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

At this time, everyone finally saw each other's faces clearly.

The face looked like an ancient Greek sculpture, peaceful and serene, with a hint of holiness and majesty.

He held a large lava sword in both hands, inserted it into the ground, as if to resist thousands of demons.

"Lava Greatsword, this is Uriel, the Guardian of Hell."

"That Uriel who is also a six-winged seraph?"

Lin Qiye was a little surprised. He never thought that he could see a supreme god here.

Lin Xuan noticed that while everyone was talking, the angel statue seemed to move.

Then, the six white wings wrapped around the body slowly opened, and on the holy face, wriggling flesh worms opened their eyes and stared at Lin Xuan and others.

The four could clearly see something moving under Uriel's skin.

Without waiting for anyone to make a move, Uriel raised the lava sword that had been crawling with fleshworms, and the scarlet light illuminated the void.

In an instant, four black crosses appeared behind the four people.

Countless pitch-black chains pierced through the void, tightly binding the four people.

His mouth stretched to the sides, stretching all the way to his ears. His skin and flesh tore apart, and smelly blood splattered everywhere.

"Here, the judgment."

The moment he opened his mouth, everyone felt their ears invaded by countless tiny whispers.

He raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at the four people.

"Past sins."

As soon as he finished speaking, a long river of time rushed out from Uriel's body, splitting into four streams and rushing into the bodies of the four people.

Uriel's scarlet eyes became particularly bright.

He looked at An Qingyu on the far left.

"An Qingyu, you desecrated the dead and pried into their secrets. You will be sent to the tenth level of hell."

"Lin Qiye, you killed and tortured people, blasphemed the gods, and will go to the twelfth level of hell."

Blasphemy?

Lin Xuan looked a little strange.

Could it be that Uriel thinks that Lin Qiye's exploitation of the caregivers is a form of abuse of living beings?

Hiss, when you think about it this way, it makes sense.

"Shen Qingzhu,"

Uriel had just said half of his words when he saw Shen Qingzhu spit at him.

"Stupid!"

Uriel paused.

"Shen Qingzhu, blasphemy against God, will go to the fifteenth level of hell."

Shen Qingzhu:?

"Stupid."

Shen Qingzhu still refused to accept it, but he couldn't take any action now, otherwise he would have to give the other party the middle finger.

Finally, it’s Lin Xuan.

The long river of time wandered in Lin Xuan's body, and the scarlet light in Uriel's eyes flickered.

In the end, the scarlet light seemed to dim.

"Is he...frozen?"

Lin Qiye spoke uncertainly.

As soon as Lin Qiye finished speaking, Uriel raised the lava sword in his hand, and there was a rare hint of anger in his tone.

"Lin Xuan, you play with people's hearts, torture souls, tamper with fate, devour the gods, and enter... the eighteen levels of hell!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several long black nails hung directly on Lin Xuan's vital parts, as if they would pierce him in the next moment.

Lin Xuan's mouth twitched.

is it necessary?

As if stimulated, Uriel kept talking.

"Future Sin!"

The void was torn apart directly, and four illusory rivers of time and space appeared above the four people's heads.

Before Uriel could speak, he only heard a light exclamation.

"The breath of hell..."

Above Shen Qingzhu's head, a blurry six-winged figure glanced over here through the long river of time.

Those were a pair of cold grey eyes.

With just one glance, the flesh and blood worms all over Uriel's body exploded into pieces and almost disintegrated.

"Where does the snooping come from?"

A voice came from the long river of time and space above Lin Qiye's head.

The voice was identical to Lin Qiye's, but more mature.

The blurry figure suddenly punched out, breaking a corner of the long river of time, and the scene behind the long river of time instantly appeared in everyone's eyes.

It was an ordinary courtyard. The maple trees above were swaying in the breeze, and a few fat grass carps were flipping in the pond at the feet.

In the center of the courtyard is a chessboard, with black and white chess pieces on the squares made of black silk threads.

It is worth noting that the black and white chess pieces are not at the intersection of the black lines, but in a grid, making it difficult to tell what kind of chess it is.

"Lin Xuan, you're crazy."

Lin Qiye was attracted by the voice and looked at the top of An Qingyu's head, then his eyes suddenly widened.

It was a hooded figure hidden in the pale mist.

Under the shadow of the hood were a pair of grayish-white indifferent eyes, as if ignoring all living beings.

That is the future An Qingyu.

Click!

The crisp sound of shattering echoed in the space, attracting everyone over.

In the endless gray fog, there is a giant black tree that reaches from the sky to the earth.

Looking down, the giant black tree was actually rooted directly on a black sun with a pure white corona, moving without wind.

At the moment when the long river of time was pierced, countless harsh whispers poured out from it, like wailing, and like calling for help. The four people felt as if their heads were about to explode.

In front of the tree, a figure stood quietly.

He gently stroked the tree trunk, turned his head, and looked into the distance across the long river of time.

The moment they looked into that person's eyes, they felt their hearts tremble wildly.

Those eyes were a strange black at the bottom, but the pupils were pure white.

When they looked into those eyes, they felt that everything about themselves was seen through by the other party, and there was nothing left to hide.

The figure lowered his head and looked at Lin Xuan below the long river of time, with a grin on his lips.

"Hey, look who this guy is, trapped like a dumpling. It turns out to be my past self."