Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

That gaze seemed to have crossed the long river of time and space, locking Lin Qiye firmly with scrutiny and cold pressure.

All the sounds around seemed to disappear at this moment; the clinking of the gods' wine glasses and the graceful dancing of the fairies all became a silent background.

In Lin Qiye's eyes, there was only the silver-robed figure on the throne and that face that was so familiar that it was unforgettable.

Not similar, but exactly the same.

That was the slug in Cangnan's memory who always followed him and timidly called "Brother Qiye";

It was the skinny boy who rolled in the mud with him, snatched half a steamed bun, and then grinned foolishly;

It was A Jin who, in order to protect him, dared to use his small body to block the vicious dog "Xiao Hei Lai" and refused to take a step back even when crying...

His heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, shrinking suddenly. The sadness and longing were like a flood that broke through the dam, instantly drowning his sanity.

"Ajin..."

Lin Qiye almost subconsciously muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear.

The figure on the throne seemed to notice his loss of composure and frowned slightly.

He didn't say anything, but his scrutinizing gaze became sharper and sharper, as if he wanted to cut Lin Qiye's soul out of this body.

Lin Qiye took a deep breath and forced himself to suppress his surging emotions.

He knew that now was not the time to reminisce about the past, especially since the situation was extremely strange.

He stood up suddenly, ignoring the surprised looks from those around him, and walked straight towards the throne at the highest point.

"stop."

A cold voice sounded, not from the throne, but from a divine general in golden armor beside it.

Lin Qiye ignored him, his steps did not stop at all, his eyes were fixed on the man on the throne.

Finally, he reached the bottom of the steps and looked up at the face.

"A Jin, is that you?" His voice trembled slightly.

The silver-robed man on the throne finally slowly opened his eyes.

What kind of eyes were those? Indifferent and majestic, as if they contained the birth and death of stars, but without any of the warmth that Lin Qiye was familiar with.

"How dare you." He opened his thin lips slightly, and the two words he uttered were as cold as ice for ten thousand years.

"I am the True Lord Erlang, Yang Jian."

"I don't know any Ah Jin."

Yang Jian?

Lin Qiye was struck by lightning and stood there in a daze.

Yang Jian... Yang Jin...

An absurd yet extremely reasonable thought flashed through his mind like lightning.

He thought of Ajin's innate talent for cultivation that no one else could match.

Thinking of the faint golden mark between his eyebrows that appeared and disappeared from time to time,

I remembered that he once said he had no father or mother and was brought to the village entrance by a black dog...

Black dog? Little black scab?

Is it...

Reincarnation! It's reincarnation!

Lin Qiye understood everything instantly.

His A Jin, his younger brother who depended on him in Cangnan, turned out to be the reincarnation of Erlang Shen, the mighty Master Erlang who dominated the three realms!

After the huge shock, there was an indescribable mixture of sadness and joy.

The good news is that he is still alive and living such a "good" life, becoming a high and mighty god.

Sadly, the strangeness and indifference in his eyes clearly told Lin Qiye that he no longer remembered himself.

Yang Jian looked at the ever-changing expression on the face of this "monkey apprentice" in the audience, from shock to ecstasy, and then to extreme sadness.

Finally, everything returned to a dead silence, and even his calm state of mind began to ripple.

"Who are you?" Yang Jian asked again, with a hint of inquiry in his tone.

"The aura on you doesn't sound like a demon, and certainly not that of a disciple of that monkey."

"What's your intention in disguising yourself and sneaking into Yaochi?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

The eyes of all the gods instantly focused on Lin Qiye, full of hostility and vigilance.

However, Lin Qiye smiled, a smile that was somewhat relieved but also a bit bitter.

He looked at Yang Jian and spoke slowly. His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard throughout the Yaochi.

"Okay, I won't pretend anymore."

He spread his hands, his tone calm as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

"I am indeed not Sun Wukong's apprentice."

He paused, facing Yang Jian's increasingly cold gaze,

He said word by word, "I came here for no other reason than to... come and see if you're doing well."

This statement is so frank that it almost seems stupid.

In the center of power in heaven, in front of all the gods, he admitted his disguised identity.

The purpose is just to "see a person", which is a huge joke.

But Lin Qiye's eyes were extremely sincere. It was a concern that could not be disguised and came from the depths of his soul.

Yang Jian was silent.

He couldn't see through the person in front of him.

His words were full of flaws, but his eyes were so genuine that he couldn't doubt it.

That look seemed to span endless years, carrying a familiarity and warmth that he could not understand.

"Arrogant." Yang Jian snorted coldly, stood up from the throne, and walked down the steps step by step.

The pressure from him became heavier and heavier, and the air in the entire Yaochi seemed to freeze.

He walked in front of Lin Qiye, and the two were only a foot apart.

"Since you are determined to seek death, I will grant your wish."

As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand and his slender five fingers grabbed Lin Qiye's neck.

He wanted to see if that damned calmness in the guy's eyes would still be there when he crushed his throat.

However, a strange scene happened.

Yang Jian's fingers passed through Lin Qiye's body without any hindrance, as if passing through a phantom of nothingness.

There was no feeling at the fingertips.

Yang Jian's pupils suddenly contracted, and the indifference on his face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years was finally broken, replaced by a look of solemnity and astonishment.

He suddenly withdrew his hand and looked at Lin Qiye again, his eyes full of disbelief.

"you……"

The strange feeling in his heart grew stronger. This person wasn't a physical entity!

His eyes suddenly lifted up and swept across the entire Yaochi Palace.

Finally, it stopped at the center of the hall, above the head of the Queen Mother of the West, on the ancient bronze mirror that was quietly floating.

Kunlun Mirror!

An ancient artifact that can illuminate the heavens and see into the past and the future.

In an instant, Yang Jian understood everything.

He looked at Lin Qiye again, his eyes had completely changed.

It was no longer about examining an intruder, but rather looking at an... incomprehensible phenomenon.

"I see." Yang Jian's voice became low and hoarse.

With a hint of insight and complex meaning, "You don't belong to this time."

In one word, the atmosphere in the entire hall became extremely depressing and mysterious.

Lin Qiye did not answer, but just looked at him quietly.

Yang Jian's gaze passed Lin Qiye's shadow and looked at the Kunlun Mirror again.

The mirror clearly reflected the scene of the Yao Chi banquet, and the figures of every god were vivid.

But if you look closely, you will find that the banquet reflected in the mirror

There are countless empty seats. People should be sitting in those seats, but the mirror is blank, as if those existences have never been recorded.

Yang Jian's gaze slowly moved upwards, finally landing on the highest point.

On the other three supreme seats alongside the thrones of Queen Mother of the West and Jade Emperor.

There was no one there, and there was no one in the mirror either.

An indescribable fear flashed across his deep eyes, and he whispered softly in an almost inaudible voice.

"Some things cannot even be reflected in a mirror..."