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

Zen seal closes the sky.

Nezha, wearing red lotus armor and holding a fire spear, rode on the wind-fire wheels and flew all the way from Tianmen Pass to support Sun Wukong.

A fiery red figure flew from the direction of Chanyin Pass and unfortunately collided with the Third Prince.

"stop!"

Sensing the Indian god's aura emanating from the other party, Nezha raised the fire spear in his hand to block the other party's way.

The moment the Indian fire god Agni saw Nezha, his face almost turned green.

I finally escaped from that monkey, but how come I ran into this killer again?

孽 孽!

"Your Excellency the Third Prince, I am..."

"I don't care who you are, you Indian gods. I'll kill you if I see you. I won't bury you!"

Without saying a word, Nezha's wind-fire wheels spun rapidly, and the fire spear in his hand made a spear flower, and he rushed straight towards Agni!

Agni, who had just been beaten up by Sun Wukong and whose supernatural power had not yet recovered, knew that he was no match for Nezha. He had no intention of fighting at all. He turned into a beam of fire and ran away!

"Want to run?"

Nezha raised his hand and threw out the Hun Tian Ling. The ten thousand feet long red silk flew out instantly, covering the surrounding space and blocking all of Agni's escape routes.

boom!

Agni raised his hand and a fireball shot out, hitting the Hun Tian Ling hard.

But unexpectedly, the blazing fireball hit Hong Ling, not only failing to burn it, but it absorbed all the flame energy instead...

Nezha stepped on the Wind Fire Wheel and slowly landed behind Agni. He sneered, "If my magic weapon, which was blessed by the Samadhi True Fire, is burned through by your ordinary flame, what good will it do for me to cultivate the Samadhi True Fire?"

Swish!

After saying that, Nezha stabbed Agni with a fierce spear!

With no hope of escape, Agni gritted his teeth, and flames shot up into the sky as he attacked Nezha.

Nezha swung the fire spear in his hand, leaving behind shadows, and each move was aimed at the opponent's vital points!

Agni formed a swastika seal in his hand, which flew out continuously, forming a flame barrier, trying to resist Nezha's dazzling spear skills.

clang!

Nezha stabbed the flame barrier with his spear and was knocked away by the rebound force.

"Don't think I can't do anything to you just because you're hiding inside your turtle shell."

Nezha raised his hand and threw out the Qiankun Circle. The golden circle kept spinning in the air, getting bigger and bigger, containing terrifying power, and smashed hard into the opponent's fire barrier!

boom! ! !

A violent explosion sounded, and the Qiankun Circle blew up the fire barrier, and flames and black smoke shot up into the sky.

The terrifying explosion of divine power spread out, also shattering the barrier that Nezha had set up around him with the Hun Tian Ling.

Agni took the opportunity to transform into a streak of fire and fled towards the Temple of Heaven under the cover of black smoke.

"Where do you want to escape to?"

Nezha stepped on the Wind Fire Wheel and slowly descended from the air, stopping in front of Agni, with his arms crossed, his eyes full of murderous intent, staring at his prey.

"Why are you picking on me? Can't you just be merciful and let me go?" Agni asked pleadingly.

"Hold my hand? Okay, which hand do you want me to lift?"

Nezha immediately showed three heads and six arms, transformed into a humanoid weapon stand, and looked at Agni with a smile.

"I will fight with you!"

Agni flipped his hand and summoned a flaming sword, which was covered in blazing flames and slashed towards Nezha!

The eight magical weapons in Nezha's hands rained down on Agni. After a fierce bombardment, Agni flew backwards.

"It's not over yet, come here!"

Nezha swung the Hun Tian Ling in his hand, instantly entangled Agni who was flying backwards, and pulled him back.

"Samadhi True Fire!"

boom!

The surging Samadhi Fire spread along the Hun Tian Ling and instantly enveloped Agni.

The scorching breath of flames instantly made Agni, the God of Fire, feel the long-lost burning sensation!

"what!!!"

In the surging Samadhi Fire, Agni, the Indian God of Fire, let out a painful wail.

……

After being beaten up by Sun Wukong, the Indian god of wine, Soma, also fled, trying to sneak into Daxia from other places.

"Fuck, they're both monkeys, but how come this Great Xia Monkey is so good at fighting? That idiot Hanuman keeps clamoring to fight Sun Wukong."

"Now, not only did they pin him to the ground and beat him up, they also beat up the seven of us."

"One iron rod and seven strings. When has the Temple of the Gods ever suffered such humiliation?"

The more Su Mo thought about it, the angrier he became. He untied the wine jug from his waist and took a sip.

"Still drinking? I'm here to take you away!"

A sudden roar came from behind Somo, which frightened the God of Wine so much that he almost dropped the wine jug in his hand.

"Who?"

Su Mo turned around and saw a handsome young man in green clothes, holding an iron stick, with eyes and eyebrows somewhat similar to Nezha, staring at him.

"Nezha?"

Su Mo looked at the other person in shock.

"That's half right. Mu Zha, the messenger Hui'an under the seat of Guanyin of the South China Sea, is Nezha's second brother. The South China Sea is a place of quiet cultivation, and drinking is not allowed."

Mu Zha slowly pulled out the iron stick behind him.

"Tsk, it turns out to be Nezha's useless second brother. I thought I met the God of Death." Su Mo said with a look of contempt.

Mu Zha took a deep breath, "Huh~ Master said we can't break the precepts of killing, but you bunch of Outer Gods are not included in that rule."

The Buddha's light on Mu Zha's body gradually faded, and the iron rod in his hand made a crackling sound. The murderous aura that had been suppressed since he was deified suddenly erupted!

Swish!

The iron rod in Mu Zha's hand swept up a terrifying gust of wind and swung it fiercely towards Su Mo's head!

Su Mo was unable to dodge and was hit hard in the chest by the iron rod. He flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, spitting blood from his mouth!

Mu Zha took advantage of the victory and attacked Su Mo with the iron stick in his hand containing a thousand pounds of force.

A brilliant golden light spread from Su Mo's body, blocking Mu Zha's attack.

While Mu Zha was being blocked by him, Su Mo quickly grasped the wine jug on his waist, looked at Mu Zha and said viciously:

"You asked for this!"

Su Mo took a big gulp of wine, and his strength increased instantly.

Mu Zha clenched the iron rod in his hand and said calmly: "It seems that this battle will be a fight."

……

A faint light flashed, and Yama, the Indian god of death, took advantage of the melee among the gods and sneaked into Chennan Pass.

"Fight, fight, the more deaths the better. I need a lot of undead power to improve my strength, hehehe..."

Yama laughed darkly and looked around Chennan Pass, "Hey, there are so many dead souls, come in, come in!"

Yama took out a black bag from behind and tried to collect the souls of the heroes of Da Xia who died in the battle, but he found that after sucking for a long time, these souls did not move at all.

"Strange? What's going on?"

A figure in a black imperial robe slowly appeared behind Yama.

"You are an Indian god of death, yet you dare to think of taking my Great Xia heroic soul? Do you think I am a dead man?!"

Sensing the familiar imperial power behind him, Yama's heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head slowly.

The King of Fengdu stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Yama coldly, as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Yama, today, let's settle all our old and new grudges together!"