Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

A barely audible sigh seemed to be heard from beneath the king's unchanging bronze mask.

But he did not hesitate at all, and the long sword in his hand, which seemed to be made of pure shadow, was raised silently.

There was no cold light on the blade, only a dead silence that swallowed everything.

Wu Xiangnan's eyes were clearer than ever before. He stared at the slowly rotating silver chaotic sphere in front of him.

That is the origin of everything and the end of everything.

Every time he got closer, he could feel the terrifying suction of his soul being torn apart and assimilated.

But at this moment, the fear in his heart had long been replaced by a more intense determination.

In order to fight against the impending end and to protect everything behind him, he must become stronger.

The road ahead is the only shortcut, but also the most dangerous dead end.

"I'm ready." Wu Xiangnan's voice was hoarse, but it revealed an unquestionable firmness.

"Let's do it."

He no longer waited for Wang Mian's response, but suddenly stretched out his right hand and resolutely pressed it on the silver chaos sphere!

"Zi la——!"

The pain that cannot be described in words exploded instantly!

It was not the burning of flesh, nor the breaking of bones, but the annihilation from the deepest level of existence itself!

Wu Xiangnan felt that his consciousness, soul, and even every elementary particle that made up his body,

They are all being madly decomposed, reorganized, and crushed by this original force!

His body seemed to be connected to a multi-million volt electric grid.

Twitching violently, the surface of the skin

Silver arcs of electricity were darting around like crazy, and every flash took away a portion of his vitality.

"Uhhhhhh-!"

Even though Wu Xiangnan had a will as strong as steel, he could not suppress the painful roar from the depths of his soul.

His face was extremely distorted, with veins bulging from his forehead and neck like a ferocious dragon.

His eyes were as red as blood, and his eyeballs were almost squeezed out of his sockets.

His teeth were clenched tightly, and even made a "crunching" sound that made your teeth ache.

The blood that flowed from the corner of his mouth dripped down his chin and evaporated the moment it touched the ground.

He could clearly feel that his body was "melting" and was being greedily devoured by the chaotic sphere.

If this continues, he will be completely sucked dry in less than ten seconds.

Once you become a part of the origin, you won't even have a chance to be reborn.

The limit! This is the limit of what he can bear at the moment!

"Kill me now...!"

Wu Xiangnan used up the last bit of his strength and squeezed out these three words from the depths of his throat.

His voice was hoarse like a broken bellows.

Before he could finish his words, a dark line cut through the air.

Wangmian's knife moved.

So fast that it is beyond vision and even beyond thinking.

"puff--!"

A head shot up into the sky, an expression of extreme pain and determination still frozen on its face.

Hot blood gushed out from Wu Xiangnan's broken neck like a fountain.

However, the moment it approached the silver sphere, it was completely absorbed by the invisible force, and not a single drop could fall to the ground.

The headless body swayed and fell straight back.

However, death is just the beginning of a new life.

Wang Mian stood quietly aside, like an eternal sculpture, indifferent to the bloody scene before him.

Time seemed to stand still.

Twelve seconds, thirteen seconds, fourteen seconds...

Just when the fifteenth second arrived, something strange happened!

Countless silver threads of light suddenly emerged from the wound of the headless corpse lying on the ground.

Like a living vine, it interweaves, entwines, and constructs madly.

Immediately afterwards, the fallen body began to tremble violently, and something was surging wildly under the skin.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Layer after layer of inky black, viscous liquid emitting a fishy smell,

It was forcibly squeezed out of his pores, as if expelling the deepest impurities and filth in his body.

Every time he expelled impurities, the life force within his body became more refined.

The vibrant energy even made the air around them feel fresher.

With a flash of silver light, a brand new head grew, condensed, and took shape at the broken neck at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Facial features, hair... everything returned to normal.

Wu Xiangnan suddenly opened his eyes, and a terrifying light flashed across his eyes.

He jumped up from the ground, feeling the faint power in his body.

But it was an incomparably pure and powerful new power. There was no joy on his face, only cold determination.

He looked down at his body which had become more solid.

He looked up again at the silver chaos sphere that still exuded deadly temptation, and the fighting spirit in his eyes increased instead of decreasing.

"Not enough... not enough!" He muttered to himself, then turned to the king, his voice steady and powerful.

"Come again!"

At the same time when Wu Xiangnan was using himself as a sacrifice to madly absorb the power of the origin,

Thousands of kilometers away on the top of Mount Fuji, a fierce battle that will determine the fate of mankind is reaching a white-hot stage.

"boom--!"

The wind was howling and the leaden clouds were pressing heavily on the top of the mountain.

Amidst a huge roar, a figure was smashed hard into the dark volcanic rock, with debris flying everywhere and smoke and dust filling the air.

"Cough cough!" Haruki Amemiya struggled to get up from the rubble, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were still as sharp as an eagle.

