Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The moment that breath appeared, the entire Kunlun Mountain shook violently without any warning!

The fairy water of Yaochi surged and turned into huge waves, hitting the white marble railings and splashing water thousands of feet high.

Yang Jian and Nezha's faces changed, and they immediately steadied themselves, releasing their divine power in an attempt to suppress this sudden movement.

"What's going on? Is the Kunlun dragon vein in riot?" Nezha frowned, with the Fire Spear in his hand.

Yang Jian opened his heavenly eyes, and the golden light swept around, but he could not see any clues.

He said in a deep voice: "No, this power does not come from the earth veins, but... deeper."

Just as the two great gods were on full alert, Lin Qiye's pupils suddenly contracted.

He grabbed Wu Hen beside him and lowered his voice to a very low tone.

But he couldn't hide his horror: "Old Wu! Look down! Below the Yaochi!"

Wu Hen looked in the direction of his finger, and at first he only saw a chaotic bottom of the pool.

But as the mountain shook violently again, the thin layer of fairy mist below the Yaochi was broken.

There was actually a barely perceptible crack.

It was this tiny crack that caused Wu Hen's breathing to stop instantly.

He saw it.

That is neither rock nor land.

Under the Yaochi Lake, the interior of the entire Kunlun Mountains was completely hollowed out, and replaced by an endless forest of swords!

Hundreds of millions of ancient swords of various shapes, with the tips pointing upwards and the hilts pointing downwards,

Densely packed, they were inserted upside down in the dark void, forming one "mountain range" after another made up of swords.

They stood quietly, as if they had been asleep for eternity. Now, with the trembling of Kunlun,

The blade of each sword began to emit a low humming sound.

It converged into a terrifying murderous intent that was enough to scare even gods.

"This... this is..." Nezha also noticed it. He looked down, and the arrogance on his face was instantly replaced by astonishment.

"Who did it? Who hid so many swords under Kunlun?"

Yang Jian's divine eyes stared intently at the sea of ​​swords, his expression more solemn than ever before: "It's the Queen Mother of the West... Each of these swords is stained with her aura."

"For a hundred years... She has been sitting alone in Kunlun, actually forging this sword that will kill billions!"

A hundred years of solitude, forging swords into a forest!

This realization was like a thunderclap, exploding in the minds of Lin Qiye and Wu Hen.

They originally thought that the Queen Mother of the West was just guarding something, but they didn't expect that

She is preparing for a war of unprecedented scale, one that may even affect the entire history of mythology!

This is such a huge deal! So huge that it makes people shudder!

Just as everyone was in great shock, a stream of purple light came rushing from afar at a speed that could tear the sky apart.

The voice arrived before the person, and that voice was filled with unprecedented panic and despair!

"True Lord! Third Prince! Something bad has happened!!"

Ziwei Xingjun stumbled to the ground. This emperor who was in charge of the stars and was always calm,

At this moment, his robe was torn, his crown was crooked, and golden divine blood was hanging from the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he had experienced a brutal battle.

"Ziwei? How did you become like this?" Yang Jian stepped forward and supported him.

"Mist...it's mist!" Ziwei Xingjun's eyes were bloodshot and his voice was trembling.

"The fog has fully invaded! The North Gate... The North Gate has been lost! The Giant Spirit God has fallen to cover our retreat!"

boom--!

The fog invades! The gods fall!

These words, like a heavy hammer, hit Yang Jian and Nezha's hearts hard.

The expressions of the two men instantly changed from solemn to disbelief and horror.

Behind them, Lin Qiye and Wu Hen looked at each other and saw an unspeakable heaviness in each other's eyes.

coming.

It's finally here.

They had seen fragments of this day in countless incomplete ancient books.

They had simulated the tragedy of this moment in countless simulations.

The twilight of mythology, the turning point of history, the "survival day"... has arrived.

The weight of history that existed only in their imagination now weighed heavily on their hearts.

It was so heavy that they could hardly breathe.

At this moment, the gate of the Queen Mother of the West's palace behind him, which had been closed for a hundred years, creaked and slowly opened.

A figure walked out of the palace, she was wearing a simple and elegant palace dress.

Her appearance was exactly the same as the Queen Mother of the West in the Kunlun Mirror, but her aura was much weaker, and it was obvious that she was just a clone.

She didn't look at anyone, but just took a step forward, walking towards the Kunlun border where the wind and snow were howling, her figure resolute and lonely.

At the same time, in the Kunlun Mirror, the Queen Mother of the West, who was resting with her eyes closed,

The red lips parted slightly, and an ancient and obscure sword technique was recited in a low voice.

Om-! ! !

Under the Yaochi Lake, the billions of sleeping ancient swords seemed to have heard the king’s call and resonated instantly!

The frequency of the tremors suddenly increased by tens of millions of times. It was no longer a low hum, but turned into a roar that was thirsty for blood!

All sounds between heaven and earth disappeared at this moment.

Only the murderous sword intent that seemed to tear everything into pieces remained, covering the entire Kunlun!

Yang Jian and Nezha were so frightened by the sword intent that they retreated repeatedly. Ziwei Xingjun even collapsed to the ground with a pale face.

In this suffocating silence and murderous intent, Lin Qiye suddenly turned his head.

Looking at Wu Hen, who also had a tense expression, the corners of his mouth curled up in a crazy and passionate arc.

"Old Wu," his voice was not loud, but it was like a stone thrown into stagnant water.

"It seems our chance has come."