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

boom!

The sub-god fell heavily to the ground, dying, his entire chest collapsed and his flesh and blood were blurred.

A huge turquoise python's tail appeared at the door, shaking continuously.

At the entrance of the dungeon, the gigantic Earthly Serpent Jörmungandr was spitting out its cold scarlet tongue, its eyes fixed on the dungeon entrance.

Fluctuations of divine power at the level of a main god continuously emanated from Jörmungandr's body, and the terrifying aura frightened this group of lesser gods.

Seeing the tragic death of the sub-god, everyone stopped in their tracks and fell into complete silence.

"Let me see what's going on."

Xiangliu pushed the crowd aside and came to the dungeon door.

The moment the two sides' eyes met, it seemed as if they were connected by some kind of fate, as if there was a divine will in the dark.

"why you?!"

The moment Jörmungandr and Xiangliu looked at each other, they seemed to be electrocuted and questioned each other in unison.

This was the third time the two had met, but it was different from the previous times.

The two first met during the Cangnan God War.

Loki used the Netherworld Ghost Fire to condense into an incarnation of Jörmungandr, while Xiangliu, who was summoned by Gu Tianchen using the Dutian Summoning Technique, was still sealed in the Five Emperors Platform at that time. Both sides were in a state of low health.

The second time they met was on the Pamir Plateau. At that time, Gu Tianchen and Si Xiaonan joined forces to set up a plan, using a group of god agents to unlock the seal and release Xiangliu.

At that time, Jörmungandr's clone attached himself to Leng Xuan's body. He felt Xiangliu's breath and trembled with fear, but did not take any action.

This time, it was the third time they met, and also the first time their real bodies met.

Xiang Liu said excitedly: "Damn it, I ran so far, just got out of the orange and had only a few days of good life before I was locked up in the orange again, all because of you!"

"This time, I finally caught you, Jörmungandr!"

Jörmungandr looked at Xiangliu in confusion. It wasn't him who locked Xiangliu up, so why did this guy hate him so much?

Back in Cangnan, it was clearly him who pinned me to the ground and rubbed me madly with his nine heads. If there was any hatred, it should be me who hated you, right?

When old enemies meet, they are extremely jealous of each other, and Jörmungandr doesn't care about those trivial things.

"Xiangliu, don't think you defeated me in the battle of Cangnan. That was just a clone created by my father using the Netherworld Ghost Fire."

"Back in Kunlun Ruins, I was afraid of the Great Xia gods and didn't take action. But now you've come running into my territory and are causing trouble. This time, let's settle all our old and new grudges together!"

"If I don't let you die here today, I, Jörmungandr, won't have to stay in Northern Europe anymore!"

"Roar!!!"

Jörmungandr roared angrily and swung his huge python tail towards Xiangliu.

"Come on, the fight before wasn't enough for me. Let me see how much strength your true form can unleash on your Nordic territory!"

Xiangliu quickly stepped forward, stretched out his hands to hold onto Jörmungandr's thick python tail, and was knocked out by the terrifying force, plowing two miles on the hard underworld.

Xiangliu steadied himself, tightly grasped Jörmungandr's python tail, and sneered, "Haha, although it's much stronger than before, it's still not good enough."

"is it?"

Jörmungandr's eyes turned cold, and his thick python tail began to swing wildly, knocking Xiangliu, who was holding him tightly, to the left and right. The entire underworld was covered with huge deep pits.

Snapped!

Xiangliu was knocked unconscious and involuntarily let go of his hands.

Xiangliu, who was lost in the air, had not yet reacted when he was hit hard by Jörmungandr's giant tail. The whole person was like a cannonball, smashing the dungeon door, and smoke and dust rose up.

"You still want to beat me on my territory?" Jörmungandr said confidently.

"Cough cough cough..."

In the smoke and dust, Xiangliu's black clothes were smashed into tatters, and he was covered in dust and looked very embarrassed.

"Boy, a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake. I gave you two moves and you still went crazy. Today I will let you know how many heads your grandfather Xiang Liu has!"

boom!

The tattered black clothes on Xiangliu's body exploded directly, revealing his true form.

Black snake heads emerged from the ground, their black scales gleaming with a faint light. Nine mountain-like heads danced back and forth in the air, their gigantic bodies reaching a height of ten thousand feet!!!

The Midgard Serpent in Norse mythology, whose huge body is enough to surround the entire midgard, still looks a little dwarfed in front of the ten-thousand-foot-tall Nine-headed Xiangliu.

Nine heads stared at Jörmungandr. The terrifying aura from the ancient witch clan intimidated the famous Midgard giant snake with a strong sense of oppression.

Even when fighting at home, Jörmungandr was suppressed by the wild momentum of the Nine-Headed Willow.

"What's wrong, little earthworm? Are you scared of my huge body?" Xiangliu sneered.

"You are the earthworm, your whole family are earthworms!!!"

With his defense broken, Jörmungandr swung his giant tail and lashed out at the Nine-headed Xiangliu!

Xiangliu leaned forward and lowered his head, nimbly avoiding the attack of the giant tail, and then bit Jörmungandr's tail hard!

"Roar!!!"

Jörmungandr roared in pain, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, two more heads pounced on him from the left and right to bite him!

Jörmungandr, awakened by the intense pain, quickly dodged the attack of one of the heads and swung his huge python head towards Xiangliu's head!

boom! ! !

The sound like the collision of mountains exploded from the void, and the entire space was cracked!

Jörmungandr, whose eyes were dazzled by the impact, retracted his head swayingly, and his huge body staggered from side to side, almost falling to the ground.

The stubborn Xiang Liu laughed and said, "Hahaha, I don't know what you think of comparing your stubbornness with the people from our Water God Tribe."

"Let's not even talk about whether you can win or not. Even if you win, what's the use?"

"The worst that can happen is I have to sacrifice one head, but I still have eight left. You'll probably get a concussion, so you're really brave."

As Jörmungandr gradually woke up, he realized the horror of Xiangliu's physical defense.

Not daring to fight head-on, Jörmungandr quickly distanced himself from Xiangliu, his whole body emitting a strange green light.

Xiangliu's nine mountain-like heads swayed back and forth in the void, and all nine heads spoke at the same time:

"Boy, feel free to use whatever skills you have. If you run out of tricks, I'll let you experience the power of your Grandpa Xiangliu!"

"Roar!!!"

A brilliant light burst out from Jörmungandr's eyes. He opened his bloody mouth and spat out a stream of black-green venom, which was like a huge column of water and hit Xiangliu fiercely.

Xiangliu snorted coldly, and shook his nine heads, diving into Jörmungandr's venom. The horrible venom that was enough to corrode everything could not cause any harm to Xiangliu!

"Boy, what are you spraying? Are you giving your Grandpa Xiangliu a bath?"