The light of the water knife in his hand dimmed a little, but he still held it tightly.

Opposite him, the monster called "Corpse God"

It was slowly straightening its huge body made up of billions of corpses and resentment.

It has no fixed form.

Like a moving mountain of rotting flesh, broken bones, and countless faces twisted in pain,

It is wriggling and changing every moment, emitting a tremendous resentment that is enough to cause even gods and Buddhas to fall.

"Mortal, your struggle is meaningless."

A vast consciousness composed of thousands of overlapping voices,

Echoing between heaven and earth, this sound alone is enough to drive those with weak willpower to madness in an instant.

"Really?" Amamiya Haruki sneered, took a deep breath, and the energy in his body boiled again.

In the air behind him, water vapor condensed at an alarming rate.

In a flash, it transformed into hundreds of extremely sharp blue water blades, suspended in the air, with the tips of the blades all aimed at the corpse god.

"Then let's see, is your resentment more immortal, or is my blade sharper!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his arm violently.

"Suiten Musangyun: Hundred Slashes!"

"Whoosh whoosh-!"

The sound of breaking through the air was sharp and piercing, and hundreds of water blades turned into a blue rain of light.

Slashing at the huge and bloated body of the corpse god from all directions.

Each water blade contains the ultimate cutting power, wherever it passes,

Even the space seemed to be cut into tiny ripples.

The Corpse God's huge body had no way to dodge and was instantly submerged in the rain of swords.

"Puff-puff-!"

The sounds of rotten flesh being cut and bones being chopped were as dense as rain hitting banana leaves.

Countless pieces of corpses and black pus and blood were peeled off from the corpse god and turned into nothingness in mid-air.

In just a moment, a thick layer of the corpse god's mountainous body was shaved off.

Revealing an even more filthy and hideous scene inside.

However, there was no joy on Amamiya Haruki's face, instead he became more solemn.

Because those huge wounds that were cut open not only did not shed a drop of blood,

Instead, the changes began in a more bizarre and disgusting way.

"Roar--!"

The Corpse God roared loudly, and the huge gaps opened by the water blades

The flesh and blood suddenly rolled to the sides, and then, from the depths of the wound,

It actually grew rows and rows of sharp white bone spurs that looked like shark fangs!

No, that's not a bone spur, that's a tooth!

Countless bloody mouths opened simultaneously at the wounds of the corpse god.

Every mouth is filled with dense, madly stirring fangs!

"Not good!" Haruki Amemiya's pupils suddenly shrank.

The next second, one of the wounds closest to him suddenly split open.

It transformed into a ferocious giant mouth with a diameter of more than ten meters, and with a gust of extremely foul-smelling wind, it bit towards him like lightning!

The speed was so fast that it completely exceeded the reaction limit of Haruki Amamiya!

He was about to be swallowed by that huge mouth of flesh and blood,

A golden light fell from the sky like a meteor, blocking him with incredible precision.

"Qiang——!"

The loud noise of metal clashing was deafening.

It’s Wu Ji!

She had arrived without knowing when, with her arms crossed over her chest.

The golden divine power condensed on her arms into two extremely thick arm armors.

He held tightly against the huge mouth that was about to bite down.

The sharp fangs rubbed violently against the golden arm armor, emitting dazzling sparks.

The huge bite force is transmitted through the arm armor.

The volcanic rock under Wu Ji's feet was instantly covered with spider-web-like cracks, which quickly spread to the surroundings.

"Ugh..." Wu Ji groaned, and the muscles on her arms bulged.

His veins were bulging, and he was obviously under unimaginable pressure.

Her petite body seemed to be supporting a sky that was about to collapse.

The situation was at a stalemate at this moment.

The giant mouth of the corpse god, transformed from its wound, exerted mad pressure.

Trying to crush the golden ant in front of her along with her defense.

But Wu Ji refused to give in, and the golden divine power continued to flow out.

Block out the force that is powerful enough to crush mountains.

Her eyes were cold and focused, staring at the squirming, foul-smelling flesh and fangs in front of her.

The stalemate is only temporary. She knows better than anyone that simple defense will never bring victory.

We must...break this situation!

Wu Ji's eyes suddenly became fierce, and an aura that was even more violent and brutal than before burst out from her body.

She held Fang's hands, and a dazzling golden light began to shine through her fingertips, as if to melt the indestructible arm armor.

The moment before, she was a mighty warrior.

At this moment, he was imprisoned in this stone prison without sunlight together with Amamiya Haruki, and the atmosphere instantly became depressing to the freezing point.

"Rumble--"

Outside the spherical cage is the entire Mount Fuji, lifted up by the Corpse God with his divine power!

The mountain obscured the sky, casting a shadow like a giant beast devouring the world.

Swallowing up all the light and hope below.

