Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Before he finished speaking, a huge force suddenly grabbed Lin Qiye's arm.

"Don't run, follow him!" Wu Hen's voice was very low, but his eyes were fixed on the golden light that shot up into the sky.

Lin Qiye was stunned: "Are you crazy? Why don't you run away now?"

"Running away means death!" Wu Hen said decisively.

"This situation is beyond everyone's control. He, the Fighting Buddha, is the only variable! Follow closely!"

Without time to think, Lin Qiye gritted his teeth, rode his somersault cloud into the sky, and followed closely behind the golden light.

The golden light was so fast that it seemed to tear apart space.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen were riding on the clouds, and they felt that the scenery around them had turned into flowing light.

However, what really frightened them was the figure in front of them.

The Fighting Buddha wears a cassock, holds a golden cudgel in his hand, and has a solemn appearance.

But when Wu Hen's spiritual sense swept over, he got goosebumps all over his body.

There is no evil spirit.

There is not a trace of evil spirit.

The monstrous evil spirit that once turned the three realms upside down and even made the Heavenly Court tremble has now disappeared without a trace.

Instead, there was a pure and awe-inspiring Buddha light, like a real ancient Buddha, without any sadness or joy.

"Is his illness...healed?" Lin Qiye couldn't help but send a message, his voice full of confusion.

Wu Hen did not answer, his expression was more solemn than ever.

alright?

No, that doesn't feel right.

That's not recovery, it's more like... an extreme suppression.

It was as if beneath the golden body of the Buddha, there was locked a beast that was more terrifying than ever before.

At this moment, the golden light in front stopped without warning.

Fighting Buddha slowly turned around, his golden eyes without a trace of emotion, just looking at them calmly.

"Who are you?" His voice was loud and indifferent, without a trace of worldly air. "Why are you following me?"

Lin Qiye felt a chill running from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, and his heart skipped a beat.

It was discovered!

In front of this true Buddha, any lie seems pale and powerless.

However, Wu Hen took a step forward, bowed, and saluted with an attitude neither humble nor arrogant.

"Junior Wu Hen, I have met the Fighting Buddha." He said in a steady voice.

"We two are disciples of Bodhi Patriarch from the Three Stars Cave on the Slanting Moon in Fangcun Mountain."

"I just sensed the great sage Buddha's light shining upon me, and with a heart full of reverence, I have come to pay my respects to you. I have absolutely no other motive."

Bodhi Patriarch!

As soon as these four words came out, Lin Qiye almost fell off the cloud.

This guy is so bold!

Gambling with the monkey’s only weakness?

A slight, barely perceptible fluctuation seemed to flash across the calm eyes of the Fighting Buddha.

He murmured something in a low voice, as if he was repeating the name that had long disappeared in the long river of time.

"Bodhi..."

He looked at Wu Hen deeply, and his eyes seemed to be able to see through the ages and see through people's hearts.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

After a long while, Fighting Buddha finally spoke slowly: "That's all."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around, took a step forward, and his figure disappeared into the sky, as if he had never appeared.

It was not until the suffocating pressure completely disappeared that Lin Qiye took a deep breath, his whole body soaked in cold sweat.

"Oh my god... I'm so scared! You're so bold!"

Wu Hen's back was already soaked, but he just wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes filled with relief at surviving the disaster and deeper doubts.

"The bet was right. He still misses his master after all." Wu Hen whispered.

“But…something’s wrong. It’s so wrong.”

"When he mentioned Patriarch Bodhi just now, his emotions were almost non-existent."

“This is not the Monkey King we know at all.”

“What is hidden behind this history?”

Before they could sort out their thoughts, a majestic and ethereal voice sounded directly in their minds.

"You two, come here."

It’s the Queen Mother of the West!

The next moment, the space changed, and the two of them instantly appeared above the Yaochi Lake, with the Queen Mother of the West standing in front of them.

Her face no longer had the grace it once had, leaving only a weariness that penetrated deep into her bones.

"Are you wondering why I want to recreate the world-destroying fog that happened a hundred years ago?" She went straight to the point.

Wu Hen nodded, his eyes sharp: "Junior is indeed confused."

The Queen Mother of the West raised her hand and pointed to the area on the top of Kunlun Mountain shrouded in a chaotic aura.

"Over there is the 'Kunlun Sword Ruins'. It is the sword that I, Kunlun Mountain, have devoted all my energy to forging to save the world."

"But it's not complete yet. It's missing one thing."

"what?"

"Sword Soul."

The voice of the Queen Mother of the West became ethereal.

"A true divine sword's spirit isn't forged from natural resources, but rather from emotion and soul."

"I want it to witness with its own eyes the most extreme death, the most tragic struggle, and the most unyielding will in this world!"

"Use the blood and tears of all the gods and Buddhas in the sky to forge an unprecedented sword spirit for it!"

The moment the words fell, all sounds between heaven and earth disappeared.

The wind stopped, the clouds became still, and even the roar of fighting in the distance seemed to be strangled by an invisible giant hand.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen felt a chill rising from the bottom of their hearts.

What a grand gesture!

Sacrificing a world-destroying catastrophe, just to forge the soul of a sword!

At this moment, the black fog in the distance rolled violently, and several golden lights rushed out from it in a mess and fell heavily to the ground.

They are several Golden Immortals!

Their bodies were covered in a dim golden glow, and their skin was covered with strange black lines that kept wriggling like living meridians.

"Hurry! The altar purifier!" someone shouted.

Zhu Bajie rushed forward in a flash, and the Buddha's light on the Nine-toothed Rake became brighter, and he slammed it hard on the body of a golden immortal, trying to purify the black fog.

However, the moment the Buddha's light touched the black lines, it was like a drop in the ocean, without any effect at all.

"It's useless..." One of the Golden Immortals, named Huanglong Zhenren, smiled bitterly and coughed up a mouthful of black blood.

"This fog... is different. The things in the fog... are evolving..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

"Roar--!!!"

A roar that did not belong to any known creature suddenly came from the deepest part of the black fog!

The voice was filled with violence, hunger and a new joy.

It was like a peerless ferocious creature that had just hatched from its shell, announcing its arrival to the whole world.

Everyone's face turned as pale as paper at this moment.

The Queen Mother of the West suddenly looked up, and for the first time, horror and disbelief appeared in her eyes.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen felt a chill running up their spines to the top of their heads, and the blood in their bodies was about to freeze.

A terrible thought exploded in Wu Hen's mind.

This is not the end, or even a repeat.

This fucking thing... is the real end of the world!

Faced with this unknown terror that can devour Golden Immortals, ignore Buddhist teachings, and is still evolving, who can stop it?

Who dares to stop it?