Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The night was as dark as ink, and the cold wind blew up the broken snow, mercilessly blowing across Lin Qiye's broken body.

He lay quietly in the cold snow, his left shoulder empty, the wound on his broken arm horrific, the blood already coagulated.

Is he dead?

No, his eyes were still open, and there was no despair of dying in those dark pupils.

Instead, it reflected a touch of cold moonlight, as calm as a poisoned blade.

"【Eternal Secret Garden】..." Lin Qiye's lips opened and closed silently, as if chanting an ancient spell.

The next moment, the ground beneath him began to emit a faint green light.

The dead weeds seemed to be injected with life, revitalizing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then withered and turned into ashes in an instant.

The vitality of this area was being madly devoured by an invisible force, and then poured into Lin Qiye's body like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

At his broken arm, flesh and blood began to wriggle, intertwine, and grow.

The bones are white and the meridians are spreading. New muscle fibers quickly cover them, and finally the skin.

In just a few breaths, an intact arm grew back, as if it had never been broken.

He slowly stood up and moved his newly born left hand.

There was no trace of relief in his eyes for surviving the disaster, only a determination to go there despite knowing there was a tiger lurking in the mountain.

The price he paid was the vitality of this land for the next hundred years and his already dwindling vitality.

But it's all worth it for the next plan.

"Mortal! You are not dead yet!" Isis' voice was filled with unbelievable rage.

As a god, she was forced to such a point by a tiny mortal. This was simply a great shame and humiliation.

The anger of having her dignity trampled upon burned in her chest, distorting her beautiful face.

"What? Surprised?"

Lin Qiye stood up, patted the snow off his body, and a rogue smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You old woman, your methods only extend to this extent. You're still a little immature if you want to kill your grandfather."

"Looking for death!" Isis went completely berserk.

She didn't want to waste any more time talking to this ant. She wanted to crush him and tear him into pieces!

The ground shook violently, and countless thick vines broke out of the ground.

Like bloodthirsty pythons, they shot towards Lin Qiye from all directions with shrieking sounds that tore through the air.

Lin Qiye stood there, motionless, as if he was frightened silly.

"Pfft!" "Pfft!"

Dozens of vines instantly penetrated his limbs and torso.

He was nailed in mid-air, blood dripping along the veins of the vines, forming strange red flowers on the snow.

"Hahaha! Foolish mortal! You think you can..."

Isis laughed wildly, but her laughter stopped abruptly when she saw the expression on Lin Qiye's face.

He didn't scream, didn't struggle, and didn't even show a trace of pain.

On the contrary, the corners of his mouth widened, and there was a hint of mockery in his smile.

A trace of pity, and a sense of satisfaction at having succeeded.

"Finally... I caught you." Lin Qiye's voice was not loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, hitting Isis's heart hard.

A strong sense of foreboding instantly enveloped her, making the blood in her body seem to freeze.

"Oh no!" Isis exclaimed and subconsciously wanted to retract the vines.

But, it's too late.

"In my name, summon the Blade of God!" Lin Qiye growled, his eyes blazing with an unprecedented light.

"Tian Cong Yun Sword!"

A golden light tore through the night sky and appeared out of thin air in front of Lin Qiye who was imprisoned by vines.

It was an ancient long sword that exuded supreme majesty. Divine power flowed on the sword body, as if it could even cut through space.

"No!" Isis screamed in horror.

She recognized the sword; it was the mythical God-killing Blade! How could he possess such a thing?!

Before she could figure it out, Lin Qiye used up his last bit of strength and roared, "Kill!"

The sword of Ama-no-Kushu turned into a stream of light, ignoring the distance in space.

He instantly appeared in front of Isis and struck her heart fiercely!

"puff--!"

A golden light flashed, and a cloud of blood mist exploded from Isis's chest.

She lowered her head in disbelief, looking at the half of her divine heart that had been chopped off.

The severe pain swept through every inch of her nerves like a tide.

“Ahhhhhh——!” The shrill screams resounded through the sky.

Lin Qiye, who was nailed in mid-air, was nearly collapsed by the severe pain.

But he was laughing wildly, laughing unrestrainedly, almost crazy.

"Hahahahahahaha! God? That's it?!"

He used himself as bait, his mortal resolve, betting on this very moment! And he won!

At the same time, on another battlefield covered by wind and snow.

Baili Pangpang sat on the ground, panting heavily. In front of him,

The once invincible Wind God Xiu has been completely sealed by a huge golden magic circle and cannot move.

"Done, time to call it a day." Baili Pangpang wiped the sweat from his forehead, took out a chicken leg from his pocket, and took a big bite.

He was chewing a chicken leg when he suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Lin Qiye.

There was a solemnity on his chubby face that was inconsistent with his body shape.

"Finally... it's here?" He whispered to himself, his eyes deep, as if penetrating the endless wind and snow.

After saying that, he stood up, threw away the chicken bones he had gnawed on, and his figure quietly blended into the wind and snow and disappeared.

The entire battlefield was left with only a silent golden magic circle and the dead silence before the storm.

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to grind you into dust!"

Isis dragged his seriously injured body, his eyes red as blood.

The dignity of a god and the humiliation of being severely injured made her completely lose her mind.

Her only thought now was to kill the mortal who had brought shame upon her.

She roared, and used all her remaining strength to push the few remaining vines out like arrows.

It tore through the wind and snow, aiming straight at the throat of Lin Qiye, who had already fallen to the ground exhausted.

The murderous intent is boiling!

Lin Qiye lay in the snow, not even having the strength to move a finger.

He looked at the rapidly approaching death vines, there was no fear in his eyes, only calmness.

He has done everything he can, and the rest is up to God.

However, just when the sharp vine was less than an inch away from his throat, everything came to a halt.

Not slowing down, but completely still.

The flying snowflakes froze in the air, and the whistling cold wind turned into a silent picture scroll.

Even the ferocious and crazy expression on Isis's face seemed frozen in time.

The whole world fell into an eerie silence.

A figure walked slowly towards them, stepping on the frozen snow.

He was an old man wearing a gray cloak, his body hunched over, as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind.

He walked very slowly, each step falling in the silent world, but it seemed as if he was stepping on the pulse of time.

He walked in front of Lin Qiye and took a look at the vines that were suspended in the air.

He slowly raised his hand, holding a knife whose scabbard looked worn out.

He did not draw his sword, but simply swung it casually in front of him with the scabbard still attached.

There were no earth-shaking sounds, no gorgeous and dazzling light effects.

A simple and unpretentious knife light flashed by.

The next moment, time resumed its flow.

Those deadly vines, along with their master Isis,

All of them turned into dust in an instant, and were blown away by the cold wind that was flowing again.

It completely dissipated between heaven and earth, as if it had never existed.

With one strike, the god fell.

Lin Qiye's pupils trembled violently.

He was not shocked by the old man's strength, but he saw it clearly.

At the moment when the knife light fell, an ancient and familiar pattern was engraved on the end of the handle of the old man's worn-out scabbard.

That pattern is exactly the same as the pattern on the nine national guardian monuments in front of the Great Xia Kingdom!

In the wind and snow, the old man slowly turned around, and his turbid eyes fell on Lin Qiye, as if he was examining an object.

And on the top of the city ruins in the distance, a black shadow that almost blended into the night took in all of this.

When he saw the gray-robed old man slash the god with one sword,

Even through the strange white mask, one could feel his sudden change in breathing.

The shadow stayed there for a moment, seemingly digesting this astonishing information.

Then his figure flashed and disappeared into the darkness like a ghost, leaving behind only silence covered by the wind and snow.