Quick Wear: The Demon Lord blew up the tomb at the beginning

The world fell silent.

The sky also fell into silence. When the gods reacted, they were completely enraged by Xie Lang's words.

"presumptuous!!"

The immortal official was the first to scold. He didn't know how a mere mortal like Xie Lang could dispel Yuan Jing's flames. He only knew that Xie Lang's words were blasphemy against the gods and a challenge to God's majesty.

God cannot be despised!

"Those who blaspheme God will be punished by both heaven and earth!"

With a wave of his sleeves, a bolt of lightning appeared. The lightning was winding and carried a hint of destructive aura as it struck towards Xie Lang.

"Your Majesty!!" The people couldn't help but shout when they saw this scene.

Rumble…

The sky where Xie Lang was was bombarded, and smoke and dust rose up in an instant.

"Hahaha, this is the price of blasphemy!"

The immortal official looked at the dust and smoke and laughed. He deliberately controlled the strength of the thunder and would not let Xie Lang die easily. Otherwise, who would he go to for revenge for the prince?

"what are you laughing at?"

A cold voice sounded in the dust and smoke. The immortal official was shocked. As the smoke and dust dissipated, Xie Lang was still standing there intact, looking at him with a teasing expression.

The people below were also surprised that Xie Lang was fine.

"You...how could you?" The immortal official's face changed drastically, realizing that something was wrong.

She is just an ordinary person... No, she is not an ordinary person at all.

How could a mortal fly in the air? How could he disperse Yuan Jing's raging fire with just a wave of his hand?

The gods who saw this scene from a distance were also surprised. This shouldn't be possible!

Yuan Jing and Fairy Nishang also frowned. This was different from what they had imagined.

"You mean, how can I be okay?"

Xie Lang sneered and raised his hand casually. The immortal official felt that the space around him was constantly folding and the time around him was being deprived. He felt an unprecedented fear, as if he was being stared at by a world-destroying demon god.

The immortal official realized something was wrong and wanted to escape, but he couldn't leave. He who used to be able to run a thousand miles in an instant now found it extremely difficult to take even half a step forward. His body was constantly aging, and the time that belonged to him was flying forward rapidly. In an instant, he looked hundreds of thousands of years older.

Gods also have a lifespan, but his is only a few hundred thousand years old. Now, he has reached the end of his life.

He looked at Xie Lang with endless fear in his eyes. What kind of power was this?

"God, so powerful?" Xie Lang had a hint of sarcasm on his face. With a wave of his hand, the immortal official seemed to be frozen in time, losing all his strength. The whole person fell from the air like garbage and hit the ground, creating a hole. There were people around who were not hit.

Just a god fell from the sky and they were scared.

"I think that's it. It's vulnerable."

From beginning to end, Xie Lang never looked directly at the immortal official.

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"Your Majesty, she...even God is no match for her."

The people below were staring at this scene in amazement; they were truly shocked this time.

"It turns out that gods can also be defeated."

There is something called fear that gradually disappeared from the hearts of the people.

They had never seen gods before and were full of awe of them, always thinking that they were omnipotent. But now that they had seen them, those gods sent down natural disasters and wanted to destroy the world. They no longer had respect for the gods, but only fear.

Now, Xie Lang told them that gods could also be defeated and they were not omnipotent, and they no longer even had any fear.

Once they lose their fear of God, then in their eyes these gods will become people more powerful than themselves.

A young man in plain clothes walked to the front of the deep pit and dragged the immortal official, who was dying and still coughing up blood, out of the pit.

"Brother Yu, what are you going to do?"

The people around were scared to death when they saw Zhang Yu dragging the immortal out of the pit with a kitchen knife in his hand.

"Our home was destroyed by these gods." Zhang Yu pointed at the gods in the sky, then at the weak immortal officials on the ground: "I saw it with my own eyes. It was he who waved his hand and sent down thunder from the sky, burning my home."

There was no panic or fear on Zhang Yu's face. Only calmness and hatred hidden in his eyes.

He was the young man who had first questioned the gods. The immortal official was so angry that he destroyed his house with a bolt of lightning.

"So, Brother Yu...what do you want to do?" The people's voices were a little trembling, and they vaguely realized what Zhang Yu wanted to do.

Zhang Yu looked at the Immortal Official coldly: "I want to... kill the gods!!"

"How outrageous!" The immortal official became furious when he heard this. He was a god, even if he was about to die, he was still a god. He hated Xie Lang for beating him like this, but Xie Lang was not a normal mortal, so he could barely accept it. But if he died at the hands of these mortals, he would really lose all his dignity.

"How dare you, lowly mortals..."

Before he could finish his words, he was chopped by Zhang Yu. The immortal official was so angry that he almost died: "Ahhh! Mortal, I will kill you!!"

However, no matter how angry he was, his body could not move, and he could only threaten these mortals with harsh words.

"Your Majesty, throw him down. He has no power left, just like a mortal." Zhang Yu pointed at the immortal official and said to the crowd, "If a tyrant is guilty, the people will kill him. If the immortals are guilty, why can't we mortals kill them?"

"Come on, come on, I've already stabbed him once, everyone come and stab him too. This is a deity, his body is much better than the tyrant who was still a mortal. I remember the tyrant was cut more than 800 times before he died, this deity should at least last 8,000 times."

Having said that, Zhang Yu generously handed the kitchen knife in his hand to others.

The crowd was silent for only a moment, and then a large group of people gathered. This was a god, and they, as mortals, could actually kill a god. The thought of doing so made them excited!

"I, Wang, have killed chickens and pigs, but I have never killed a god!"

"I'll take some damage, too. My crops have been flooded by these beasts."

"They are just gods. If they can kill us, why can't we kill them?"

"..."

The movements below could not be hidden from the eyes of the gods in heaven. Yuan Jing looked at that group of lowly mortals who actually dared to stab the gods.

This is not only a contempt for God's authority, but also a shaking of God's foundation.

"Kill, kill them all. Kill them all, leaving no one alive."

Although Xie Lang is evil, she is only one person, while there are countless gods.

He just didn't believe that Xie Lang could save so many mortals from their hands?

Countless heavenly soldiers and immortal officials received the order, and all kinds of spells poured out, directly hitting the unarmed mortals below.

However, once these spells were released, they were frozen in the air. Each god's spell was different and the colors were also colorful. When frozen in the air, it looked like a colorful painting.

There were rolling thunder, blazing fire, and raging floods...

They are all fixed.

The sky is the paper and magic is the paint. This is a shocking painting.

It shocked countless gods and mortals.

"You...what kind of magic is this?" Yuan Jing's voice was trembling. He was terrified. He had never seen a magic that could freeze a spell. This was beyond his cognition.

Even his father could never do that.

Xie Lang stood in the air, did not answer Yuan Jing's words, and sneered at Yuan Jing.

Immediately afterwards, millions of gods found that they could not move, just like those spells, they were fixed in the air, with fear of Xie Lang still lingering in their eyes.

"Don't you like to bring natural disasters to the world?"

"Don't you claim to be a deity and therefore superior to mortals?"

Xie Lang spoke, looking at Yuan Jing, Jiang Nishang, and the thousands of immortals and gods, his tone full of contempt: "Then please accept the judgment of mortals."

As he spoke, countless gods fell from the sky, crashed onto the ground and into the crowd, but no one was hurt.

Yuan Jing and Fairy Nishang happened to crash into the door of the imperial prison.

As the gods fell, the spells that were fixed in the sky gradually disappeared.

Xie Lang did not stop and went towards the higher sky.

This time, she would destroy the entire heaven, sacrifice all the gods, and use their flesh and blood to nourish the earth.