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

The black and gold blade was floating quietly, and the spiritual fluctuations of the divine realm spread out in all directions, as if sending greetings to everyone.

Yuuri Heizhe tried to take a step forward and grasp the hilt of the knife.

The blade hummed softly, conveying a message to Yuuri Heizhe.

"It says it's called Divine Disaster."

"[Divine Disaster], what a good name."

Furuhara Yoshiki squatted in front of [Shenhuo] and looked at his child with kind eyes.

"Little guy, what do you look like?"

This is the second weapon after Lin Xuan that has given birth to a sword spirit on its own. He is very curious about what form the sword spirit takes.

"I am a knife."

Invisible spiritual ripples surged, and Furuhara Ryoki understood its meaning.

[Shen Huo] is a sword, so the sword spirit of [Shen Huo] is naturally also a sword.

Very pure.

Furuhara Yoshiki saw that an illusory sword shadow flew out from the black and gold long sword.

Its style is exactly the same as the original body of [Divine Disaster], also a black and gold long sword emitting flowing light, but it is slightly more illusory than the original body.

Furuhara Ryoki's eyes widened, and he suddenly realized something. Since the sword soul of the artifact is also a sword, does that mean that the sword soul can also be used as a weapon?

Moreover, since it is a sword soul, it must be a special attack against souls.

In this way, if one possesses [Divine Disaster], wouldn't that mean that one possesses two divine weapons at the same time?

One kills the body, the other destroys the soul.

Furuhara Ryoki could even imagine the scene of someone holding the [Divine Disaster] in one hand and the Sword Soul in the other. It was truly too shocking.

Haruki Amemiya turned around and looked around. There was an endless expanse of gray-black ruins. The city had collapsed, the roads were broken, and broken neon signs were scattered at his feet, silently telling of the desolation.

The entire world was shrouded in fog, and the pale golden light emanating from the [Divine Disaster] enveloped everyone, isolating them from the fog.

“Is this the real Japan?”

An inexplicable sadness enveloped Haruki Amamiya, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Yes, Japan was destroyed by the fog as early as a hundred years ago. These people are just pigs and sheep kept in a pen.

"Don't be so depressed. Didn't we get through this?"

A man in white clothes and white hair holding an ancient oil-paper umbrella appeared behind Amamiya Haruki and comforted him.

That person is none other than the sword spirit of [Yubeng], the fourth of Huojin's Nine Swords.

After the nine Huojin swords merged into one, all the Huojin sword spirits separated from the swords.

Wu Jijiangxing saw Xiangtai hugging her tightly in her arms, with her lips curled, and she didn't know what she was saying.

All I could see was Shota Hoshimi's increasingly red cheeks and his inappropriate struggle.

In the fog, a ball of light blue light appeared in everyone's sight.

Those are two people.

Wu Xiangnan and Wang Mian walked towards the crowd. Wu Xiangnan was wearing a ring that looked like a blue crystal, which was emitting a faint blue light, isolating the two from the fog.

A moment later, two more figures landed in front of everyone on the clouds.

One of them held a silver-white long sword in his hand and had a pitch-black sword case on his back.

The other person was covered in thick gray fog, which seemed to be devouring the fog, making it extremely strange.

"Lin Xuan, Qiye."

Wu Xiangnan called out the identities of the two people.

The people who came were Lin Xuan and Lin Qiye, who had rekindled his fighting spirit.

"Revenge on Susanoo is my business, you don't have to get involved."

Lin Qiye shook his head. He touched the black box behind him containing the sword Ama Murakumo, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Brother Shonan, I also have a grudge against Susanoo, a deep blood feud!"

He has already sent Galan to Jian Ji. With Jian Ji's protection, Galan will be fine.

And he should repay blood with blood, tooth for tooth!

As for Lin Xuan, he wanted to save Wu Xiangnan, so there was naturally no reason for him not to go.

Not only that, Lin Xuan also wanted to use the decaying gray mist to get an assist.

I still remember that Yiyu was killed. Although it was not him who did it, the purity of his bloodline was still improved.

Although Lin Xuan didn't know the principle behind this, it didn't stop him from using this mechanism to get assists.

He is a genuine god, and the main god of the Japanese pantheon. Even if it is just an assist, it should be able to significantly improve the purity of his bloodline.

After killing the Corpse God, the purity of his bloodline has reached 77%, which is still far from 80%.

Seeing that the two insisted, Wu Xiangnan had no choice but to look at Yuuri Heizhe.

"I came here to borrow your divine weapon. I need it to cut open the gate of Takamagahara."

One of the purposes of the God of Guojin forging the Huojin Sword was to find and cut open the Gate of Guidance.

This is also the basic ability of the artifact.

"You have to ask [Shen Huo] about this matter. We can't make the decision."

Wu Xiangnan looked at the magical weapon stuck in the ground.

Before he could react, a spiritual ripple came from it.

"Are you going to Takamagahara to kill Susanoo?"

"Correct."

"I'll go with you, but I have one condition. You must use me to kill him."

"can."

Wu Xiangnan agreed immediately. He could feel the purest murderous intent emanating from the [Divine Disaster] blade.

He raised his hand and pulled up the [Divine Disaster]. The black and gold blade of the [Divine Disaster] shook slightly, but it did not resist and allowed Wu Xiangnan to pull it up.

One man, one sword, the two murderous intentions seemed to blend together and resonate.

"When will we do it?"

"Now!"

Lin Qiye tapped his toes lightly, and clouds intertwined under everyone's feet, lifting everyone up and flying towards the sky.

Above the sky, four figures stood quietly.

Wu Xiangnan took off his bloodstained clothes and took out a neatly folded light blue cloak and a coat of arms engraved with the words "Wu Xiangnan" from his backpack.

He put on his cloak, and his aura suddenly changed, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

Ten years of sharpening a sword, Frost Blade has never tried.

Today I will show you how to kill all injustice with my sword!

Today, he is the Immortal Swordsman of the Blue Rain Team!

Four figures stood in the clouds. A strong wind blew, and three colors, light blue, dark gray, and deep red, appeared in the sky.

Making a grinning sound.

Wu Xiangnan raised [Divine Disaster] above his head, closed his eyes, and the spiritual ripples of [Divine Disaster] spread out in all directions.

At a certain moment, he suddenly opened his eyes.

He sensed the existence of the connecting door.

At the same time, terrifying energy condensed from the [Divine Disaster], firmly locking the receiving door.

Driven by the energy, a huge ancient door appeared in front of everyone in the endless fog. The moment it appeared, even the space was trembling.

The moment he saw the door, Lin Xuan was stunned.

He tried to raise his hand and twist it lightly in the air.

creak-

The earth was shaking, and the scarlet moonlight shone through the crack in the door, illuminating the stunned expressions of the three people.

The door to reception has opened.