Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The sword light and the treasure light burst out at the same time, like two suns suddenly appearing out of thin air, instantly illuminating the dim Takama-ga-hara as bright as day.

The old man in the scarlet Taoist robe, Guangchengzi, just casually pointed toward the area where the corpses and beasts were most concentrated.

An ancient square seal flew out of his hand and swelled up in the wind.

In an instant, it turned into a towering mountain that covered the sky and the sun, and it fell down with a terrifying momentum that could suppress all things in the world!

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a dull squeezing sound that made your teeth ache.

Mountains fall, mountains rise.

The land that was once teeming with corpses was now only a bottomless square pit.

Everything in the pit, whether it is a low-level corpse beast or those terrifying beings comparable to the "Klein" realm,

Everything was ground into the most primitive powder, without even a trace of blood left.

On the other side, the movements of Taiyi Zhenren holding a whisk are even more freehand.

He flicked the whisk in his hand lightly, and three thousand silver threads suddenly expanded.

Like a huge silver net covering the sky and the earth, it covered the other half of the tide of corpses.

Those roaring, biting, fearless corpse beasts,

The moment the silver thread touched his body, it felt like tofu being cut by a sharp blade.

It shattered silently into countless pieces and then turned into ashes.

Just one blow.

Just one hit.

That was enough to make the entire Takama-ga-hara defenders despair.

The boundless tide of corpses that left the two top masters, Wang Mian and Lu Wuwei, helpless was cleared by nearly half.

The remaining corpse beasts seemed to have seen the most terrifying natural enemy in the world.

The instinctive fear completely overwhelmed their ferocity, and they began to flee backwards madly, becoming a completely disorganized army.

“I…fuck…”

Lin Qiye rode an electric scooter, carrying Wu Hen and Wang Mian.

Passing through the huge gap torn open by the two Golden Immortals,

He stared in amazement at the miraculous scene before him.

His mouth was wide open enough to fit an egg, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

He had seen strong men, gods, and even witnessed wars between gods.

But what is before my eyes, a mighty power that can change the world with a single wave of his hand, and treat thousands of troops as nothing,

It has completely exceeded his comprehension.

This is not a battle at all, it's a dimensionality reduction attack!

Wang Mian was also shocked. He swallowed his saliva.

His voice was dry: "Is this... the strength of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Kunlun Xu?"

"What's written in the textbooks is still too conservative..."

Wu Hen didn't say anything, his face was more solemn than ever.

As a time traveler, he knows Guangchengzi better than anyone else.

What do the names "Taiyi Zhenren" represent?

But precisely because he knew it clearly, he was even more frightened.

These characters that only exist in myths and legends actually appeared in front of him alive?

Moreover, they are on the side of humans?

The water in this world is much deeper than he imagined.

Just when the three were deeply shocked, the third Taoist who had never made a move,

Jade Ding Zhenren flashed and appeared silently in front of their electric car.

Lin Qiye braked suddenly and almost threw Wu Hen and Wang Mian out.

"My friends, there's no need to panic."

Jade Ding Zhenren's voice was gentle and mellow, and his eyes swept over Lin Qiye and Wu Hen.

Finally, it landed on Wu Hen with a hint of smile.

"I am Yu Ding, your humble disciple. Thank you for your care along the way."

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen looked at each other, both with confused expressions.

Bad disciple? Who?

When did they take care of this big boss's apprentice?

Wu Hen's mind raced as he reviewed all the people he had come into contact with since coming to this world.

I also couldn't find anyone who fits the identity of "Jade Ding Zhenren's disciple".

He was absolutely certain that there was absolutely no such person around him.

"Senior, did you... recognize the wrong person?" Lin Qiye asked cautiously.

Jade Ding Zhenren just smiled without explaining. Instead, he looked up at the corpse god in the distance whose aura was becoming increasingly terrifying.

Said: "This is not the place to talk."

"The Lord of Heaven is already waiting outside, you should go see him first."

"Leave this to me."

As he spoke, he took a step forward and appeared a hundred meters away, walking straight towards the towering corpse god.

