Slaying Gods, the agent of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, starting with the Undying Scripture

"Me? Me! Me my ass!"

Zhao Kongcheng cursed and ran away.

"You wait for me here, don't follow me, or I'll skin you alive on behalf of my grandfather when we get back."

Zhao Wentian was taken aback: "This kid, doesn't he have any manners? If you're not taking me, can't I go by myself?"

"Southeast!"

Zhao Wentian picked up the steel pipe and immediately ran in that direction.

"Right, the Kunpeng Treasure Technique, then I should be able to fly."

He lowered his hands and softly uttered, "Kunpeng. Kun... Peng..."

The wings I imagined never appeared!

Zhao Wentian attempted a leap.

It worked! He was like a spring, leaping hundreds of meters in a single bound.

.......

On the streets of the old town.

Five students from Cangnan No. 2 Middle School, wearing red school uniforms, are walking home.

Halfway there, one of the high school students got separated from the other four.

One of the female students suddenly stopped, her brows furrowing slightly.

A hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.

She turned to the other three classmates and asked, "Can you smell anything rotten?"

"Stink?"

"I can't smell it, Lin Qiye, can you smell it?"

The student named Lin Qiye, who had blindfolded himself with silk, was about to say something when he suddenly revealed a disgusting expression.

He pointed to the alley where the classmate had just left: "The smell came from that direction."

The next moment, a pitiful scream came from the alley.

"Wang Shao!"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, everyone except Lin Qiye shouted in unison.

The three exchanged a glance and then ran away.

Lin Qiye was left standing there, gazing at the alley with a rather solemn expression.

Just now everyone was talking about the psychopathic killer on the outskirts of the old city.

Something bad happened immediately.

After hesitating for a long time, Lin Qiye finally picked up his guide cane and rushed into the alley.

On the rooftop, a figure was leaping rapidly.

He's incredibly fast; that single jump covers tens of meters. If the Olympics still existed...

Zhao Wentian was running at full speed when he was startled by the shouts he had just heard.

His goals and direction are the same as Lin Qiye's.

One was going to rescue someone, while Zhao Wentian was going to kill...

Zhao Wentian, who was on the rooftop, was still a hundred meters away from Lin Qiye when he took a step.

Suddenly, I felt as if something had crashed into me within a hundred meters of me.

That thing looked like a person, but it didn't look like a person.

It was a creature that ran on all fours, with a massive build like a brown bear.

The scariest thing is that it has a ghost face on its head.

Pale white, distorted.

The long, sharp, scarlet tongue was like a long tongue, half a meter protruding from its mouth, clearly visible.

When Zhao Wentian saw this, he was stunned, and the steel pipe in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang".

At that moment, with his final leap, he landed squarely on the roof of one of the masked men.

Then, with another "clang," his weapon struck the masked man's head.

Zhao Wentian glanced at it and thought, "Damn it, I've prepared myself mentally, but I still feel guilty when I face this masked man."

On the ground, there were two more students, one male and one female.

The blindfolded boy shouted at the girl, "Don't turn around!"

The blind man rushed straight to the female classmate.

Zhao Wentian was in no better shape, as his figure had already been locked onto by the masked man.

The masked man looked this way, his terrifying gaze like that of someone looking at prey.

The masked man first touched the spot where he had been hit by the steel pipe, then flicked his tongue and charged towards Zhao Wentian.

Zhao Wentian paused for a moment, then looked at the ground and shouted, "Hey, blind man. Are you alright?"

The blind man didn't respond at all...

Time is running out for Zhao Wentian.

Faced with the masked man rushing towards him, Zhao Wentian swung his fist and smashed it down hard.

He jumped to the ground, picked up the steel pipe, and leaped into the air again, smashing it down on the masked man's forehead.

The speed was so fast that even Zhao Wentian himself thought he was dreaming.

I don't know how to describe that feeling.

It's like suddenly gaining superpowers, it's so cool... so cool.

At this moment, Zhao Wentian didn't have time to pay attention to the blind man.

His steel pipe drooped down naturally.

Suddenly, a scene popped into my mind.

A gigantic fish that blots out the sky? Not a large bird?

It crashed into him, and then the big fish flattened and shrank until it disappeared into his brow.

There was a crash.

Zhao Wentian inexplicably acquired a pair of purple wings.

I feel that my strength, mental power, and speed have all increased a hundredfold at this moment.

He raised the iron rod, swooped down, and charged directly at the masked man.

Zhao Wentian and the masked man passed each other.

When he turned his head again, the masked man's chest had been pierced through.

The iron rod in Zhao Wentian's hand inexplicably melted into a puddle of water.

He raised his hand and looked at his right hand, which had just held the stick, from head to toe.

It feels as if I possess endless power at this moment.

Turning her head to look at the pair of wings on her back, she couldn't help but exclaim, "What beautiful wings!"

Lin Qiye, who was fifty meters away, also noticed the situation.

He was first surprised, then looked at the monster in front of him and couldn't help but shout, "A monster!?"

Zhao Wentian was taken aback by the sudden exclamation and raised his hand to explain, "No... how can you talk like that, you blind man?"

He had barely taken a step when he felt a tremor in his heart.

He absorbed a faint aura from the masked man he had just defeated.

I don't know if it's the soul of the masked man or something else.

It's just weird.

A warm current flowed through his body, and the huge stone tablet in his consciousness showed a slight fluctuation.

The progress bar on the stone tablet actually increased by 0.1%.

"Can a masked man really increase it by 0.1%?"

This is Zhao Wentian's question, if only he could see his own appearance right now.

He would definitely be shocked, because his eyes had turned gold, and they seemed to be able to see through everything.

Zhao Wentian looked at the other masked man.

He picked up a brick from the ground and moved with incredible speed.

In the blink of an eye, it leaped in front of the masked man.

only!

He didn't use bricks; a new name came to mind: "Solar Fist."

Clenching his fist, Zhao Wentian instantly exerted force from his waist, and that punch seemed capable of piercing the earth.