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

On the other side, Lin Qiye carried Gongyang Zhuo and rushed out of the fog.

The bright sky has returned.

Beside the mountain stream, a large number of soldiers stood in neat rows. Huo Qubing rode a white horse, and Yan Zhong and Zhan Yuwu beside him seemed to be talking to a familiar figure.

But then everyone saw two figures emerge from the colorful smoke.

"Exactly the same?!" A look of shock appeared in everyone's eyes.

"He is the one I just mentioned, the one I met in the mist." The second Lin Qiye pointed at Lin Qiye and Gongyang Zhuo, who had just stepped out.

Lin Qiye, who was with Gongyang Zhuo, immediately became wary and suspicious.

Upon seeing Lin Qiye with Huo Qubing, his pupils constricted sharply.

"What's going on?" Zhan Yuwu subconsciously distanced himself.

Everyone looked surprised and started talking.

“This is no ordinary evil spirit.” Lin Qiye frowned slightly. “It is part of the Crimson Star, an emissary of a certain god of the Khrushchev system.”

Upon hearing the words "Kexi Shen," Huo Qubing frowned deeply.

This wasn't the first time he'd said this; he'd heard it before when he was a child, learning martial arts from his uncle.

boom! !

The next second, a terrifying pressure instantly enveloped everyone's heads.

Zhao Wentian landed on the ground with Gongyang Wan in his arms.

His aura caused everyone to retreat.

The smoke and dust dissipated.

Zhao Wentian's golden eyes were fixed on the real and fake Lin Qiye before him, as if trying to see through their appearances to their true inner selves.

In that brief silence,

Suddenly, a gigantic purple hand appeared to fall from the heavens.

With unparalleled pressure, it slammed heavily onto the ground.

Wherever this giant hand passed, the dust flying everywhere seemed to be crushed by an invisible hand, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

Lin Qiye, who was originally standing with Huo Qubing, saw this terrifying giant purple hand...

A look of terror crossed his face, but he still forced himself to endure the fear and struggled desperately to shout, "Father, it's me, Lin Qiye!"

However, Zhao Wentian seemed not to hear his shouts.

The giant purple hand rapidly condensed in mid-air, becoming smaller and smaller, but the terrifying energy it contained grew stronger and stronger.

In the blink of an eye, the giant hand had been compressed to its limit.

Like a miniature purple sun, it radiates a breathtaking light and heat.

Immediately afterwards, the giant hand slammed down on the ground with lightning speed.

With a deafening roar, the ground was blasted open as if struck by a meteorite, instantly creating a huge crater.

Huo Qubing, standing to the side, watched this scene with a look of utter astonishment.

He simply couldn't understand how Zhao Wentian could tell which one was the real Lin Qiye and which one was the imposter.

So he asked in confusion, "How did Uncle know that one was fake?"

Lin Qiye's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. He said softly, "Because I usually call him Dad."

Huo Qubing was speechless upon hearing this. He never expected that Zhao Wentian would be able to see through the fake Lin Qiye's identity through such a simple detail.

Just then, a deafening collapse sounded, and the fake Lin Qiye, who had been struck by the giant purple hand, coughed up a mouthful of blood.

A hint of resentment and despair flashed in his eyes, but faced with such terrifying power, he was completely powerless to resist, and could not even escape.

Zhao Wentian's eyes flashed slightly, and he uttered a soft command: "Suppress!"

The fake Lin Qiye's body was slowly melting away, like a candle being melted by high temperatures.

The originally clear outline gradually blurred, and was replaced by a distorted and bizarre shape.

Its body became slender, as soft as a willow branch, or like some kind of mysterious tentacles constantly stretching out.

This scene made Zhao Wentian frown deeply, and his anger burned in his heart.

Willow trees are not something that just anyone can imitate!

"I don't know why it had to be me..."

Lin Qiye's voice was somewhat low as he turned his gaze away from the strange creature and onto Zhao Wentian.

A hint of bewilderment flickered in his eyes, as if he were puzzled as to why he had become the object of imitation.

Zhao Wentian looked at Lin Qiye, gently patted his shoulder, and comforted him:

"Some things, you'll understand naturally as time goes by."

His tone was calm, but it seemed to conceal some deeper meaning.

Zhao Wentian certainly wouldn't tell Lin Qiye that the reason he became the target of this fake was because he was the will of the universe.

His arrival here is merely a part of his own meticulously planned scheme.

At least for Zhao Wentian, he will not reveal this secret for the time being.

After all, he has only created three clones so far: Erebus, Xu Fu, and Wei Qing.

It will still take some time before we truly reach the summit.

"Gongyang Wan, come here for a moment," Zhao Wentian suddenly called out, his voice deep and powerful.

Gongyang Wan quickly walked over upon hearing the sound and stood beside Zhao Wentian, looking at him with some curiosity.

Zhao Wentian bent down, picked up the charred willow branch from the ground, and examined it carefully.

He frowned slightly, seemingly not satisfied with the condition of the willow branch.

After a while, he slowly shook his head and sighed, "I'm afraid this has little nutritional value..."

Upon hearing this, everyone present was taken aback.

Whether it was Huo Qubing, Zhan Yuwu, and Yan Zhong, who had known Zhao Wentian for many years, or Lin Qiye, who was new to the area, they all felt very familiar with his words.

Lin Qiye stared wide-eyed at Zhao Wentian in disbelief, wondering to himself, "What is he trying to do?"

It's obvious that Zhao Wentian will do something special next.

His favorite thing to do is to cook evil spirits and demons directly into delicious dishes.

Although Lin Qiye was filled with doubts, he couldn't suppress his curiosity.

She quietly approached Huo Qubing and asked in a low voice, "Brother, has he always been like this?"

Huo Qubing's lips curled slightly upward, revealing a helpless smile, then he shrugged and explained:

"Ten years ago, my uncle led his troops to fight in the northern desert. It was the dead of winter, and the army escorting the grain was unfortunately attacked by evil spirits."

"Faced with such a difficult situation, my uncle suppressed the evil spirit's violent energy with his powerful blood energy."

Huo Qubing continued, his tone revealing his admiration for Zhao Wentian.

"Finally, my uncle used a big fire to slowly stew these evil spirits. Although they didn't look very appetizing, they were actually the best food in Tianhan."

"Thus, the army survived the bitter cold and annihilated the main force of the Great Chanyu on the banks of the Onon River."

"I haven't cooked in so many years."

Huo Qubing sighed from afar, as if it were something to savor.

Lin Qiye sighed, "Really... you won't starve anywhere."

Gongyang Wan nodded. "I...I don't care."

She thought about becoming stronger as soon as possible, since someone would feed her and she would eat whatever was given to her.

Anything to get bigger is fine!!

However, at that moment, a voice reached Huo Qubing's ears.

He turned his head to look, but saw that Zhao Wentian's lips had not moved.

"Of the 30,000 troops, half have been replaced... some have been mixed in, but the perpetrators cannot be identified. I have reported the situation to Chang'an..."

"Their goal is Chang'an. Let's play along..."