Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Wu Hen stretched out his hand, and his fingertips went straight through the plump and juicy fairy peach, as if he was touching only a ball of empty air.

He withdrew his hand and tried again, with the same result.

A feeling of powerlessness came over me, like a hungry beast trapped in a cage, looking at the food in front of me but never being able to fill my stomach.

"Damn it, it still doesn't work."

Wu Hen cursed softly, turned his head and said to Lin Qiye,

"We are like two 3D projections. We can see and hear each other, but we can't touch each other."

"What are you two fussing about? It's just a peach." A crisp and somewhat arrogant voice sounded.

I saw Nezha the Third Prince walking over with a swagger, he didn't even look at the fruit plate,

He casually picked a huge peach from the tree, took a bite with a "crunch", and the juice splashed everywhere.

He chewed the fruit pulp and said vaguely to Wu Hen and the others, "It tastes okay, but the age is a little off."

"Want to try it? Oh, I forgot, you can't touch it."

There was a hint of mischief on his face, as if he thought it was very interesting to watch the two "phantoms" staring at each other.

Wu Hen looked at him expressionlessly, but his mind was racing.

This guy looks tough, but he might be a breakthrough point.

Nezha grinned and raised his hand to pat Wu Hen's shoulder.

It was like greeting a new friend: "Don't be so sad, hang out with me, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future..."

Before he finished speaking, his palm passed through Wu Hen's body without any hindrance.

The smile on Nezha's face froze instantly.

"I rely on?!"

He opened his eyes wide in disbelief and retracted his hand as if he had seen a ghost.

He looked at his palms over and over again, as if there was something dirty on them.

He didn't believe it, so he stretched out his finger and carefully poked Lin Qiye's arm.

The fingertips penetrated again.

This time, the horror on Nezha's face completely overwhelmed his mischievousness, and even had a hint of panic.

He jumped three feet away, and tightened his grip on the lance in his hand.

He stared at the two men warily: "What...what's going on? Are you ghosts? No, ghosts are not that outrageous! Yang Jian, where did you find these two weird things?"

Yang Jian, who had been silent the entire time, slowly put down his wine glass, his expression remaining calm: "Third Prince, please be patient."

"They are not physical entities, but more like some kind of... projection of thoughts."

Yang Jian was about to explain in detail, but his words stopped abruptly.

His calm eyes suddenly shot towards a shadow in the corner of the hall.

The whole person's aura instantly became fierce, like a peerless divine weapon drawn from its sheath.

"What's wrong?" Nezha was stunned by his sudden change.

Yang Jian did not answer. The tightly closed vertical line between his eyebrows slowly cracked, and a golden vertical pupil suddenly opened!

The divine light was like lightning, instantly locking onto that corner.

Wu Hen and Lin Qiye followed his gaze and their hearts suddenly sank.

I saw that in the shadow, a black eyeball appeared at some point, as if it was embedded directly in the space.

The eyeball had no white, and was completely black, with only a strange crimson pupil in the center.

He was watching everything in the hall quietly and indifferently.

That's the Eye of the Earth!

"court death!"

Yang Jian shouted coldly, not giving the other party any chance to react.

The white jade wine cup in his hand was as fast as lightning, turning into a stream of light.

Carrying divine power that was enough to tear apart space, it smashed towards the eye with incredible precision.

However, a scene so strange that it makes one's scalp tingle happened.

The white jade wine glass went straight through the black eyeball, just like passing through a non-existent phantom.

Then it hit the temple pillar behind it heavily and shattered into pieces with a "bang".

Peeping eyes, unharmed.

It didn't even move, its deep red pupils still staring at them, filled with inorganic coldness.

Nezha took a deep breath, and the arrogance on his face disappeared.

Instead, there was an unprecedented solemnity: "What the hell is this?"

"Even your divine eyes can't see through it, and your attacks are ineffective?"

The hall fell into deathly silence.

That eye with a black background and red pupils was just floating quietly in the corner.

He stared at them indifferently, as if he was watching a farce that had nothing to do with him, or as if he was examining toys in a cage.

Wu Hen's heart sank completely.

From being unable to touch entities to being treated as "projections" by Nezha and Yang Jian, two of the top fighters in mythology,

And then there was this surveillance eye in front of him that even Yang Jian was helpless against...all of this pointed to a terrible conclusion.

They were like transparent prisoners, trapped in the center of this mythical feast, while in the darkness, a pair of eyes were staring at them.

An existence that can even ignore the power of the True Lord is staring at them.

The situation is ten thousand times more difficult than imagined.

I can't be this passive any longer. I have to... I have to do something.