Behead God: You will eventually become a god!

Under the dim sky.

In the thirty-three layers of lightning, Indra's body was wrapped in dense thunder. Several spherical lightning balls gathered in his palms, whistling with dull strong winds.

A few hundred meters above the ground in mid-air, a worn-out carriage with some signs of being burned was speeding towards the ground. A master in white was standing in front of the carriage.

The Master was surrounded by scenes like the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers. He allowed the thunder to strike him. These scenes were constantly reconstructed, collapsed, and reconstructed in the Master's "heartscape"...

This was repeated over and over again, but there was no sign of it falling apart.

In mid-air, the Master glared at Indra in the sky, and one end of the ruler in his hand became extremely charred, as if it would be roasted in a moment...

"Ant! If you had stayed hiding in that carriage, I might not have been able to do anything to you... but you insisted on coming out and seeking your own death!"

Indra's dull voice shook the sky, and his tone was full of contempt for mortals.

A spherical lightning ring shot up into the sky, and Indra waved his arm lightly downwards, rushing towards Master Chen at a rapid speed.

Just as the circle approached Master Chen, the already scorched ruler was swung violently, forcibly dispersing the thunder.

Gods are gods after all. After such an intense battle, Master Chen's face has turned pale, and the hand holding the ruler is shaking slightly.

But so what?

The Master stood up straight, his eyes wide open, his tone full of disdain for the gods, and he spoke loudly:

"Huh! The fighting has reached my doorstep. If I continue to avoid the fight, how can I still have the dignity to be a Daxia citizen?

You killed my people and insulted my land. How dare you, gods, be so presumptuous? Daxia is not something you can touch! "

Master Chen waved his sleeves with his big hands, and the strong wind lifted up his clothes, giving off a sense of majesty like a teacher for all ages!

Then, the sound of reading aloud came out in the Master's "heart scene", and the momentum was as majestic as moving mountains! At this moment, the Confucian scholar's spirit was almost solid!

How could the provocation of an ant attract the attention of God?

Indra looked down at Master Chen below him, his face expressionless, neither angry nor happy, he just looked down calmly.

A strong wind suddenly arose, and Indra's toes, which were condensed with lightning, suddenly appeared on the ground and kicked hard in the direction of the Master.

This blow hit the Master's 'heart scene' solidly.

puff--!

A large amount of blood spurted out of the Master's mouth. He wiped the corner of his mouth gently, his eyes solemn, but he was not afraid of fighting at all.

"How ridiculous." Indra said coldly, "You are an ant but you don't have the knowledge of an ant. You challenge the gods with such a glance... Today I will sentence you to death!"

Master Chen tightly grasped the ruler in his hand, letting the blood from the corner of his mouth flow down and soak his clothes. He snorted coldly:

"So what if I have to sacrifice my life? You are just a god, do you really think you are invincible?!

Today I will show you why... Daxia cannot be insulted! ! "

The 'scenery of the heart' with birds singing and flowers blooming was unpredictable, and was gradually replaced by the black and red colors of the abyss, and had turned into a sea of corpses.

In the fierce deep sea, a terrifying aura is gathering, cold yet murderous!

At this moment, a terrifying pressure spread from the sky and an ancient palace appeared out of thin air, standing seamlessly in the center of the battlefield.

This sudden change caused Indra and the Master to look towards the palace, but the former was slightly nervous because he felt a strong aura in the palace, which seemed to be above him.

Master Chen, who was standing aside, felt a slight tremor in his heart, not for any reason, but because the three big words on the palace - Yama Palace - were deeply reflected in his eyes.

The Master was a little unsure at first, so he closed his eyes and opened them several times, muttering to himself: "This... is this... Yama Palace?"

The gate of the ancient palace slowly opened, and a young man wearing a black stilt hat, a black prison robe, and a dark body walked out.

The light released by the sun in the sky seems to have hit a black hole, refracting continuously but never able to penetrate.

The black fog covering the sky silently moved across the entire sky. A dark-skinned young man, holding a black sickle and hook, walked slowly towards them with steady steps.

"——I am Black Impermanence!"

The life-calling sound shook everyone's mind. There seemed to be countless souls in the air, and all of them were scattered by this sound.

Si Guo stepped on the sky, and one end of the black sickle hook locked onto Indra tightly, as if it would hook away his soul in the next moment.

"Who said...there is no god in Daxia?!"

Whoosh! ! !

The black fog flashed by, and Si Guoyi's figure seemed to penetrate the void and appeared directly in front of Indra.

Indra was extremely panicked. He controlled the thunder in the sky to try to block Si Guoyi's attack. The lightning flashed one after another and overlapped, forming several layers of lightning walls like shields.

The black sickle hook seemed invisible, piercing through all the thunder shields step by step.

The lightning shattered!

Ghost locks the soul!!

The next moment, the black sickle hook was in front of Indra, and the Netherworld Death Locked him in an instant. At this moment, Indra could not move at all.

"Just you? Or the kingdom of God behind you?

...is he worthy of being a god? ! "

The hook rope exerted force suddenly, and Indra was thrown several kilometers away, hitting the ground heavily and making a deep hole. Then, he was pulled out like a dog for a walk and flew back to Si Guoyi.

During the whole process, the hook seemed to confine the entire space. Si Guo stepped heavily on his chest, and the ground sank instantly.

"You who have survived in the fog by sacrificing your own people and abandoning your country... are defiling the word 'God'!"

Veins bulged on Indra's forehead, and vast thunder condensed in his hands. The next moment, he punched towards Si Guoyi fiercely, and the endless lightning seemed to devour Si Guoyi.

The sickle hook floated in front of Si Guoyi. He did not dodge, but faced the opponent's counterattack. The death energy of the netherworld burst out, and the lightning was completely eroded.

"We, the gods of Great Xia, are willing to destroy our bodies and give up our lifelong divine power to transform into nine national guardian monuments to guard the borders... Let the fog not enter Great Xia at all, and let the people of Great Xia not be harmed by the fog!"

The sickle hook in Si Guoyi's hand flew out again, slashing straight towards Indra's neck, beheading him instantly.

Then he took a deep breath and shouted loudly:

"We, the gods of Daxia, are willing to live and die together with the people of Daxia!

There is a place that must be defended, there are people that must be defended, there is a belief that must be defended!!

This is called God!"

Si Guo held Indra's head in one hand, his eyes pierced through the endless space, fell on the gods in the mist, and shouted loudly:

"A hundred years of reincarnation have passed, and the gods of our Great Xia... are returning here!"