Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

As soon as Wu Hen finished speaking, Lin Qiye's gaze was fixed on the three figures that came flying in the air.

opportunity?

No, it's despair.

It was the prelude to the fall of a god, which he had witnessed with his own eyes but was powerless to prevent.

The wind and snow stagnated around them. The figure in the lead wore silver armor and a three-pointed sword, his third eye between his brows was tightly closed, and his expression was as cold as ice.

It was none other than the Holy Lord Erlang of Guankou, Yang Jian.

"Master Erlang." Lin Qiye took a step forward, his voice hoarse.

"Is this battle... necessary?"

His voice was not loud, but it made the air tremble.

Yang Jian stopped, his eyes were filled with emotion.

Finally, it fell on Lin Qiye, as if looking at an ignorant ant.

"It's my duty, so why bother going or not?" His voice was colder than the wind and snow.

"Vocation?"

Lin Qiye seemed to have heard some huge joke. He took a step forward and almost shouted,

"What a bullshit mission! This time, my soul will be annihilated and I'll be trapped in an endless cycle of reincarnation! Just like last time... exactly the same!"

"Last time?" Nezha behind Yang Jian frowned. He stepped on the Wind Fire Wheel, held the Fire Spear in his hand, and looked at this mortal curiously.

"How dare you!" Another general beside Yang Jian shouted sternly.

"How dare a mortal discuss the affairs of the gods?"

Yang Jian raised his hand and stopped the general.

He looked at the crazy Lin Qiye, and for the first time there was a ripple in his eyes, not surprise, but a kind of exhaustion that came from seeing through everything.

"You...saw it?"

These three words made Lin Qiye tremble all over.

Did he see it?

Of course he saw it!

He saw this invincible Lord more than once.

How he was swallowed by the mist, saw his three-pointed, double-edged sword break into pieces, and saw his proud body turn into ashes!

"I saw it!"

Lin Qiye's eyes were red, and the suppressed fear and powerlessness almost tore him apart.

"I saw you all rush in one by one, and then... you never came back! Beyond the border lies not glory, but a grave! The grave of all gods!"

"Qi Ye!" Wu Hen shouted in a low voice, trying to pull him back.

But Lin Qiye no longer cared.

He stared at Yang Jian intently, as if begging: "Don't go... Please, don't go."

"This is not your destiny at all, this is a trap!"

The air was deathly still.

The wind and snow seemed to have stopped.

The amusement on Nezha's face disappeared, and he stared at Lin Qiye, then at Yang Jian.

After a long time, Yang Jian slowly spoke, his voice filled with the vicissitudes and helplessness of eternity.

"Reincarnation is also fate."

He said this calmly, as if stating a fact that had nothing to do with him.

"Destiny?" Lin Qiye was stunned.

"We all know." Yang Jian looked past him and looked at the thick fog that seemed to be able to swallow the world.

"From the moment I set foot on this road, I knew the ending. However, there are some things that I know I can't do, but I still do them."

"Because behind them are billions of lives."

After saying this, he no longer looked at Lin Qiye, nor did he even stop.

"Let's go, Third Prince."

Before he finished speaking, he transformed into a silver stream of light that tore through the sky.

Without any hesitation or lingering feelings, he resolutely rushed into the endless gray fog!

The back figure was lonely and tragic, like an arrow shot towards fate, never to return.

"Yang Jian!" Lin Qiye roared and stretched out his hand, but he only grabbed a piece of cold air.

At this moment, a red shadow rushed past him.

It’s Nezha.

The wind-fire wheels under his feet made a sharp whistling sound, and when they flew past Lin Qiye and Wu Hen,

He didn't say a word, but just turned his head and looked at them deeply with his clear and firm eyes.

There was no fear or hesitation in those eyes, only the determination to move forward.

As if to say: I know, but I have to go.

The next second, the red shadow followed the silver light and disappeared into the fog!

The remaining generals sighed, clasped their fists towards Lin Qiye and Wu Hen from a distance, and turned into long rainbows, following them.

The three rays of divine light were like stones thrown into the Dead Sea, disappearing without a trace without even causing a ripple.

“No…no…” Lin Qiye’s knees softened and he almost fell to the ground.

Everything is the same as "last time".

He traveled through time and space, reversed cause and effect, but in the end, he could only watch the tragedy repeat itself.

"This... is this true?" An Qingyu's trembling voice came from behind.

It was not until this moment that he, Baili Pangpang and others came back to their senses from the surreal scene.

immortal?

Was that really a god just now?

Flying in the sky and turning into a stream of light?

This is not a movie special effect, nor is it an illusion!

That cold murderous intent, that resolute back, that earth-shattering aura, are all so real!

"That fog...it, it's coming!" Cao Yuan pointed to the distance, his face pale.

Everyone was horrified to find that after the three gods rushed in,

The still gray mist was like an enraged beast.

It began to surge and press towards them at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The apocalyptic scene made everyone's hair stand on end, and a chill rushed from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

"It's over..." Baili Pangpang sat down on the snow and muttered to himself.

Wu Hen ignored the panic behind him. He supported the staggering Lin Qiye, but his eyes were also cast towards the source of the fog.

His expression was more solemn than anyone else's.

"Nanaye, something's wrong."

He said in a deep voice, "Too fast. 'Last time,' the fog wasn't advancing this fast."

Lin Qiye suddenly raised his head, his pupils shrinking.

Yeah, something's wrong!

Everything seemed like a script, but the details were horribly off.

At this moment, a wild laugh that seemed to come from ancient times penetrated the wind and snow and shook the sky!

"Hahahahaha! Well done! Well done! You, with this thick fog, think you can block my way?"

The voice was filled with fearless arrogance and fighting spirit, as if nothing in the world could make him bow his head!

Everyone, including Wu Hen and Lin Qiye, looked up suddenly following the sound.

I could only see the distant horizon, where the swirling gray fog met the white snow.

A ray of golden light, with an unmatched domineering attitude, stepped on the clouds, tore through the wind and snow, and rushed towards this place!

It was a figure, a figure holding a long stick, wearing golden armor, and a phoenix-wing purple-gold crown on his head... a figure!

"Fuck." Wu Hen looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar golden figure, his Adam's apple rolling, and he only uttered one word.

Lin Qiye's pupils shrank to the extreme in an instant.

His breathing stopped, and his heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand.

It's him?

How could it be him?!

He shouldn't be here! He should be on another battlefield!

Lin Qiye stared intently at the golden figure that was getting closer and closer.

And the stick on his shoulder that stirred up the wind and clouds, a name so ridiculous that it made him feel cold all over, came to his mind.

is it him?

Is it really... him?