Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

On the snowy plain, the deathly silence was broken by the crisp sound of bones breaking.

Half of Lin Qiye's body was stuck in the snow, and the bright red blood dyed the surrounding white into a strange scene.

His consciousness was like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment, but the hand holding the sword,

But he gripped the hilt tightly like an iron clamp, and his finger bones turned pale from the excessive force.

A faint warm breath was emanating from the goddess of life Isis not far away, silently soaking into his broken body.

The flesh and blood that was on the verge of collapse was actually squirming and regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye under the nourishment of this divine power.

The bones were rubbing against each other and the nerves were reorganizing. It was a torture more painful than death.

Lin Qiye's body was shaking violently, not because of the cold, but because of the pain that tore his soul apart.

He gritted his teeth and let out a beast-like growl from his throat, but the glimmer in his eyes was as stubborn as an unbreakable star.

Fengshenxiu

"God, is this all your generosity?"

An indifferent voice, as if coming from the sky above, rang clearly in everyone's ears.

Fengshen Xiu paused for a moment and suddenly looked up.

I saw a figure in white clothes, who had been standing on the snow at some point. The snow was smooth three feet under his feet, without a trace of anything.

"Who are you?" Feng Shenxiu's voice was filled with a hint of caution.

The visitor did not answer, but just glanced at the palm that was slapping towards Lin Qiye.

"dirty."

As soon as a word was spoken, a wisp of golden flame appeared out of thin air on Feng Shen Xiu's wrist, burning silently.

"what!"

Fengshen Xiu let out a scream of shock and anger. The golden flame seemed weak.

However, he ignored his divine shield and burned his palm to ashes.

He decisively cut off his wrist to stop the spread of the flames.

The broken wrist was charred black, and divine blood was dripping, but it couldn't even melt the snow.

The sudden change stunned all the gods present.

Just one word and one fire destroyed the hand of a main god?

Baili Pangpang brushed off the non-existent dust on his body, looking calm and composed.

A harmless smile hung on that fat face: "Sorry to interrupt your fun."

The murderous intent in the eyes of the sky goddess Nut surged: "Who the hell are you? How dare you interfere in the affairs of the gods!"

"Me?" Baili Pangpang thought for a moment, "A Taoist priest passing by."

"Looking for death!" Nut and the wind god Xiu with a broken wrist looked at each other and reached a consensus in an instant.

Two torrents of divine power, one on the left and one on the right, like two roaring dragons, tore through the air and slammed towards Baili Pangpang.

They would use their most absolute strength to crush this ignorant intruder into powder.

Facing this devastating attack, Baili Pangpang simply stretched out two fingers and lightly drew them in front of his body.

"The universe is reversed."

His voice was still flat, as if he was just talking about a trivial matter.

The next moment, something strange happened.

The two violent torrents of divine power, along with the figures of the wind gods Xiu and Nut,

At the moment when it was about to touch Baili Pangpang, the surrounding space twisted like water waves.

Then, they disappeared out of thin air.

In the distance, on the battlefield where the earth god Geb was, two earth-shaking divine powers suddenly erupted.

The figures of Wind God Xiu and Nut appeared in the air in a panic, their faces full of horror and disbelief.

"Law of space? No, this is... space displacement!" Fengshen Xiu shouted in surprise.

They were forcibly transferred!

This fat man could actually accurately transport the two main gods from one battlefield to another in a single thought!

What's even more terrifying is that they found themselves out of the control of the black divine monument!

Baili Pangpang didn't even look at them again, as if he was just throwing away two pieces of trash.

He turned his head and looked at the black monument that exuded an ominous aura, and the goddess of life Isis, the only one standing in front of the monument.

Isis remained calm throughout. She did not participate in the siege, but just watched it all quietly.

The appearance of Baili Pangpang is indeed a variable, but her only target is the divine monument.

She took a step forward, ignoring Baili Pangpang's presence, and walked straight towards the sacred monument.

One step, two steps.

Just as she was about to approach the sacred monument, a staggering figure blocked her way.

It’s Lin Qiye.

He was covered in blood, and half of his body was pink tender flesh that had just regenerated, looking extremely hideous.

He leaned on his sword and used all his strength to barely stand firm, his body swaying like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind.

Isis stopped and for the first time, there was a slight fluctuation in her indifferent golden eyes.

She could feel that the life fire of this mortal had become extremely weak, and was only being held on by a will.

"Get out of the way." Her voice was emotionless.

Lin Qiye raised his head and grinned, revealing a smile stained with blood.

He spoke in a voice so hoarse that it was almost inaudible, enunciating each word:

"If you want to touch it, kill me first."

The sound was very low, but it was like a thunder, exploding in the silent snowfield.

Isis's eyes narrowed slightly.

She had witnessed the life and death of countless creatures and judged the souls of countless mortals, but she had never seen such a stubborn will.

That was a kind of determination...that even gods couldn't easily shake.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

The invisible murderous intent and the unyielding belief collided fiercely between the two.

Lin Qiye slowly raised his incomplete right hand, the tip of the sword trembling as it pointed directly at the center of the eyebrows of the Goddess of Life.

"I said...kill...me first!"

With every word he uttered, the blood in his body seemed to be burning.

An inexplicable throbbing came from the depths of the soul.

That is the heroism of the god of poetry, Bragi, and the tenacity of the goddess of youth, Eden.

The two dormant soul fragments produced an unprecedented resonance at this moment.

An unfamiliar power was quietly awakening within his broken body.

Isis keenly noticed this unusual movement, and a hint of genuine surprise flashed in his golden eyes.

At the same time, in the deepest part of the unknown black monument,

In that eternal darkness, a wisp of consciousness so ancient that it seemed to have spanned eternity slowly fluctuated.