, it would be disrespectful to you."

"Fan Feiyi, broke through my defense, and you once again refreshed my understanding of you."

"I'm curious, what ability did you choose?"

Yan Fan, who was thirty meters away, rubbed his shoulders. The imperceptible white light was repairing the injury. Even if it could not reach the abnormal healing speed of Niu Duoduo, the effect was remarkable.

Yan Fan glanced back at the door, thinking that the distance was too far and the opponent would not give him a chance to run past. This battle was unavoidable.

"Oh...it really gives me a headache." Yan Fan pretended to massage his temples without hiding them, and said frankly, "On the way to the sun becoming a god, Feifan Er has an ability called 'hope', I Lowering the threshold of this ability, Fei Feiyi can also use it... This ability can condense the light of hope, change the form, and can also help me cheat."

"Cheating?" Niu Duoduo raised his eyebrows, with an expression that seemed to understand.

Yan Fan held his right hand and the light condensed into a spear.

He walked slowly and spoke slowly, "Don't you understand? That's right. You never like to think. Problems that can be solved with force will never be solved with your brain... I didn't get to this point by luck. , 'Hope' will guide me to make the right choices, in short, I know the right options for each level."

"Sometimes, acting is quite tiring, but fortunately, no one can tell."

Hearing this, Niu Duoduo recalled the previous details, his face became increasingly ugly.

"You are a cunning and cunning liar, the same as the Immortal Lord!"

Yan Fan shook his finger and retorted, "I just want to survive. Only by surviving can I protect the important people. Unlike you, who is like a fool."

"You! Looking for! Death!" Niu Duoduo stamped the ground into a depression and rushed over like a cannonball.

The muscles of his right arm bulged, his fist aimed at Yan Fan's head, and he struck out with a powerful blow.

His fist stopped in mid-air, and he later realized that his body could not move.

Yan Fan kept his smile and patted Niu Duoduo's thick shoulder, "I can handle you easily. I probably understand why your weakness is 'emotion'."

"When I was explaining my abilities just now, I carved a ritual around me. It's a hidden ritual. You can't even see it with such a simple delaying method. You are becoming more and more stupid."

"Don't call me despicable, you are the God of War."

Yan Fan took a few steps back, and the three-layer ritual was completely activated. The sharp spear broke the flesh and blood from Niu Duoduo's body. The white worm-like substance covered the wound, preventing the treatment of the mythical properties.

Yan Fan understood from the beginning to the end that he was inferior to his opponent in strength, defense, and speed. His only advantage was his miraculous methods, calm mind, and acting skills.

Looking at the God of War being eaten away by the ritual, Yan Fan tugged on the collar of his red coat and said with a smile:

"Actually, you are right. I, the extraordinary one, am not your enemy. Mythical creatures like you are uniquely blessed and beyond the reach of human beings. Unfortunately, you are too stupid. If it were a fairy tale or Susu, you would have died 100% It’s me.”

"Goodbye my friend."

Yan Fan made a chic gesture of victory, turned around and walked towards Shenmen.

"Damn it! Don't run away if you have the guts, fight me! You coward who only knows how to use tricks!"

During the ceremony, Niu Duoduo was surrounded by black lightning. He tried to destroy and struggled in vain.

There were bursts of insults coming from behind. Yan Fan stood in front of the Shenmen, deliberately pushed open slowly, and walked in in front of Niu Duoduo.

There is nothing more heart-breaking than killing someone.

He appeared in the dark room, where the ancient gods gathered. Three seconds later, Niu Duoduo appeared out of thin air.

On the high platform, the Immortal Lord crossed his legs, with a half-smile at the corners of his mouth. He finally crossed his arms in the old days, with meaningful eyes. He leaned forward slightly and interlocked his fingers with his original intention, looking like a calm boss.

Everyone looked at each other, Niu Duoduo clenched his fists, holding a ball of fire in his heart.

It was clear that he could win the second game, but he was careless for a moment, which perfectly explained what it means to be "careless and lose Jingzhou", what "arrogance will lead to defeat", and what "force is not everything" means.

The plump Mo Qingwu pouted, "Dad, you cheated on me!"

"How could I cheat you?" Yan Fan rubbed the long hair of his daughter on the left and explained, "There is only one winner in this game. You were eliminated in the second level to avoid a series of psychological battles later."

"Hmph..." Mo Qingwu proudly raised her head at a forty-five degree angle.

On the throne, Chu Xin looked at Niu Duoduo with disappointment, "You are so stupid. Even though your overall strength is crushing Yan Fan, you still failed. You have a good hand, but you played it to pieces."

"It's my fucking fault?" Niu Duoduo slapped the table and stood up, roaring with righteous indignation.

He has a bad temper and doesn't understand the word "forbearance". It's normal for him to blame the sky and the earth and the gods.

Yan Fan leaned back, leaned on the chair in a comfortable position, and said comfortably:

"Stop arguing, let's wait for the next game..."

Before he finished speaking, the dark room shook violently, the books in the bookcase fell, the oil paintings on the wall smashed on the carpet, and the classical kerosene lamp in the middle of the round table went out...

The three outer gods suddenly stood up.

A black chain appeared at Yan Fan's heart.

This chain was smaller than an index finger and lighter than a feather. It was floating in the air and began to break inch by inch.

"Is this?" Mo Qingwu lowered her head and stared at the chain, feeling the power as it shattered.

In the dark environment, the girl's pale golden eyes fluctuated and she whispered silently:

"Lift the ban...Who is breaking the rules of the liberated land?"

She glanced at the endings and original intentions of the past on both sides of her left and right sides, ruling out possibilities.

Yan Fan was startled, and immediately grabbed his daughter's wrist, smashed the ceiling with one punch, and rushed out of the room.

"Dad! Our strength has been restored!" Mo Qingwu was pleasantly surprised.

Yan Fan didn't respond, and everything in front of him was strange.

It was endless darkness. The place where they were just now was wrapped in a ball of light. It was an old and outdated house, and there were countless such balls of light in the darkness.

A ball of light not far away is the city of liberation from the first game.

There is a ball of light next to it, which is a wonderful room in the second game.

"Is the true appearance of the Liberated Land?" Yan Fan was shocked.

Mo Qingwu looked around and said something to wake up the dreamer, "It feels... it feels like a memory."

"memory?"

Mo Qingwu nodded, "Don't you think that the balls of light are like pieces of memory fragments?"

"Fragments of memory?" Yan Fan held his breath and spoke three words, "Creator?"