"Who's playing tricks?"

When Ling Ping'an followed He Qi to a place that seemed to be the ruins of a factory building, he heard a hurried and hoarse angry rebuke.

He turned to look at He Qi and asked, "Is it your ancestor?"

He Qi nodded.

Ling Ping'an smiled.

After thinking for a moment, he walked straight to the source of the voice.

As he walked, he said righteously, "Listen to me, thief inside..."

"You are surrounded by me!"

"There is no way out if you resist!"

"Surrender yourself and fight for leniency. That is the only way out!"

These were all lines he had learned from watching police films. Now, they were used very smoothly.

However...

Ling Ping'an didn't know at all.

As he spoke, behind him, the huge God that was reflected in the thick fog that he couldn't see lowered its tiger head that was at least three to four meters long and extended out of the thick fog.

The sharp teeth in its mouth clashed up and down, making cracking sounds.

Smelly pus dripped down one drop at a time.

It corroded the ground until it sizzled and smoked.

The God's eyes on his forehead shone on everyone.

A majestic, solemn and terrifying atmosphere raged in the air.

At this moment, Ling Ping'an's voice came out from the thick fog.

"Listen up, thieves inside..."

"I've already surrounded all of you..."

The three eyes of the huge tiger opened.

They were like three extremely large lanterns.

It was as if, as long as anyone present dared to say no, that huge bloody mouth was about to bite down on everyone's head and swallow them all into its stomach.

The legend had it that it was the Lord of Hell who treated malicious ghosts as snacks and the ghost king as a broad bean to chew on.

The legendary Uncle of Youdu.

The most capable minister under Houtu!

Therefore, the people of the Yan Sheng Sect were trembling.

Blind Ding raised his head and stared at the huge tiger head that was poking out from the thick fog.

He felt the terrifying pressure.

However, he was thinking, "Is it a trick?"

The return of the Earth God?

Hehe!

How could he believe it!?

The revival of spirit aura had been going on for two hundred years. There were signs of the revival of the Gods all over the world.

Everyone's understanding of the existence of Gods also had a certain foundation.

In the past 200 years, people had known about the iron law of Gods -- the revived Gods had a bit of consciousness.

This bit of consciousness had used faith and sacrifice to return to the world through a divine artifact, a spirit vein or a holy land.

But that was all.

Right now, the concentration of spirit aura wasn't enough to support a God's complete return.

Therefore, these Gods could only reside in temples or sacred lands.

They relied on faith and sacrifice to maintain their anchors in the present world.

They wanted to make a move after leaving the sacred land?

They had to hold a grand sacrifice.

The devout prayers of hundreds of thousands or millions of believers gathered enough strength to give them a chance to make a move.

This was somewhat similar to a human spaceship flying into space.

The astronauts in the vacuum had to wear spacesuits if they wanted to leave the cabin.

The current Earth was similar to the vacuum in the eyes of the astronauts to the Gods.

Therefore, after each strike, the God would fall into weakness and would not be able to strike again for a short period of time.

Therefore, the Gods were used as trump cards by the various countries.

Unless it was a matter of life and death, they would not be easily invited.

Of course, legend had it that some Gods in the Land of Qin had already used a special ritual to secretly transfer a bit of their consciousness into the body of a pregnant mother.

From there, they would enter this world as humans.

However, doing so would be extremely dangerous.

This was because once they died, it would affect their main body.

It was said that a King of Angels had died in the Church of Bone in the Land of Qin.

In addition, the Gods were too powerful.

Not to mention consciousness, not even a trace had been found.

So..

He looked at the huge tiger's head.

"You're quite good at pretending... I was almost fooled by you!" Blind Ding laughed.

He knew that there was a general in the Blackguard who was good at illusions.

He was the descendant of a mutated flood dragon and a human.

By chance, he had awakened the innate ability of the clam dragon. By converting psionic power into clam Qi, he could create an illusion that was vivid and realistic.

He could hypnotize tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people.

By now, the general's Qi and blood had already weakened and he had entered the final years of his life.

However, if he did not want to live anymore, he could unleash his final potential.

He could indeed create an illusion that could confuse a overmatch like him!

Therefore, he straightened his chest and took out the talismans one by one in his hands.

He was only waiting for the person controlling the illusion to reveal a flaw and kill him on the spot.

Meanwhile, the thick fog in front of him suddenly dispersed.

A thin figure walked out of the fog.

The giant ghost God standing behind him seemed to be his shadow.

"He Qi!" Blind Ding's psionic power saw a familiar smell. It was his disciple, the disciple whose heart curse had been broken.

"Evil disciple!"

"You're courting death!"

As he said that, he picked up a talisman and threw it directly at He Qi.

The talisman that was thrown out of his hand suddenly burned in the air.

The talisman used the patterns carved by the victim's soul to transform into sharp swords that stabbed at He Qi.

He Qi watched and immediately hid behind the man with a strange cry.

"Hmm?" Blind Ding sensed the psionic power.

That man...

The man who walked out of the thick fog was very strange!

There was not a trace of psionic power on his body.

He seemed to be holding a cat in his hand, which was also ordinary.

It was just an ordinary house cat.

So...

"A mortal?"

How did a mortal come here?

Also, what was with the giant ghost that was reflected behind him?

"I don't care..." Blind Ding thought fiercely in his heart, "Go to hell!"

It was just a mortal.

After killing him, he would extract his soul and set up a soul-searching ritual and then he would know everything.

Suddenly, Blind Ding frowned.

That was because he sensed that the talisman he had cast had disappeared completely within a few steps of the mortal.

It was as if it had been swallowed by something or as if it had fallen into the rain of the sea.

"Some kind of protective magic art?" Blind Ding thought.

Although such things were rare, they were not non-existent.

For example, the Yangping Capital Merit Stamp could overcome all evil and yin magic art.

No matter how dirty the magic art was, as long as it reached the owner's side, it would be immediately purified.

In addition, the shroud that the Church of Bone worshiped had a similar effect. It could protect the person who was wearing it and not be attacked by any transcendent being.

However...

These magic treasures, divine artifacts and holy objects all had their weaknesses.

For example, the Yangping Capital Merit Stamp could only passively purify Yin and evil magic art.

As for the shroud, it could only defend and could not attack. Moreover, it could not defend against the attacks of mortal weapons.

In other words, if one wanted to kill someone wearing the shroud...

He could just take a kitchen knife and chop them to death.

With this thought in mind, Blind Ding raised his fist and faced the mortal who had walked out of the thick fog.

"Go to hell!"

He had also learned ancient martial arts.

This punch used the techniques of ancient martial arts.