Slaying God: The Agent of the Ancestral Witch, Starting with the Nine-Turn Mysterious Art

boom!

As a terrifying pressure rose into the sky, Shen Qingzhu's aura began to gradually rise!

Sea Realm, Wuliang, Klein...

The blood-red cross was madly absorbing Shen Qingzhu's blood, and behind him, a pair of devil wings slowly spread out!

Shen Qingzhu's eyes were filled with the flames of revenge, and his whole body was burning with black hellfire, like a demon crawling out of hell!

Swish!

The demon wings behind Shen Qingzhu waved gently, and the whole person floated in the air, looking down at the whispers from above.

Yi Yu stood on the rooftop with a confused look on his face.

Is this the legendary one thought turns one into a devil?

Shen Qingzhu stretched out his hand to recall the straight knife, grasped the hilt and raised it high above his head, shaking off the terrifying demonic power!

"I judge you in the name of the devil, you babbling, it's time to go to hell!"

The mumbling man was numb. He had only heard of angel judgment in his life, and this was the first time he encountered a demon that was playing judgment.

Don’t think that just because you have a pair of wings spread out behind you, you can really become an angel!

The unbelieving muttering blasted a brilliant and psychedelic nightmare energy towards Shen Qingzhu in the air.

boom!

Shen Qingzhu pressed down the straight knife in his hand hard, and a devil sword with black wings slowly spreading out on the hilt fell from the sky, burning with hellfire!

Yiyu's attack was instantly shattered by the huge demon sword. The panicked Yiyu quickly used Mengqi to hide himself from reality in the dream.

puff!

The devil's sword fell, the dream was shattered, and the seriously injured Yayu was forced to show up, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Shen Qingzhu said coldly, "The Sword of Judgment, no matter where you hide, you cannot escape its judgment. Whisper, your death is approaching."

Lying on the ground, Yayu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said viciously, "How can a demonic monster like you dare to initiate a judgment?!"

The demon wings behind Shen Qingzhu fluttered gently, suspending him in mid-air. He looked down at the whispering man and said calmly:

"Fallen angels are still angels. It makes sense for me to borrow their power to activate the Sword of Judgment, right?"

"Reasonable, you second uncle!"

The mumbling directly broke my defenses and I started swearing.

Shen Qingzhu raised his hand, and the demonic power transformed into the Sword of Judgment, gathering again from above Yiyu's head.

The whispering scared him to death, but no matter where he hid, the black sword of judgment was always hanging above his head, following him like a shadow.

"Goodbye, Whisper."

Shen Qingzhu's eyes flashed, and he grasped the straight knife in his hands with both hands and pressed it down hard. The sword of judgment hanging high above Yiyu's head was like a divine punishment, directly beheading Yiyu, destroying both his soul and body!

Bang!

A purple iris brooch fell to the ground and was picked up by the ninth seat nearby.

The light on the Purple Kite brooch dimmed instantly, and she whispered, truly dead...

The ninth seat looked at Shen Qingzhu in the air and said with a smile: "Good boy, I was right about you. If it weren't for you, I would have been in trouble this time."

puff!

The devil's wings disappeared, and Shen Qingzhu spat out a mouthful of blood and fell from the air.

The ninth seat quickly stepped forward and caught it steadily, then checked on Shen Qingzhu's condition.

The Ninth Master, who had used his mental power to check Shen Qingzhu's physical condition, frowned. His vitality was rapidly draining away...

……

Satanic Hell.

The endless hellfire formed pieces of surging black and red magma, emitting a hot and violent breath.

Inside a temple made of obsidian, there are nine black thrones of various shapes.

There are three black thrones in the center of the temple, on the left and right sides.

There was no one on the three black thrones in the center, only the first two thrones on the left and right sides had people sitting on them.

Sitting on the first black throne on the left is a beautiful and intellectual woman wearing a black windbreaker and gold-rimmed glasses. Her emerald green eyes are like gems, as if they can see through people's hearts.

Below her was a person wearing a black suit. He was half unreal and half real, looking very distorted, as if he was constantly losing the picture signal.

On the first black throne on the right, sat a rebellious boy with fiery red hair, who looked unruly, crossed his legs and looked carefree.

On the second black throne on the right, sits a girl in a black gauze dress, looking noble and elegant, like a princess.

A sweet and pure-looking girl in a white dress slowly floated in. Her eyes were as tender as water, as charming as a dream lover.

The girl's skirt is like swirling clouds, and her whole temperament is dreamy.

The dreamy girl slowly floated into the hall, her voice soft and sweet.

"Everyone, my agent...is dead."

The dreamy girl slowly stretched out her hand, and a purple iris brooch slowly dissipated like a stream of colorful light...

The rebellious boy crossed his legs and looked at the dreamy girl with contempt.

"Tsk, it's just an agent. If he dies, he dies. We can just find another one. We can't find a three-legged frog, but we have plenty of two-legged agents."

The dreamy girl said seriously, "He died under the sword of judgment."

"what?!"

At this moment, everyone could no longer sit still and looked at the dreamy girl in the hall, their eyes filled with shock.

The dreamy girl waved her hand lightly, outlining a dream in the center of the hall. In the dream, it was the scene that Yi Yu saw before his death.

Shen Qingzhu's rebellious face was frozen in the picture.

The woman in the windbreaker adjusted her glasses and looked at Shen Qingzhu with narrowed eyes.

"It is the demonic power generated by sacrificing lives on the Bloody Cross of Sasmu."

The man in the suit distorted the image and said, "He can actually mobilize the Fallen Angel's Sword of Judgment by sacrificing himself with a low-level artifact. Who is this kid?"

The rebellious boy looked at Shen Qingzhu's unruly face in the picture and said with disgust: "What a fucking arrogant guy! What I hate most is people who like to show off. No matter who he is, I'm going to kill him!"

After saying that, the rebellious boy was about to stand up, but was stopped by the noble princess in a black gauze dress beside him.

"Daxia is not a place you can easily set foot in. Ben Hong was killed, and Sasim's whereabouts are unknown. Are you going to rush over to die as well?"

The rebellious boy sat back down with an unhappy look on his face, cursing, "Didn't they say Daxia has no gods? Why do we all die here? Is this place unlucky for us Fallen Angels?"

The dreamy girl said calmly, "Not only us, but the Egyptian god of the underworld, Osiris, appeared in Daxia and tried to seize the last fragment of the underworld, Fengdu, but was killed by the law of reincarnation."

"I understand. The gods of Daxia have long since woken up. They just want to use the large population as bait so that we will rush to build a human circle and lure us in to be killed!"

The rebellious boy slapped his thigh, looking as if he had suddenly realized something.

"After the fall of the Kingdom of Heaven, the Great Summer Court became the most powerful kingdom of God. If they want to kill us, would they go to so much trouble?" the twisted man said coldly.

The intellectual beauty's eyes shone with a mysterious light, and she asked with a smile:

"That master restored the source of Hell for us, allowing us to be resurrected. Do you think... the Great Summer Court is also repairing their source?"