Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

In the center of the whirlpool of wind and snow, a figure was rushing forward with the posture of tearing through space.

The snow beneath his feet was not trodden with footprints,

Instead, he was burned by an invisible high temperature, leaving a charred mark and his figure was stretched into a blurry afterimage.

It was Baili Pangpang.

At this moment, his face, which usually wore a simple or obscene smile, was replaced by an unprecedented solemnity and anxiety.

His eyes were fixed on the three majestic figures of gods standing in the distant sky,

The divine power was like a prison, pressing down on the entire Siberian ice field and making it wail.

Anubis's scales of death judge all living beings, and Horus's royal eye sees through all illusions.

And the sun god Ra, who sits in the center, turns light and heat into the most deadly weapons just by his existence.

That's too late.

This thought was like a cold steel needle, piercing Baili Pangpang's heart.

He could see clearly that whether it was Jia Lan or An Qingyu,

Or perhaps all the powerful humans on the battlefield were like candles in the wind, ready to go out at any time in front of those three genuine gods.

Their resistance was heroic and tragic, but it only delayed the arrival of the final judgment.

No one can stop them. Unless... a miracle happens.

There was a mixture of madness and determination in Baili Pangpang's eyes.

He knew that today, he might become the only miracle, a miracle that would be achieved with his life.

"Puff!" He suddenly expelled a mouthful of foul air, which condensed into ice crystals in the freezing air.

His running figure did not stop at all, but his left hand turned into a phantom.

With a mysterious and resolute rhythm, he slapped his crown hard.

"Snap!" The second palm followed, with even greater force.

The network of meridians in his body groaned under the heavy burden, as if countless thin threads were about to be broken.

The energy of reincarnation was forcibly compressed and purified, and a terrifying power far beyond his own realm was awakening savagely.

"Pa!" The third palm strike came down without hesitation!

When this palm fell, Baili Pangpang's body seemed to be struck by an invisible thunder.

He suddenly arched his body and spurted out a stream of blood from his mouth. The blood was evaporated into a cloud of blood mist in the air by the extreme power.

His bones were crackling, and under his skin,

The golden energy of reincarnation was like out-of-control magma, flowing wildly and burning his body from the inside.

The intense pain almost made him lose consciousness, but he bit the tip of his tongue tightly, using the severe pain to maintain the last bit of clarity.

The peak of the "Klein" realm!

Using a secret method of self-mutilation, he forcibly detonated the potential within his body, pushing his cultivation to a level that did not belong to him.

The torrent of power filled every part of my body, bringing an unprecedented sense of strength.

But what followed was weakness caused by the mad overdraft of vitality.

His face turned from red to white, and finally turned into a bloodless pale.

His body was shaking violently and uncontrollably, and every step he took felt like he was wrestling with death.

But his footsteps still did not stop.

His running speed increased again, and he almost turned into a stream of light.

However, his gaze penetrated the wind and snow as he looked at the three gods from afar, and the solemnity in his heart increased rather than diminished.

Not enough, still not enough!

Even at the peak of the "Klein" realm, facing the three gods, it is still a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

All he did was just to earn himself the qualification to use his final trump card.

A tragic smile appeared on the face that was twisted by pain.

He flipped his right hand, and the standard straight knife that had been with him for many years appeared in his hand.

Without the slightest hesitation, under the inertia of his body rushing forward, he gripped the knife with his backhand and thrust the icy blade fiercely into his lower abdomen!

"Pfft-"

The sound of the sharp blade entering the flesh can be clearly heard.

Blood instantly soaked his clothes, flowed down the blade, and dripped onto the snow, blooming into dazzling red plum blossoms.

The severe pain came like a tide, almost completely drowning his will.

His body staggered and he almost fell to the ground, his vision began to blur.

But at the moment when he was about to faint, his right hand, which had pierced his abdomen, felt a cold and hard object in the flesh and blood.

The moment his fingertips touched the object, a vast, ancient breath, as if originating from the beginning of heaven and earth, flowed into his arm.

This breath instantly cleared the drowsiness in his mind. Although the severe pain persisted, his eyes suddenly became clearer than ever before.

He seemed to have touched a destiny that spanned eternity through this object.

"...Found it." Baili Pangpang murmured in a low voice, and used all his strength to pull out the blood-stained right hand from his abdomen.

In the palm of his hand, there lay a jade ruyi that was warm and flowing with chaotic colors.

This jade ruyi seemed to be branded with the traces of the beginning of the universe, and it was the final trump card that Yuanshi Tianzun solemnly sealed in his body.

He held a knife in his left hand and a jade ruyi in his right hand. Blood was gushing out of the wound on his abdomen, but his steps strangely stopped at this moment.

He stood in the vast snow and wind, like a blood-soaked statue.

He slowly closed his eyes and began to recite an obscure and ancient Taoist scripture.

That was not a sound, but a resonance that came from the soul. Every syllable seemed to echo with the great way of heaven and earth.

hum-

The jade ruyi in his hand made its first soft sound, and a circle of soft white light spread out from him.

The wind and snow stopped in this halo, and time seemed to be paused.

Immediately afterwards, the white light became brighter and stronger, and finally turned into a beam of light that penetrated the sky and the earth, completely engulfing Baili Pangpang's figure.

Within the beam of light, his figure was undergoing amazing changes.

The originally slightly bloated body was stretched and reshaped in the white light, becoming upright and well-proportioned.

The short hair grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, falling to the shoulders, moving automatically without wind.

The pain and anxiety on his face faded away.

Instead, there was a kind of detached indifference and majesty. When his eyes opened and closed, it seemed as if the sun, moon and stars were born and died in them.

He is no longer the smiling and cheerful Baili Pangpang.

Rather, he is a banished immortal from a myth, ethereal and illusory, yet so real that it makes one's heart flutter.

The pure white beam of light slowly dissipated, and he stood still.

A dress stained with blood fluttered in the wind, and the new long hair danced with the wind and snow.

He lowered his head to glance at the jade ruyi in his palm, which was shining and restrained.

He looked up at the battlefield in the distance and whispered in an ancient and vicissitudes of life tone that did not belong to him.

"Only half an incense stick..."

Before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared into the wind and snow without leaving a trace, as if he had never appeared.

Only at the original place, a circle of mysterious Taoist halo lingered for a long time.

Like ripples on the water, it spreads silently and reaches every corner of the world.

This ripple passed through the frozen battlefield and the silent mountains.

Crossing the vast ocean, in a way that transcends the laws of time and space, we touched upon some ancient contracts that had long been forgotten by the world.

In a corner of the world, in the deepest part of a library covered by the dust of history,

An ancient book that no one cared about turned to the last blank page without any wind.

A vague name quietly emerged and then quickly disappeared.

And in another completely different space and time, a will bound by layers of chains,

As if feeling this familiar wave, the eyes that had been closed for thousands of years trembled slightly.

The chessboard was forcibly injected with new variables by a force from the outside world.