Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

On the top of the mountain, the last bit of peach flesh slid down Lin Qiye's throat and into his stomach.

Almost instantly, an indescribable warm energy exploded.

Like a bursting dam, it swept through every corner of his body.

This power is not violent, but rather like the most mellow warm current.

Wherever he passed, the fatigue and hidden injuries in the meridians were swept away.

Even more astonishing is his spiritual sea of ​​consciousness.

That spiritual world, which was already as vast as the starry sky, was now expanding outward at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The boundaries are constantly blurring and solidifying, and with every breath, the mental power is steadily rising.

Lin Qiye closed his eyes, his mind immersed in this unprecedented transformation, calmly guiding this huge energy.

He knew that this was not just an increase in strength, but also a leap in the level of life.

In the courtyard, Yang Jian held a three-pointed, double-edged sword, like an unchanging stone sculpture, silently protecting him.

His eyes swept around calmly, and no movement could escape his eyes.

The entire mountain top was peaceful and tranquil, yet it was also like the silence before a storm, so dead that it made people feel uneasy.

At the same time, in another quiet room, the atmosphere was completely different.

Si Xiaonan clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turning white from exertion. She stared at An Qingyu opposite her.

There was a slight tremor in his voice that he couldn't suppress. "Loki's soul contract... that's a dead end with no solution."

"He tied us all together in this way,"

"As long as there is one person who wants to resist, everyone will be buried with him."

"So, this is both a desperate situation and the only loophole he has left."

An Qingyu's voice was as calm as ever, as if he was analyzing a complex math problem.

"The contract is mutual."

"It binds us, and it binds him as well."

"As long as we can find the core of the contract, we will have a chance to reverse detonate it."

"Reverse detonation? That's easy to say." Si Xiaonan smiled bitterly.

"What's the cost? We simply can't afford the gamble."

"But we have no choice." An Qingyu replied calmly.

"This is the only hope, even if it is as slim as a candle in the wind."

Si Xiaonan fell silent, his eyes flashing with a complex mixture of despair and unwillingness.

Just then, the door was gently pushed open.

"What are you talking about? You look so serious."

Leng Xuan walked in from outside with a smile. He dusted off the dust on his body and looked no different from usual.

"We have investigated the situation outside. It is safe for now."

Si Xiaonan and An Qingyu looked at each other and immediately stopped the previous topic.

"Nothing, just worried about the next plan."

Si Xiaonan forced a smile and stood up.

"I'm glad you're back. Did you find anything unusual?"

"Everything is normal, not even a ghost."

Leng Xuan walked to the table, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp. His movements were natural and smooth.

"How about you guys? How's Nanaya doing?"

"It's still absorbing the power of the peaches. Master Erlang is guarding outside, so there shouldn't be any problems."

An Qingyu replied, his eyes sweeping over Leng Xuan imperceptibly.

"That's good."

Leng Xuan nodded with a relaxed smile on his face.

"Once Qiye comes out of seclusion, our chances of winning will be even greater."

"Don't be so sad, there are still tall people to hold up the sky if it falls."

His tone and demeanor were exactly the same as Leng Xuan in the past.

There's a sense of reliability mixed in with that cynicism that leaves nothing to be desired.

The vague sense of disharmony in Si Xiaonan's heart was forcibly suppressed. Perhaps he was too nervous.

She breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to pour a cup of hot water for Leng Xuan: "You sit down and rest for a while, I..."

Before she finished speaking, the moment she turned around, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of Leng Xuan's face behind her out of the corner of her eye.

It was that glance.

A smile was still on Leng Xuan's lips, but his eyes became extremely strange at that moment.

It was a look that was a mixture of coldness, mockery and indifference.

Like a poisonous snake lurking in secret for its prey, there wasn't a trace of Leng Xuan's warmth in it.

That look lasted less than a tenth of a second, so fast that it seemed like just an illusion.

But Si Xiaonan saw it.

A bone-chilling chill suddenly shot up from her tailbone and rushed up to the top of her head along her spine in an instant!

Her blood seemed to freeze at this moment, and every hair on her body stood on end.

She froze in place, her hand holding the water cup suspended in mid-air, not daring to move, not even daring to look back to confirm.

No confirmation required.

The terrible thought in her mind was confirmed in the most horrifying way at this moment.

The person standing behind her was no longer her companion.

That was an unknown enemy disguised as Leng Xuan, lurking beside them.

The room was dead silent, with only the slight sound of water drops sliding from the rim of the cup and hitting the ground.

Si Xiaonan could clearly hear his own heartbeat like a drum.

She felt the cold gaze behind her scraping across her back inch by inch.

An Qingyu, who has been observing silently,

He keenly caught the momentary stiffness of Si Xiaonan's body and the instantaneous fading of the blood color from her face.

His heart suddenly sank, his eyes shifted from Si Xiaonan's stiff back to

Slowly moved towards the "Leng Xuan" behind her who still had a smile on his face.