Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen looked at each other and saw deep suspicion in each other's eyes.

Inside the cave, the Taoist who called himself Jade Ding Zhenren was looking at them with a smile.

His eyes were gentle and his posture was friendly, as if he was an old friend who had not seen each other for a long time.

"My two friends, there's no need to be so reserved." The Taoist flicked his sleeves.

"I was a little dazed just now, and I didn't recognize it for a moment."

"You are disciples of Master Wukong, right? You've come just in time, just in time!"

Wu Hen's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained expressionless, instead showing an expression of being flattered.

He bowed and said, "Senior, do you recognize our master?"

Lin Qiye stood beside him, silent, but raised his vigilance to the highest level.

"Hahaha, that monkey wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace back then. He was so majestic, how could I not recognize him?"

Jade Ding Zhenren smiled even more kindly, "Come to think of it, it's been a while since we last met."

"You have come here this time, but what does Junior Brother Wukong have to tell you?"

Wu Hen's mind was spinning rapidly, and he continued as he said:

"Master said... he missed his old friend and asked us to come and pay you a visit."

"I have a heart, I have a heart!"

Jade Ding Zhenren nodded with satisfaction, then slapped his thigh.

"Oh, look at my memory! It just so happens that the Queen Mother's Peach Festival is about to begin, and I'm just about to leave."

"Since you are here, why don't you come with me and see the splendor of Heaven?"

After these words were spoken, the smile on Wu Hen's face remained unchanged, but his heart sank to the bottom.

Peach Festival?

Sun Wukong was pressed under the Five Elements Mountain because he disrupted the Peach Festival. Who in the Three Realms doesn’t know about this?

What's the logic behind inviting Sun Wukong's apprentice to participate now?

Is he afraid that Heavenly Court isn't chaotic enough, or is he worried that his master and disciple didn't die quickly enough?

This is not amnesia at all, the script is wrong!

Wu Hen quietly glanced at Lin Qiye, but still spoke respectfully: "Is this... too much trouble for you, Senior?"

"No trouble, no trouble!"

Jade Ding Zhenren was too enthusiastic.

"You are disciples of Master Wukong, and therefore my juniors. It's no big deal to take you out to broaden your horizons. Come on, follow me!"

As he spoke, he was about to step forward and pull the two men's arms.

Lin Qiye took a half step back calmly, just avoiding the

At the same time, he said, "Master, our master once had some problems with Master Erlang. If we rashly go there, we might cause you trouble."

He specifically mentioned Erlang Shen Yang Jian.

It is common knowledge that Jade Ding Zhenren is Yang Jian's master.

If he really lost his memory, he should have instinctively protected his apprentice.

Unexpectedly, when the Jade Ding Master heard the words "Erlang Master", a trace of imperceptible confusion flashed across his face.

Then he smiled again: "It's a small matter, a small matter."

"We are all from the same sect, so what does a little friction mean? With this humble Taoist here, no one dares to embarrass you."

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen no longer had any hope in their hearts.

This thing is not Jade Ding Zhenren at all.

He was just wearing the skin of Jade Ding Zhenren and knew some fragmentary mythological information.

But I know nothing about the relationships between the characters and the key events.

He had no idea that the Peach Festival was a taboo for Sun Wukong.

He didn't even know that the person he was playing at the moment and his most beloved disciple was none other than Erlang Shen Yang Jian!

A fake, a fake who didn't even do the basic homework.

But it exudes the same original aura as the previous Jade Ding Zhenren.

What kind of weird thing is hidden in this tampered space and time?

Wu Hen's mind raced, a smile plastered across his face: "Since the Master is so kind, I would be remiss to refuse!"

Keep him calm first and see what he wants to do!

Meanwhile, the Pamir Plateau.

The strong wind swept up the ice and snow, howling among the ancient mountains.

An Qingyu, who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the bronze pattern, suddenly had his eyelids twitching and opened his eyes abruptly!

His eyes were fixed on a line node in front of him.

There, a wisp of black air, so faint that it was almost imperceptible, was quietly dissipating, and was then wiped out by the ancient bronze aura.

It was this sudden movement that woke him up from his silence.

Almost at the same time, two figures came through the air, one on the left and one on the right, landing not far from him.

Si Xiaonan and Leng Xuan.

Eyes facing each other.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

Si Xiaonan looked at the white-haired young man in front of him. His face was clearly unfamiliar.

But those eyes, those eyes that seemed to carry the vicissitudes of endless time and space,

But it made her feel a familiarity and throbbing from the depths of her soul.

Leng Xuan's fingers gripping the hilt of the knife tightened slightly, his brows furrowed.

Who is this person in front of me?

Why does it appear here?

More importantly, why does an indescribable complex emotion surge in my heart when I see him?

"You..." An Qingyu spoke slowly, his voice hoarse.

He looked at the two people in front of him, fragments of memory surging in his mind, but he could not piece together a complete picture.

Before he finished speaking, another powerful aura descended.

Singh's figure appeared in mid-air. He looked down at the three people, his eyes full of disdain and arrogance.

When his eyes fell on An Qingyu, he sneered without any concealment.

"A mere ant from the Infinite Realm dares to sit here? Ridiculous."

He didn't take these three people seriously at all, and had no interest in paying attention to the weird atmosphere between them.

He had only one goal, which was to force his way through this damn bronze pattern.

Singh raised his hand, and terrifying divine power began to gather in his palm.

"If you don't want to die, get out of here."

Leng Xuan and Si Xiaonan became alert instantly, and the atmosphere became tense.

However, An Qingyu seemed not to hear Singer's threat.

His pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip the moment he saw Singer concentrating his divine power!

What he saw was not the power that could destroy the world.

His gaze penetrated Singer's form, penetrated his arrogant exterior, and saw something... deeper.

An indescribable fear, like an icy tide, instantly flooded his heart.

That is not a human power.

An Qingyu's eyes were fixed on Singer, and his face turned pale instantly.

He saw, behind that violent divine power, a pair of eyes filled with malice and greed that could not be described in words.

He is looking at the world coldly through Singer's body.