Slay the God: Late Night Bookstore

Chapter 287: Elderly King

Lin Qiye looked into those eyes, took a deep breath, and thousands of words surged into his heart like a tide, but they only turned into a few simple words: "Mother, have a safe journey."

"You have to take good care of yourself. When mother has dealt with everything, she will come back to find you." Nix looked at him, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, revealing a faint smile, then turned and looked at Ye Fan, "Let's go."

Ye Fan nodded slightly, and just as the two were about to leave, Haoran's voice suddenly came.

"Wait a minute! I'm going too."

Haoran walked over, in his hand, a Buddhist bead shone with bright golden light, like the rising sun.

This was a favor he owed Jin Chanzi, and it was time to repay it.

Ye Fan stared at the Buddhist beads emitting golden light in Haoran's hand and nodded slightly.

In an instant, the figures of Ye Fan and the other two disappeared from the spot like shooting stars.

Guan Zai, Lu Wuwei and the other three human ceilings looked at each other and rushed to Jiuhua Mountain as fast as the wind.

"I take my leave!"

When King Yama saw that the matter was resolved satisfactorily, he quietly returned to Fengdu like a ghost and concentrated on healing his wounds.

As for the Emperor of Fengdu, after making Chen Han his agent, he returned to Fengdu to recuperate.

On the other side, although Amon had the good fortune to invade Daxia, he soon encountered the Heroic Spirit Squad. Under the powerful blessing of the national destiny, he naturally found it difficult to compete with the Heroic Spirit Squad, and had to flee back to Egypt in a hurry like a lost dog.

How could the Heroic Spirit Team give up? They seized this rare opportunity, followed the portal through which Amon escaped, and went to Egypt to kill Amon...

"The God War is over, and it's time to decide on the name of our team." Fatty sat down on the ground and looked at Lin Qiye and asked, "After all, Senior Sword Saint has been saved, so it's generally a success."

"I've also thought of a name for our team."

Lin Qiye thought for a moment and then spoke.

"Have you thought about it?" After hearing Lin Qiye's words, the others turned to look at Lin Qiye, "What's your name?"

Li Mingxuan had come near them at some point, and at this moment he was like a witness, witnessing the scene with his own eyes.

There was a heart-pounding light flashing in Lin Qiye's eyes, as if endless stars were circulating in them.

At the same time, the sky above them suddenly became gloomy and dark, and a night as thick as ink quickly spread out, covering an area of ​​dozens of kilometers in just a few seconds.

"I just want this night,

May those whom I cherish live in peace forever;

Those whom I am hostile to shall be annihilated;

One day, I will make this land shrouded in darkness a forbidden place where the gods dare not set foot!

Here...we are the gods who rule over everything.

The name of our team

—It’s called ‘Nightfall.’”

When Lin Qiye finished speaking, everyone was stunned.

It was a long time before they came to their senses.

A smile appeared on Li Mingxuan's lips.

At this moment, Lin Qiye seemed to have noticed something, and his eyes stared into the distance, as if he could travel through the endless ocean. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was trying hard to see the scene in the distance clearly.

"Qiye, what's wrong?" Baili Pangpang asked curiously.

Lin Qiye frowned slightly, "I saw a person standing on the sea in front of me..."

When Li Mingxuan heard Lin Qiye's words, his eyes became as sharp as an eagle's as he looked into the distance.

Above the rough sea, a small boat floats steadily on the water like a steadfast guardian. No matter how fierce the wind and waves are, it remains as unmoved as Mount Tai.

In this boat, a figure was hunched over, like a candle in the wind, coughing from time to time. He was wearing a gray cloak, with a long sword on his waist, and his dry silver-white hair fluttered in the wind like a ghost.

The hunched figure slowly raised his head, like a sleeping dragon awakening.

His face is covered by a mysterious mask with the word "King" carved on it, making it impossible to see his true appearance.

boom--!

At this moment, something unexpected happened! A cloud of scarlet blood mist suddenly exploded from his shoulder, like a blooming blood-red flower, shocking to the eyes.

The blood mist quickly dissipated and turned into countless thin white threads that fluttered in the air like spider silk, then gradually dissipated into nothingness...

However, a miracle happened.

The time around him seemed to be violently stirred and twisted by a powerful force. The white threads that had disappeared without a trace actually gathered back again, condensing into a thick blood mist, which continuously merged into his body.

In the blink of an eye, everything returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

"Transformation?"

An Qingyu widened his eyes, staring at the blood mist and white silk emanating from the figure, his face full of disbelief.

This familiar scene made several people stunned.

Not long ago, Zhou Ping, who had entered the divine realm and mastered the sword law, disappeared without a trace in the process of transformation...

And the person in front of him was also transforming into Tao?

Does this mean that he has also entered the divine realm and is in control of a certain law?

Lin Qiye and the others looked at each other, full of confusion.

Li Mingxuan narrowed his eyes and thought to himself. Originally, he thought that if the plot of Lin Qiye and others going outside the fog was changed, the old king would be afraid of the cause and effect and would not come to Daxia.

However, contrary to his wishes, he still came.

In this case, Lin Qiye and his group’s fate of going to Japan is also inevitable.

Lin Qiye stared at the white-haired figure and spoke hesitantly:

"King's face?"

Wow——! !

A wave hit the boat violently, splashing water everywhere, but not a drop of water dared to fall on the old figure, and even the inside of the boat remained dry.

The old man Wang sat steadily at the bow of the boat, like a sculpture, standing still on the rough sea.

Under his face with the "King" mask, his deep eyes stared at the seven people in front of him. After a long time, he slowly closed his eyes.

His right hand, covered with wrinkles and age spots, rested lightly on the hilt of the knife at his waist.

Li Mingxuan seemed to be aware of something, and suddenly, a blue space barrier wrapped his body tightly like a cradle.

The rolling sea froze in an instant!

The white waves were frozen on the sea, the floating clouds seemed to be inlaid in the blue sky, and the radiating water droplets were like the amber of time, suspended, and the smooth spherical surface clearly reflected the sculpture-like figures of Lin Qiye and his companions.

Li Mingxuan narrowed his eyes slightly. Fortunately, he subconsciously used the space barrier to protect himself inside, which allowed him to avoid the time pause of the old king.