Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The dead silence was broken.

Lin Qiye moved.

As the black man took a strange step, a sacred yet evil aura burst out from his body and soared into the sky.

"Playing tricks!" Andre roared. He absolutely did not believe that this Oriental man had any more cards up his sleeve.

Lin Qiye ignored him, just lowered his head, with a crazy arc at the corner of his mouth.

The bones in his body made a teeth-grinding crackling sound, and his body expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It seemed as if countless black pythons were roaming beneath the skin.

"Puff puff!"

Along with the sound of flesh being torn apart, one, two, three... a total of eight hideous arms covered with black Buddha and demon patterns appeared.

It was torn out from behind him!

Including his original two arms, he now has nine arms!

He now transformed into a black giant nearly a hundred meters tall.

Nine arms danced wildly in the air, each emitting a terrifying aura that was enough to burn everything.

The whole place was in deathly silence.

Everyone's eyes widened, whether they were members of the Night King or fanatics of the Temple of the Gods,

At this moment, they were like ducks with their necks pinched, unable to make a sound.

"What...what kind of monster is this?" an apostle from the Temple of the Gods said tremblingly.

"God... Is he a demon god that has descended to the human world?"

The hideous smile on Andre's face completely froze, replaced by unprecedented horror.

He could feel that the pressure emanating from the black giant was far beyond his comprehension.

"No! Impossible! This is definitely an illusion!" Andre slammed his hands on the ground like a madman.

"Earth Giant, get up! Kill him!"

The earth shook violently, countless rocks and soil gathered together, and a rock and soil giant even larger than before rose from the ground.

He roared and swung his mountain-like fist, smashing towards Lin Qiye.

The black giant transformed by Lin Qiye slowly raised his head, and his nine arms moved at the same time.

Nine completely different Buddhist seals were formed in a mysterious trajectory.

"It's noisy."

He spoke in an emotionless tone, his voice resounding throughout the battlefield as if it came from the Netherworld.

"The First Seal."

"The Second Seal."

“…The Ninth Seal.”

The nine Buddhist seals condensed instantly, then merged into one, transforming into a giant black palm that covered the sky and the sun.

In the palm of his hand, Buddhist and demonic patterns intertwined, as if a huge "卍" character was slowly rotating.

"Destroy it for me!"

With a loud shout, the giant black palm slammed down!

The aggressive rock and earth giant couldn't hold out for even a second.

The moment it came into contact with the giant palm, it collapsed like a sand castle and was directly turned into powder all over the sky!

The black giant palm continued to move forward, carrying the power to burn the sky and destroy the earth, suppressing Andre on the ground!

"Do not--!"

Andre let out the last shrill scream of his life.

The divine shield that he had held up with all his strength was as thin as a cicada's wing in front of the giant palm and shattered in an instant.

The terrifying power of Buddha and demon swept past.

He didn't die, but it was more painful than death.

"Ah! My eyes! My eyes!"

Andrei covered his face and rolled around on the ground, tears of blood streaming from his eyes.

The will contained in the palm print directly destroyed his visual nerves and made him completely blind.

An expression of despair and unwillingness froze on his face. He roared, but his head was crushed by a foot that fell from the sky.

The battlefield fell into silence again.

The towering nine-armed demon god slowly dissipated, and Lin Qiye's figure reappeared, slowly falling to the ground from the air.

He stood very steadily, his black windbreaker rustling in the wind, his expression indifferent as if he had just casually crushed an ant.

Everyone was stunned by his overwhelming power and dared not even breathe.

In the eyes of the people, there is fanatical worship for the Night King.

In the eyes of the defeated soldiers of the [Temple of the Gods], there was fear from the depths of their souls.

Lin Qiye looked around, and wherever his eyes went, all the enemies knelt on the ground with weak legs, trembling.

He was about to say something when suddenly, his legs went weak and he fell to one knee on the ground with a thud.

"Fuck." He cursed under his breath, and his forehead was instantly covered with cold sweat.

An indescribable pain exploded from the depths of his soul, as if his entire soul was being torn into pieces by countless hands.

The power of Buddha and demon began to backfire.

He gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressed the tearing pain, and tried to stand up.

But he soon discovered that things were worse than he had imagined.

There seems to be something mixed in this backlash force.

A cold, playful will that did not belong to him.

Something was wrong…this felt very wrong.

Lin Qiye's pupils suddenly contracted, and he clearly felt that the Buddhist and demonic power raging in his body seemed to have a life of its own.

It...seems to be smiling?