I opened the academy in Liaozhai

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As soon as the tail was free, the little white dragon fled frantically, until he felt that he was far enough away from the killing god, and then he stopped speaking viciously:

"Don't think that God Nuwa can uphold justice for you, she is already dead!

All Protoss are dead! !

The Dragon Clan is the new generation of Protoss in this world! ! ! "

"You are doomed! My father and king will definitely send troops to uproot your family's surname—"

"You said, the Mother Goddess is dead?"

The golden-eyed god raised his eyes slowly, his tone calm and creepy.

Behind him, the dark clouds that had just parted closed again, and thunder rang out.

The people of Chentangguan who fell into the sea were sent back to the shore by Nezha's Hun Tianling.Little Bailong's crazily shouting was clearly heard by them.

"Young lady... is dead?"

"I don't believe...it's not true..."

"He, he lied..."

The distressed people were in an uproar, and they knelt down on the rough sand, praying to the mother of the human race with tiny hopes.

Seeing that Nezha didn't catch up, Xiaobailong thought that his words had shocked him, and said triumphantly: "Compared with useless humans, the dragon race is closer to Emperor Wa. Even if the great god is alive, she will not favor the human race. Not to mention that we are now the masters of this world."

His expression was full of malice, "Chentangguan, from now on will be the slaughterhouse of this king! If you offend this king, no gods will come to save you, who made the only gods left in this world be the dragon clan! Zhong, you and the rest of the human race are nothing more than ants—"

"Hehehe, so that's how it is—" the golden-eyed god put his hands on his forehead and laughed softly, "Hey hahaha, no wonder it's like this—"

The laughter became louder and louder, and changed into a mournful cry amidst the rolling thunder and waves.

Nezha opened his eyes, and the thunderbolt from the sky illuminated the coldness in his eyes.

"Since the mother god can't do anything, I will punish you on my behalf."

Wasn't he afraid just now? !

Xiao Bailong frantically raised the alarm in his heart, forced his charred body to continue rushing down.

Wouldn't it be good to speak harshly when the dragon army came and this rebellious thief was crushed in front of him? !

While running for his life, he regretted why he had to stop the twitch just now.

Nezha floated in the air and threw the circle of heaven and earth into the sea.

The golden halo caught up to the hurried white shadow, and it began to crush the little white dragon's tail as it spun.

Little Bailong's mouth was bitten to a bloody mess, he ruthlessly crushed the only remaining life-saving weapon on his body.

The shattered spiritual weapon had an extraordinary effect, cutting a dark hole in the bottom of the sea.

The little white dragon rolled over and fell into the hole.

"Qiankun circle, don't chase anymore, come back."

The golden magic weapon slammed on the brakes, flew out before the space gap closed, and threw it into Nezha's arms.

Su Xiao, who was standing by the beach watching the battle, was dumbfounded.

She thought that the plot she wrote would collapse, and today was the time when Nezha made troubles in the sea and Bailong died, and Nezha made troubles in the sea by standing up for the people.

But this killing god was able to hold back his instincts when he crossed the killing catastrophe, and raised his hand to let the white dragon go.

Could it be that the third prince has completed the [-] killings?

On the way back to the city, Su Xiao kept looking at Nezha quietly.

The handsome young man's face was gloomy, and the surrounding air pressure was visibly low to the naked eye.

The people behind the team were silent, no one dared to mention what to do with the lost wooden basket of fish and shrimps, and walked to Chentangguan empty-handed.

The closer he got to the city protected by the Nuwa Empress, the more ugly Nezha's face was, and the people behind were getting more and more backward, almost shaking into a ball.

Su Xiao glanced back at the pale-faced people behind, turned to Nezha and said, "Master, your expression is too fierce. Be kind, and you'd better smile. They didn't do anything wrong, don't threaten them."

Nezha showed a "nuclear" smile, "How about this?"

The doubly ferocious expression made Su Xiao subconsciously run behind Su Qing, and it took a while for her head to reappear.

She slowly persuaded, "Nvwa Empress is fine, what the Dragon Clan said is wishful thinking. Don't show such a scary expression because of mere lies."

Nezha: "..."

He turned his head to look at Su Xiao, and said slowly: "The Mother God has indeed lost her voice for a long time, where did you get the exact news?"

Su Xiao poked his head out from behind Su Qing, and said solemnly: "I think you, the third prince, must have forgotten the setting of me and Qingqing - we are people who came to the reflection of the long river of history after 3000 years. This The world is essentially a non-existent past—"

"The non-existent past...the distorted reflection of history..." Nezha looked indifferent, "So that's how it is, it really is."

The gods keep moving forward at any time. Even if you are in the reflection of history 3000 years ago, the temple worships the gods 3000 years later. After 3000 years, the world has changed drastically, so this world only has the power of the gods in memory, but no gods have ever appeared.

"So what Xiaobailong said is actually not true." Su Xiao said with a smile, "The real god in this world is only you, the great god of the Santanhaihui. The rest of the gods are all mirrors."

Nezha: "So for the dragons in this world, the gods of heaven are dead?"

"That's right." The Empress Nuwa who came across the border to say her parting words didn't count.

Nezha was silent for a moment, "Even if this world is false, I still feel unhappy to think that the dragon clan will rule here."

... so what do you want to do?Su Xiao looked at the only remaining god here in horror.

The golden-eyed boy's brows and eyes were as sharp as knives, "Since they think that all the gods of the previous generation have died, the dragon clan is the new god of this generation. Then let me be the executioner and send this generation of dragon clan gods to die. The next generation's beliefs will make room. If human beings can completely break free from their dependence on gods, that would be fine."

Su Xiao watched Nezha's eyes quietly turn golden red, his smile was so bright OOC, he couldn't help but gasped and murmured: "... Ragnarok?"

Nezha raised his eyebrows: "The dusk of the gods, what kind of protoss is this prophecy? With the dusk, will the prophesied pantheon be defeated or replaced?"

"...In Greek mythology, the Twilight of the Gods is the prophecy of the replacement of the three generations of main gods, with Zeus as the main one. Their pantheon likes to shut the previous generation into the abyss. Few gods died, and the world was fine.

On the contrary, the Norse mythology is more cruel. The Twilight of the Gods is a real battle with real swords and guns. From the king of the gods to the soldiers, from the gods to the giants, all the strong are dead, and the world is completely destroyed. "

Su Xiao trembled and asked: "Master, what kind of Ragnarok do you plan to come to?"

I'd like to take Qingqing to avoid it in advance, and try not to become the unlucky one in the seventeen hundred killings.

The god with golden red eyes lowered his gaze, "Which dusk do you think is more beautiful?"

This, this boss is he OOC now... or not?

Su Xiao urgently sought help from the experience of spare Xianxiawen in his mind, and managed to integrate a set of nonsense, trying to convince this great god who suddenly changed color.

"Both twilights of the gods are myths and legends of western barbarians. I, I think both twilights are ugly!"

Su Xiao plucked up his courage, "I think our Huaxia Jedi Tiantong sounds better!"

Jedi Tiantong, there is no downgrading.Sounds more grand than Twilight!

The author has something to say: Su Xiao: Listen to my nonsense, and make it up slowly~