The loud sound of rocks rubbing against each other was like the roar of gods and demons, which made the blood of the two people in the cage surge.

This is the power displayed by the Corpse God after he imitated the Mountain God, which is enough to subvert the limits of human cognition!

In the distance, Yurina had just used paper cranes to sweep away Yoshiki Furuhara, Shota Hoshimi and others and sent them to a safe area.

She looked back at Mount Fuji hanging in the sky and the center of the battlefield completely covered by the shadow of the mountain, her face pale.

Thousands of paper cranes circled and flew around her, as if anxious for their owner.

Yurina raised her hand, and the paper cranes in the sky instantly gathered into a stream.

It transformed into an extremely sharp pure white sword, which she held tightly in her hand.

The blade trembled slightly, making a mournful "buzzing" sound. This was no longer a battlefield where mortals could intervene!

At the same time, in another completely different time and space.

As Tang San activated the Hell Garden, on the distant Sky Fox Holy Mountain,

An indescribably thick golden beam of light shot up into the sky.

It was like a divine needle that held the heaven and earth in place, piercing into the depths of the universe.

The entire plane was shaking violently under this force, as if it could collapse and fall apart at any time.

The Sky Fox Demon King could no longer maintain his human form, and he let out a long howl that shook the world.

The nine-tailed fox's true form appeared, covering the sky and the sun, with nine giant tails sweeping across the sky.

Try your best to stabilize the plane rules that are about to be broken!

The situation is already precarious!

However, an even more surprising change occurred.

The golden beam of light that rushed into the sky was actually targeting the calamity cloud above the sky that was brewing endless destructive power!

As soon as the golden light and the black cloud came into contact, there was no earth-shattering explosion as imagined, but instead they merged together strangely.

The originally inky black calamity clouds were now stained with a strange dark golden color.

The thunder rolling in the clouds also changed from the destructive purple to golden lightning full of holiness and majesty!

No one knows whether this is a blessing or a curse. In the dark golden calamity cloud,

It seemed as if an unknown existence that even gods would tremble at was being conceived!

In another corner, on the platform of a modern city station,

Wang Xuan stood quietly, watching the train carrying his classmates slowly leave the platform.

The long whistle cut through the sadness of parting, and inside the car window,

Familiar and youthful faces, with a vision of the future, smiled and waved goodbye to him.

Wang Xuan forced a smile and waved vigorously until the train's taillights disappeared at the end of his sight.

The smile gradually faded from his face, replaced by a heaviness and reluctance that was inconsistent with his age.

He knew that in this turbulent era, this farewell might... be a farewell forever.

The sky in the distance seemed particularly gloomy due to some unknown changes.

"boom!!"

The scene cuts back to the Japanese battlefield.

Every vibration of the spherical stone prison was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of Amamiya Haruki and Takehime hard.

The darkness, lack of oxygen, and the endless sense of oppression from the power of the Corpse God were frantically eroding their will.

The golden light on Wu Ji's body has dimmed a lot.

Obviously, the earth-shattering blow just now also consumed a huge amount of her energy.

She panted and looked at Amamiya Haruki beside her.

He said in a deep voice, "His power... has undergone a qualitative change beyond imitation."

"This cage cannot be broken with my current strength."

"I understand." Amamiya Haruki's voice was unusually calm. In this dead silence and darkness,

His eyes were surprisingly bright, as if there were two flames burning in them that would never go out.

He slowly closed his eyes, blocking out everything from the outside world.

He could sense that the Corpse God's attention was not completely focused on the cage.

It is still enjoying the pleasure of controlling Mount Fuji and dominating the world.

This is their only chance.

One breath... two breaths...

When Amamiya Haruki's breathing adjusted to a certain mysterious point, he suddenly opened his eyes!

At that moment, his entire temperament changed dramatically, he was no longer the gentle young man.

Rather, it is a peerless divine sword that has been hidden in its sheath for billions of years and exists only for a moment of brilliance!

He exchanged a glance with Wu Ji beside him, and saw the same determination in her eyes.

No words are needed.

The next moment, Amamiya Haruki raised his hand, not pointing in a certain direction, but gently pressing it on his chest.

"With my blood, Ignite my soul..."

The low chanting sound, like an eternal oath, echoed in the small space.

"—I will use this broken body as firewood!"

The moment the words fell, an aura of terror that could not be described in words burst out from Amamiya Haruki's body!

That is not spiritual power, nor divine power, but a more original, purer, and brilliant sword intent that can burn everything!

Endless light burst out from his body, instantly piercing through the absolute darkness!

Wu Ji squinted slightly because of the dazzling light. She saw that Amamiya Haruki's body was becoming translucent.

The dazzling sword light replaced his flesh and blood, and his heart turned into a burning furnace of sword soul!

In this extreme darkness and silence, a sword light that is brighter than the stars and more arrogant than the gods suddenly blooms!