Daode Tianzun paced forward, fluttering across the broken half-section of the rainbow bridge, he sighed lightly, and looked ahead in surprise.

I saw that at the end of the Rainbow Bridge, a giant wearing bright gold armor held a holy sword in his hand, standing there like a mountain, and the majestic divine power fluctuated from his body, and his angry eyes were full of high-spirited battle intent.

"Rumored, the watchmen of the Rainbow Bridge in Asgard?"

Daode Tianzun raised his eyebrows, and his gaze swept over him calmly, "I have some strength." ”

"Celestial Venerable ...... of Great Xia," Heimdall stood at the head of the rainbow bridge, staring coldly at the Taoist who was pacing, "Sorry, this road is not working. ”

"Really?"

Daode Tianzun said lightly, stepped forward with his right foot, and stepped lightly.

The entire Rainbow Bridge, along with half of Asgard, slammed under this foot!

In an instant, all the colors of heaven and earth were erased, leaving only black and white, and under the picture of this old movie, only Daode Tianzun himself in a Taoist robe still maintained its original color.

Heimdall's eyes blinked, and the man's form vanished from his vision.

He was about to make a move when a mellow voice sounded from behind him, "The road to the temple here is too far, and the poor road still lacks a mount...... You, very good. ”

Heimdall's pupils suddenly contracted!

A palm gently landed on his shoulder, and the surging black and white qi poured into Heimdall's body, and the mystical Dao method intertwined in his body, and the huge body covered in golden armor began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye!

His hands holding the holy sword gradually turned into a pair of bull's hooves, those angry eyes gradually lost their luster, and his huge body curled up on the ground, and the cyan fur intertwined on the surface of his skin, like a huge bag, containing his whole person into it.

However, after ten breaths of effort, the giant guarding the end of the Rainbow Bridge was turned into a green ox by the Dao Law, standing meekly beside the Taoist.

Daode Tianzun stretched out his hand, patted the tall cow's back, turned over and rode on it, and smiled faintly:

"Rest assured, this method will only last for one day, and after the expiration date, you will return to the way it was...... Today, I will wronged you to carry the poor road on your back and go on a journey. ”

Under the hands of Daode Tianzun, the green cow did not have the slightest power to resist, and his cloudy and dull gaze turned to the direction of the Supreme Temple, just carrying the Taoist and walking towards the sacred mountain step by step.

Above Mount Kinabalu.

Except for Odin, the king of the gods on the throne, the rest of the Norse gods on both sides had shocked eyes in their eyes.

"He turned Heimdall into a cow?!" Thor opened his mouth in disbelief, "How the hell did he do it?!" ”

Loki stared at the bull-riding Taoist priest in the distance, his brows furrowed tightly, and a pair of narrow eyes flickered, not knowing what he was thinking.

A flash of anger ignited in the eyes of the god of war, Tyr, he gritted his teeth, stepped forward, saluted Odin on the throne, and said solemnly:

"Father, please let me lead the Nordic War Department to meet the enemy! In any case, he must not be allowed to break into the temple, this is an insult to my Asgard! ”

Odin, who was on the throne, took his eyes off Daode Tianzun's body, glanced at him, and nodded slightly.

"Go ahead."

"Yes!"

Tyr's eyes flashed with high fighting intent, and without saying a word, he rushed out of the temple with his sword on his back, turning into a streamer of light and disappearing without a trace.

……

Asgard, Sunset Boulevard.

On the main jade road from the Rainbow Bridge to the Sacred Mountain, a Taoist man riding a green ox is walking slowly in the air.

A large number of Norse gods and goddesses gathered on both sides of the avenue, staring at the bull rider, their eyes flashing with different lights, fear, curiosity, worry, and anger......

Not all of these Norse gods who are onlookers are good at fighting, and even a large part of them are gentle gods like Blaki, who can only plant, play musical instruments, weave, and chant poetry, and there are almost no who can muster up the courage to come forward and intercept this terrifying existence from Great Xia in front of them.

Daode Tianzun rode a green ox and walked unhurriedly on the sunset avenue for almost a stick of incense, but no god came to stop him, which made him feel a little funny.

"No wonder you have survived the erosion of the fog of a hundred years ago...... Hehe. ”

Daode Tianzun sneered lightly.

He rode his bull through the Sunset Avenue and came to the foot of the sacred mountain where the Supreme Temple was located, and was about to climb the mountain, when countless streamers flew from the sky, turning into a Norse god in armor, standing on the thousand steps of the mountain.

On the last step of the stairs, the god of war, Tyre, held the sword in one hand and the shield in the other, and was looking coldly at the Tianzun at the foot of the mountain, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

"It seems that the Norse gods are not all bad seeds."

Daode Tianzun lightly jumped down from the back of the ox, stroked the horns of the ox, raised his hand and made a move, and a wooden sword instantly roared out from the supreme temple on the top of the mountain and landed in his palm.

Dressed in a black and white robe, he held a wooden sword in his hand, and calmly climbed the stairs.

"Kill him!"

The god of war, Tyr, let out a low roar, stood on the steps and looked down at the many gods of the Daoist, and rushed down!

Countless brilliant divine lights erupted from the mountain, Daode Tianzun held the sword in one hand, his expression did not change in the slightest, he gently raised the fragile wooden sword, and in an instant, the surrounding heaven and earth were once again blurred into black and white.

The pale and pitch-black divine power attacks smashed down, but they couldn't touch him in the slightest, and they all passed around his body strangely, and those few messy strands of hair fluttered in the wind, orderly in the chaos.

He raised his wooden sword and slashed it in front of him, black divine blood gushing out and splashing on the stone steps of the mountain.

Even in the face of the siege of the gods, his footsteps did not stagnate at all, but in a wonderful rhythmic rhythm, step by step, every sword swept out, a large number of gods fell.

Behind him, the white sun slowly rose.

Jingle ——!

With a soft thud, the right arm of the god of war Tyr was slashed off by the sword light and smashed to the ground, and he spurted out a mouthful of black blood and fell from the top of the mountain.

Daode Tianzun took one step and stepped on the last step, the black and white colors that shrouded the heavens and the earth finally dissipated, and a round of red sun hung behind him, and the stone steps of the mountaineering that flowed like a river of blood were extremely red.

Straw sandals, robes, hairpins, wooden swords.

Tianzun's body has not even been soaked with a wisp of blood, he is like a Taoist who has just burned incense and bathed, and his body still exudes a faint fragrance.

He carried his sword, stepped lightly into the temple, looked up at the one-eyed old man sitting on the white throne, and smiled slightly:

"Odin, poor road...... I'm here to kill you. ”