The corpse god seemed to have sensed the fatal threat and abandoned the other opponents.

All his attention was focused on this seemingly ordinary Taoist.

It let out a deafening roar, and countless thick flesh tentacles turned into whip shadows all over the sky.

Smashed down on Jade Ding Zhenren's head!

Each tentacle contained a terrifying power that was enough to easily tear apart space and severely damage gods.

However, Jade Ding Zhenren just extended a finger.

A finger as crystal clear as jade and spotless.

He lightly tapped the whip shadows in the sky.

"cut."

One word, and the law follows.

A sword energy so thin that it was almost invisible burst out from his fingertips and instantly cut through the sky.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

The wildly dancing tentacles of flesh and blood, along with the corpse god's enormous body, all froze in place.

The next second, neat lines of blood emerged from all over the corpse god's body.

Then, its huge body, which was as big as a mountain, was cut by the sharpest blade.

It silently shattered into countless pieces, collapsed with a loud bang, and turned into pools of smelly pus and blood.

One finger, kill instantly.

The wind is light and the clouds are clear, and you are calm and unhurried.

Lin Qiye's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he felt that his worldview was being repeatedly crushed.

This is the Corpse God!

The terrifying existence that forced Izanami to burn her soul to barely hold her back, just... disappeared?

"Let's go."

Wu Hen was the first to come back to his senses. He patted Lin Qiye's shoulder and said in a deep voice,

"It's not suitable to stay here for long."

Wang Mian also reacted, with shock on his face.

There was more ecstasy: "We won! We won! With three Golden Immortals here, Takama-ga-hara is safe!"

Lin Qiye then started the electric car, bypassed the huge pile of corpse god wreckage, and drove towards the space passage he came from.

On the way, Wang Mian couldn't help but be curious.

He came over and asked, "Brother Wu Hen, Captain Lin, how did you get to know Yang Jian?"

"Master Yu Ding is his master. It's such a great honor for him to personally express his gratitude!"

"Yang Jian?" Wu Hen and Lin Qiye looked at each other again and asked in unison.

"Who is Yang Jian?"

"Ah?" Now it was Wang Mian's turn to be confused.

"You don't know him? Then why did Jade Ding Zhenren say that you took care of his disciple?"

Wu Hen shook his head.

Lin Qiye also said affirmatively: "I haven't heard of it either."

This is strange.

The king frowned, puzzled.

It's impossible for a Golden Immortal to play such a joke on two juniors for no reason, right?

There must be some hidden secret that they don't know about.

Wu Hen's mind became active.

Yang Jian...Erlang Shen?

Who else could be Jade Ding Zhenren's disciple except him?

But when did I become involved with him?

Could it be that because of my identity as a time traveler, I have inadvertently had some unknown intersection with these mythological characters?

One mystery after another emerged in Wu Hen's mind, making him feel more and more

Things were developing in a direction he could never have anticipated.

Soon, the three of them passed through the space channel and returned to the outside world.

The battle in Takama-ga-hara is nearing its end.

With Guangchengzi and Taiyi Zhenren around, the remaining defeated troops could not make any waves at all.

Lu Wuwei was waiting for them at the entrance of the passage. Seeing the three of them return safely,

He breathed a sigh of relief and clasped his fists towards Wu Hen and Wang Mian: "Now that the crisis has been resolved, it's time for me to go back."

"See you later, you two."

After saying this, he turned into a streak of light and disappeared into the sky.

Wu Hen and Wang Mian nodded and watched him leave.

"Let's go, it's time for us to go back."

Wang Mian stretched out his body, and his bones made a crackling sound.

After a great battle, he was already exhausted.

Wu Hen nodded and walked side by side with him.

The afterglow of the setting sun stretched the shadows of the two people very long.

Wang Mian looked at the young man beside him who had remained calm from beginning to end.

In the end, he couldn't help but ask the biggest question that was lingering in everyone's mind.

"Brother Wu Hen, tell me... why did these legendary Golden Immortals suddenly appear here?"