Slay the Gods: All the blood of kings must end with the sword!

The collision of pressure can be said to be the most wrong decision Xinzai has ever made.

If he simply suppressed Lin Xuan with his realm, perhaps this would not have happened.

But when he chose to confront Lin Xuan's dragon power, the outcome was already determined.

My heart felt like it was being pinched by a big hand, my eyes widened, and a trembling feeling went straight from my tailbone to the top of my head.

He didn't understand why he felt the aura of God from such a weak human.

Xinzai's movements froze for a moment, and at the same time, black air and blood-red sword light pounced towards him.

Xinzai forced himself to stay awake, and the halo in his hand swung out, directly shattering the blood-colored sword light. However, it was too late to resist the black air at this time, and he could only let it invade his body.

The yellow halo in Xinzai's eyes flashed dazzlingly, and there was another reason why he didn't dodge.

There are still gods and people around who fear him.

As long as there is fear, he can revive it in the other person's heart.

In other words, as long as there are people here who are afraid of him, he is immortal!

Xinzai thought so, but at this moment, the earth suddenly trembled, and in the distance, figures appeared from the corner.

They were gang members, led by two people, Minamoto no Chiritsu and Imori Hiroyuki.

Both of them rushed towards here with hot weapons in their hands.

"For the team leader!"

The shouting was so deafening that Xin Zai was stunned.

Bingzai, who was fighting with Galan Lin Qiye, was stunned.

The gang member who was still kneeling was stunned.

Those were the gang members who retreated at Shen Qingzhu's request, and now they are making a comeback.

They are just flesh and blood, but they raised their butcher knives against the gods.

Xinzai felt so panic for the first time when he looked at these people who he regarded as ants.

I can't possess those people.

He didn't feel even a trace of fear of the oracle from those people's hearts.

In their hearts, there is only murderous intent.

They want to overthrow the gods.

Xinzai was stunned.

He suddenly felt a pain in his chest.

A bronze blade pierced his heart.

Immediately afterwards, the pitch-black blade slashed through his soul.

Shen Qingzhu's figure slowly appeared behind Xin Zai.

Xinzui forgot someone, or rather, Lin Xuan deliberately made him forget someone.

Lin Xuan's gray fog is naturally resistant to the heart disaster. Under the cover of the gray fog, the heart disaster cannot read his and Shen Qingzhu's thoughts at all.

His soul was slain, his powers severed.

Before his vision completely disappeared, he saw those kneeling people stand up and raise their weapons tremblingly.

The fear in their hearts was fading.

On the other side, as the earth shook violently, a white robe became completely dirty and disheveled.

Knife wounds, bullet holes, and scars were all over his body.

Lin Qiye's Huojin Sword [Zhanbai] and Galan's Immortality perfectly restrained his [Daozhai Heart Realm]. Thus, he also came to an end.

Lin Qiye was not in a hurry to kill him. Instead, he grabbed Bingzai's head and lifted him in front of Lin Xuan.

"for you."

Lin Xuan was a little moved, and morality once again took the upper hand.

He decided to delete the backup of Lin Qiye's dark history.

Bingzai stared at everyone. He felt like a worthless item being traded back and forth.

The huge feeling of humiliation almost swallowed him up.

But soon, he no longer felt humiliated.

Lin Xuan shot his head to pieces.

Dark clouds gathered over the city, as if gathering to a critical point.

pat.

The first drop of rain fell on the headless corpse in white robe.

In the blink of an eye, heavy rain began to pour down.

Shen Qingzhu and Lin Xuan each carried a corpse and lifted it high.

The rain slid down the masks on their faces, washing away the dust on their bodies, but it could not wash away the large bloodstains on their robes.

The heavy rain is like a curtain of the world, and what is about to fall is the stage of the gods.

The rain covered everyone's faces, but it could not hide the pair of majestic red-gold pupils.

Following a strange rustling sound, the big screens in all cities in Japan began to flash in an instant.

The flashing stopped, and at this moment all the screens were clearly broadcasting this scene.

The two men were wearing haori and masks, standing on the ruins.

They held the corpse high in their hands. On the corpse, the yellow and white divine robes were torn and stained with blood.

The red-gold vertical pupils looked at them from afar through the screen with supreme majesty.

Everyone who noticed this scene had a stiff expression and stood there in a daze, not moving a muscle.

There was no way they could mistake the divine robe on the oracle.

"Those two people actually held up the Oracle."

I don't know who it was, but they spoke first, trembling, and it was like sparks flying out of a huge powder keg, exploding instantly.

"God bless us, God bless us, what on earth is going on? Why was the Oracle killed by the mob?"

"They are disrespecting the gods. The gods will definitely punish them!"

Many people trembled and cursed those who dared to blaspheme the gods, but when they saw the pair of red-gold vertical pupils on the screen, they suppressed their voices.

And some people cheered when they saw the images on the screen.

When they looked at the pair of red-gold vertical pupils, the golden pupils instantly lit up. In the dark night, they were like bright stars, illuminating the world.

"Haha, open your eyes wide! Our team leader is still standing there, but where is your god? Why doesn't he come out?"

"Long live our emperor, long live the fierce ghosts!"

"Damn it, brothers, we in the Black Killing Group can't fall behind. Follow me and burn that broken statue!"

Seeing this scene, the fierce man with the scar on his eye gritted his teeth, finally made up his mind, and raised his arms and shouted.

Even if they wanted to blaspheme, they couldn't let their wise and great team leader lose face at this time.

The rain was blocked, Lin Xuan turned his head and saw Yuan Zhilu standing there quietly.

At this moment, he was wearing a slim black suit, looking gentle and refined, like a servant.

The emperor's attendant.

Lin Xuan put the body away casually. He looked at the big screen in the center of Osaka city and saw the figures of everyone.

"time to go."

Lin Xuan turned around first.

The screen began to flash red, and the words "extremely evil" appeared above Lin Xuan's head, making him look like a demon crawling out of hell.

The rain hit the umbrella, splashing water.

Under the umbrella, the tall figure slowly walked towards the distance.

The rain was like a curtain, but it couldn't touch him at all.