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performance is different.

Is it his disguise on the Internet? No, it's not.

He must have been like that before, but his personality had undergone subtle changes in just two or three days.

He actually became somewhat domineering and confident.

Maybe a powerful force changes a person, or maybe something else changes him.

Why does he dare to say that he is God...

The moment Ye Feiyu saw the middle-aged man, he sent the picture to the base.

Xu Youxin sent information simultaneously from the other side of the base.

"Han Jianping, 41 years old, male, Shuangqing, with a junior high school education, used to be supported by his parents and was an unemployed vagrant. In the ship accident two years ago, his father died and his mother disappeared. He lived on compensation and relief funds for a year. He was often harassed In the past, fishermen used the excuse of salvaging the mother's body to take advantage. Later, they became corpse hunters, selling the body to their relatives at a high price. If the relatives did not pay, they would kick the body back into the river. "

Sure enough, the Han Jianping in the information was not a filial son who would turn the Yangtze River upside down to find his mother's body. He was clearly a worm and dregs of society.

But now he...

The swords were unsheathed, and the elites of China stepped forward without hesitation.

The sword array presses above the Yangtze River.

"This is really similar to Laleye..." Such thoughts flashed through Wang Xueqing's mind, and she didn't have time to figure out why it was so similar.

"Quick victory!" she whispered.

Han Jianping leisurely shouted at the side of the boat: "Get on board!"

Amidst the roaring sound, the river water rose layer by layer in the area that should have been calm.

The endless falling trees rustled, and the endless Yangtze River rolled in.

The heavy snow could not freeze the rolling river surface at all, but turned into rain, making the water even more fierce.

However, thousands of sword lights blocked the momentum of the river.

Wang Xueqing brought not many people, and behind each of them there were at least a hundred sword lights buzzing.

Han Jianping was a little stunned.

"You underestimate the elites of China." Wang Xueqing wiped the edge of the sword with snow water. "It seems that you are a human and not a god. You must have seen our live broadcast of Raleye."

"Many people have seen it and they think we are vulnerable, but we who have been trained by the whole country are more than enough to deal with a 'god' like you."

"We cannot rely on Lin Xingtao forever." Wang Xichen answered calmly, "He is very powerful, but just like now, if he is not here, then we will be the strongest sword guarding the motherland."

Han Jianping was even more stunned.

But he was shocked at first because Wang Xueqing and the others were unexpectedly powerful, but later he was shocked because of something else.

The yaksha in the river began to tremble.

The foam on their faces, the spray on their heads, and fear colliding between their flaring nostrils.

Han Jianping, who was originally arrogant, stood there blankly, and then his knees softened out of instinct, and a grunting sound of surrender came out of his throat.

"It's not that you have become stronger, it's that he is too weak."

The cold voice suddenly appeared, shaking Jiang Shui's heart.

Wang Xueqing was the first to see a man standing on top of the still river.

No, not people.

Compared with Han Jianping's somewhat weird aura, this man is the real god - Wang Xueqing is so sure. The sword in her hand began to tremble for the first time in several months.

White hair, golden clothes, bare feet, beautiful but pale face.

"Dragon King Ji Shun has come by the will of God." The god glanced slightly in a certain direction, his glass-like eyes calm and calm, "I have come to kill you and please God."

The author has something to say: Forget it, let's have a fight first, scare them, and "kill" them with authority.

Han Jianping and the ship incident are quite important and are mentioned in about Chapter 64.

Some people may have forgotten: Wang Xueqing is the person in charge of the Xiyu Psychic Energy Base and Wang Xichen's cousin; Wang Xichen and Lin Xingtao had a subtle relationship with Lin Xingtao before they went to the same university; Ye Feiyu was the little fanboy Lin Xingtao met during his first time travel. They are all second generation rich.

The phrase "Wanli Yangtze River" came from the Internet.

Chapter 217 Resurrection of Spiritual Energy (Sanqi)

The man who claimed to be the Dragon King slowly moved his gaze towards Wang Xueqing, as if he was sizing up the humans in this world. Wang Xueqing could not see any emotion from those beautiful, transparent eyes that reflected the brilliance of water droplets. Only an unspeakable pressure pressed on her fingers holding the hilt of the sword.

She had faced Cthulhu head-on, and had waved her sword against Cthulhu without hesitation, but now she suddenly felt that the beautiful and human-shaped Dragon King in front of her might be more terrifying than the evil god waving tentacles.

She didn't know the reason. She could only shout when others noticed the sudden appearance of the Dragon King: "Open the barrier!"

The light was like the hem of a goddess's skirt, drawn together by an invisible hand.

In order not to affect other areas, all the spiritual energy barriers in the Shuangqing area were condensed in this small ancient town. The high concentration of spiritual energy caused faint cracks in the air.

The Dragon King opened his lips lightly and issued an order to the river below.

When the dragon gives orders, water floods the universe.

Just like the Milky Way in the sky rushing thousands of miles, the boundless dragon power overturns the sky, and the mulberry fields turn into the sea in an instant.

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The moment the Dragon King appeared, alarm bells went off in psychic bases across the country.

One message after another came to the Nanjing branch through various means.

Xu Youxin stood in front of the large screen and looked directly at the Dragon King.

The Dragon King did not kill Wang Xueqing and the others immediately. The humans fled with their swords, while several white dragons separated from the waves and bit the humans.

His posture has not changed, his momentum has not increased or decreased due to human counterattacks, only his eyes are looking at a distant place, slightly revealing a little curiosity.

"He said his name is Ji Shun, which should be Ji Fa's Ji, and which Shun is Shun?"

"The surname Ji is one of the eight surnames in ancient China. It is the surname of the Yellow Emperor. Is Shun the surname of Yao, Shun, and Yu?"

