Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The wind and snow suddenly became violent, as if they were going to swallow up all the sounds between heaven and earth, but there was a sound that was more shrill and harsh than the wind and snow.

That was the sound of bones and flesh being pierced and crushed by the spear again and again.

The king's face and eyes were red, and he looked like a madman.

The spear in his hand was no longer a divine weapon, but just a piece of ordinary iron, but at this moment it became the most terrifying torture instrument in the world.

He didn't care whether the rotten flesh in front of him, called Isis, still had life.

He just mechanically and madly stabbed, pulled out, and stabbed again.

"For you... for you bastard!" he roared, his voice hoarse as a broken bellows.

"Those two kids... they burned the entire godhead! They burned it all!"

Every roar was followed by a more brutal piercing blow.

Hot tears mixed with cold snowflakes crisscrossed his wrinkled face.

He was not killing an enemy, he was venting and punishing his own incompetence and slowness.

He should have thought of it earlier, should have taken action regardless of the consequences.

But he hesitated, he worried, he watched like a coward,

Until Lin Qiye and Wu Hen created this opportunity for him in the most tragic way.

"puff--"

Another shot nailed Isis's head directly to the frozen ground, and the muddy body finally became completely motionless.

The spear in Wang Mian's hand fell to the ground with a clang.

He could no longer hold on, his knees gave way, and he fell heavily to his knees in a pool of blood and snow.

The old body trembles like the last dead leaf in the cold wind.

The sobs that had been suppressed for so long finally turned into painful howls. The regret was more biting than the Siberian cold, cutting into his heart bit by bit.

"This old man... I'm sorry..."

Just as Wang Mian was plunged into grief, the atmosphere on the other side of the battlefield was also extremely solemn.

Zuo Qing and Lu Wuwei, one on the left and one on the right, confronted the Wind God Xiu, who was bound by countless rune chains.

The wind and snow formed an invisible wall between them, but it could not stop the murderous intent that was about to overflow.

"Something's wrong." Zuo Qing frowned and said in a deep voice,

"The old thing's power is weakening, but it's not our fault."

Lu Wuwei glanced around vigilantly and snorted coldly: "It's not just him."

"Didn't you feel it? There was a force just now...very subtle."

"But he's definitely powerful, and he interfered in the battle between us and Isis. He's neither one of us nor one of theirs."

These words made Zuo Qing's heart tremble.

Of course he felt it. When Lin Qiye and Wu Hen burst out with that devastating power,

There seemed to be a more bizarre undercurrent flashing by, like a hyena hiding in the dark and taking advantage.

"Look over there!" Lu Wuwei suddenly shouted, pointing to the distant sky.

Zuo Qing turned his head suddenly, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Under the sky, the giant shadow of the Black King, standing tall and upright, was struggling frantically, and every twist made the earth wail.

The countless chains of order that were originally wrapped around him,

At this moment, most of them have been broken, with only the last three still struggling to support themselves, groaning under the heavy burden!

"Fuck! The seal is about to be broken!" Zuo Qing couldn't help but curse.

The sense of crisis was like a cold tide, instantly drowning their hearts.

At this moment, a bright red light tore through the dark snow curtain above the sky!

"Hey! Stop being so arrogant, you bastards!"

A clear roar resounded through the sky, and a young god with wind-fire wheels under his feet and a flaming spear in his hand descended from the sky.

Behind him are densely packed heavenly soldiers and generals with dazzling divine light!

The young god pointed his spear, and boundless red lotus fire instantly fell from the sky.

It turned into a sea of ​​fire, directly blocking all possible escape routes for the eight souls.

"Nezha the Third Prince?" Someone among the Eight Spirits exclaimed, his tone full of disbelief.

Before they could react, an even colder and more majestic voice came.

"No need to talk nonsense."

The figure of Queen Mother of the West appeared beside Nezha, her phoenix eyes were filled with evil,

He coldly scanned the enemies present, and finally fixed his gaze on the Black King who was about to escape from the trap in the distance.

"Don't leave any one alive. Kill them all."

The moment she finished speaking, her entire body transformed into a stream of light and she rushed towards the out-of-control Black King without hesitation!

The gods followed closely behind, their divine power was like a prison, and their divine light was like a tide!

Just when everyone's attention was drawn to the sudden reinforcements and the Black King who was about to break the seal,

The last chain of order wrapped around the giant figure let out an extremely shrill whine amid the deafening roar.

Click...

The crisp cracking sound seemed to ring the death knell of the end of the world.

However, on this chaotic battlefield where gods descended, giant beasts roared, and old men cried,

No one noticed that where Isis was crucified,

The two figures who should have fallen to the ground exhausted and their divine fires burned out had disappeared without a trace at some point, as if they had never existed.