"There are many water gods in China. Xuan Ming in "Zuo Zhuan", Tian Wu in "Shan Hai Jing", Bing Yi in "Overseas Bei Jing", Li Bing in "Taiping Guang Ji" and even Luo Shen Gonggong... there is no one named Ji Shun."

"He calls himself the Dragon King. Where is the Dragon King from?"

Yangtze River - these two words stirred up shivers down everyone's spine.

"The roof of the world, the source of China, if he is the Dragon King of the Yangtze River, we can only use the national treasure." Xu Youxin's voice made the base quiet for a long time.

Then the sound of thin breathing sounded from all directions.

Since the world has had the possibility of the resurrection of gods, experts have made corresponding plans for each myth and legend, and how to deal with which gods appear.

Gods are good and evil, strong and weak. Naturally, the mountain gods of Huashan Mountain and the mountain gods of ordinary hills cannot be compared. Except for the resurgence of Huashan half a year ago, all the resurgences in Hua Country are minor gods.

Most of these little gods have expressed enough goodwill towards the Psionics Foundation, whether they are forced by the strong official strength or they do not have enough faith. A land god in Nanjing said: "Modern people generally have no faith. This land is not suitable for gods to survive. Fortunately, small gods can survive by relying on spiritual energy, but if a big god revives, he will definitely compete with humans for spiritual energy."

"Please land." The leader gave the order.

After a while, the people in the Earth Temple sent back the news, replying: "The Earth God just showed up and knelt on the ground... He didn't dare to move. He only said that God's will cannot be violated."

God willing--

These two words flashed through Xu Youxin's mind like a bolt of lightning.

He immediately thought of what the Dragon King said about "coming according to God's will." He originally thought it was an excuse similar to "I will do justice for heaven today", but now that he thought about it, was there really a will of heaven ordering the gods?

Gods can't just say "God" at will, right?

Did the so-called God really appear?

The atmosphere condensed, everyone present was thoughtful, and Xu Youxin was obviously not the only one to think of this.

"The Dragon King didn't kill Wang Xueqing and the others immediately. This was a test." Xu Youxin knocked on the table hard, "God will see what kind of trump cards we humans have."

Humanity’s trump card. Xu Youxin glanced at the comet fragments hanging next to him.

The fragments did not move, and Lin Xingtao did not return.

Xu Youxin smiled: "In that case, let God see the strength of us humans."

"Inform Fang Chao, the person in charge of the Rose Country, to use the power of the Seraphim."

"It's time for China's Qiankun Bow and Sky-shattering Arrow to appear."

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Wang Xueqing and the others have been forced to the very back of the barrier.

The children hid behind the door, and the water filled the cracks in the door, but did not hurt the children at all. Even the fragile wooden pavilions stand firmly on the ground. Situ.com document sharing and online reading

The river water is just right and wonderful, separating ordinary people, awakened people and small towns.

Wang Xichen's ability to cut off plum blossoms without damaging the branches with one sword was already powerful, but the spells that the Dragon King cast at will were the pinnacle of what they could not have imagined.

Wang Xichen seemed to have learned something from it, and Wang Xueqing's shout made him suddenly wake up.

"Dragon King! We can talk!"

"Why do you want to kill us! We have no grudges, and you have no murderous intention to kill us!"

Wang Xueqing had reason to believe that it would be very easy for the Dragon King to kill them, but he let them run for so long.

The Dragon King was still standing there, with no sign of anxiety about killing them, as if he was a tourist looking at the scenery of this world.

When he heard these two sentences, he couldn't help but frowned slightly.

The indifferent words were mixed with a hint of displeasure: "I said that I came here according to God's will, and naturally God ordered me to do this."

"Simply killing you will only make God dissatisfied."

As soon as he finished speaking, he nodded and stretched out his hand as if he had been instructed.

The Yangtze River surges and is lifted up by this hand.

It's the entire Yangtze River.

People patrolling the Yangtze River from all over China exclaimed in disbelief.

Time seemed to have lengthened several times.

A chuckle rang in everyone's ears.

Wang Xueqing knew that she and others would die in an instant.

It's just that this moment was stretched out by an inexplicable force.

At this moment, someone from the Zhao family in Yanjing took off his suit, raised a long bow as tall as a person with his arms, stepped heavily on the bow spine, and drew a divine bow from ancient times.

Red light swirled, auspicious colors swirled, and the power of the country's sacred objects once again lit up in the sky over China.

An arrow flew across the jaw line similar to Lin Xingtao's, and then penetrated time and space.

The three dragons left behind by Lin Xingtao suddenly advanced in unison, as if they felt a similar bloodline aura from this arrow.

So this arrow was guarded by three dragons, carrying the energy that had killed Chi You so many years ago, and nailed it to the heart of the Dragon King.

On the screen, the Dragon King's expression finally changed.

Wang Xueqing and others slashed their wrists with their swords neatly, and the blood of the descendants of the Yellow Emperor splashed out, and was carried by the airflow of the arrows, turning into a deeper red light.

The urgent task that appeared on the app of Lingqi China - [Awakeners above level 3 cut their wrists] was accepted by countless people.

United as one.

There is no sensationalism of the national song, no excitement against the God of Huashan, and no tragedy against Laleye. China no longer needs these at this time.

In just one year, it has grown, grown to be strong enough to be careless.

It has become more stable and calm than ever before.

Just like some small international frictions that occurred before the resurgence of spiritual energy, China has never been afraid or shaken in its position in the world. The Chinese nation is more convinced than any other race in the world that it will stand at the top of the world.

With such confidence and strength, even the Dragon King needs to temporarily avoid the edge.

"It's great." It seems that such a sigh came from the sky.

The Dragon King faced the arrow that was heading for his heart, but turned around.

Behind him,