Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 773 Godzilla fights the evil enemy, An Qingyu releases the Black King

As the black waves rushed into the yard carrying broken bricks, Wu Hen's thunder talisman exploded into blue light in his palm.

He heard Bu Li's cough mixed with the sound of copper bells behind him.

Like a broken bellows: "Xiao Wu... when you were chopping corpses in the mass grave, you also had this desperate attitude."

The sea water reached his ankles, and Wu Hen took out the short knife from his waist.

The four words "Exclusive for Angkor" were engraved crookedly on the scabbard. It was a birthday gift from Xuanwo last year that he spent half the night grinding on a stone.

He shifted the knife to his left hand and took out two thunder talismans with his right hand - this was his last possession and he had to use it sparingly.

"Qi Ye." He didn't even turn his head.

"Protect it." Lin Qiye's black iron knife drew a semi-arc in front of the stone table, and the sound of the knife drowned out the sound of the waves.

The wound on his shoulder was covered with blood scabs, but was still oozing light red fluid. It was obvious that the talisman only relieved the symptoms.

The immortal beast's tail slammed against the courtyard wall, and the entire wall collapsed.

Wu Hen was staggered by the air wave and his dagger almost fell out of his hand.

He looked up at the monster: its snake tail was half a street long, and its bony wings, when spread out, could cover the red moon.

A drop of blood was dripping from his forehead, producing a black liquid that was dripping onto the ground and emitting green smoke.

"Human." The monster's voice was like two pieces of rusty iron scraping against each other.

“You smell like my people.”

Wu Hen wiped the sea water off his face.

He knew what that "smell" was - three months ago, in a shipwreck in the South China Sea, he had stripped the scales of an immortal beast cub and used them as talisman material.

At that time, the kid was only as thick as his arm, but now this big guy... I'm afraid it's at the level of an ancestor.

"The old man has a good eye."

He squeezed the thunder talisman until it crackled. "But you picked the wrong day to go ashore."

The monster's snake tail suddenly swept over.

Wu Hen lunged to the left and thrust his short knife into the crevice of the rock to gain leverage.

The snake's tail brushed against his back, tearing off a piece of fabric.

He smelled a burning smell and knew that the poison in the tail had corroded the fabric.

"Wu Hen!" Lin Qiye shouted.

Wu Hen looked up and saw the vortex on the stone table.

The boy's face was as white as paper, and the dark red flame in his sea of ​​life was only the size of a bean.

Bu Li's white beard had turned completely gray. He placed his hand on Xuanwo's heart, and green energy leaked out through his fingers - this old man was risking his life.

"Old Bu!" Wu Hen roared.

“That’s enough!”

Bu Li didn't look up, but coughed even harder: "Go and fight!

If you can't wake up... you'll spend the rest of your life kneeling in the ancestral hall."

Wu Hen's throat tightened.

He remembered that half a year ago, when Xuanwo had a high fever, it was this old man who turned over three pounds of wild ginseng to make medicine.

At that time, the old man patted his chest and said: "I, Bu Li, have lived for eighty years. I can give this kid another ten or eight years of life. It's a piece of cake."

Now it seems that this "side dish" might cost me half my life.

The monster flapped its bony wings, and the wind it created blew off the roof.

Tiles fell down with a crackling sound, Wu Hen rolled on the ground, and the thunder talisman hit the monster's feet.

A blue light exploded, and the blue-scaled snake body was scorched.

The monster felt pain and lashed Wu Hen with its tail.

He couldn't hide away.

“Dang—”

The black iron knife was held horizontally in front of him.

Lin Qiye rushed over at some point, pressing his blade against the snake's tail.

His knuckles were bleeding and the blade was cracked with fine lines.

Wu Hen took the opportunity to flip over to the back of the monster and stabbed the dagger into the gap between the scales - this was the weakness he found after studying the Immortal Beast Atlas for three days.

"Ah!" The monster swung its tail and knocked Lin Qiye away, hitting the remaining screen wall at the gate of the courtyard.

Wu Hen was dragged flying and hit the corner of the stone table, his ribs trembling with pain.

He saw Lin Qiye crawling up, holding his chest with his hands, the knife still in his hand, his knuckles as white as bones.

"Seven Nights!" he cried.

"Go help Lao Bu!"

Lin Qiye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "You can't hold on."

"I have to hold on even if I can't!" Wu Hen pulled off the corner of his clothes and wrapped it around the short knife.

"If that kid dies, you and I will have to go to the mass grave with him!"

Lin Qiye paused, turned around and rushed towards the stone table.

The black iron knife was stuck in the ground. He half-knelt to protect Bu Li and Xuanwo, with his back facing Wu Hen.

Wu Hen looked at his back and suddenly remembered that this kid was like this when he first entered the Demon Suppression Division - he spoke little, but was reliable.

The monster's snake tail swept over again.

Wu Hen dodged to the left, and the right bone wing pressed down.

He rolled to the right, and the snake's tongue spit out, and the fishy smell made him dizzy.

The thunder talisman was used up, and I couldn't tell whether the blood on the dagger was my own or the monster's.

He heard his own rapid breathing, mixed with the monster's roar and Bu Li's increasingly weak cough.

"Old man, please give me some strength!"

He cursed, but saw Uzumaki's fingers move.

The small dark red flames shot up high, emitting a crackling sound.

Bu Li's gray beard suddenly turned completely white, and he leaned back and fainted.

Lin Qiye caught him and turned to Wu Hen and shouted, "Xuan Vortex is awake!"

Wu Hen felt relieved.

He took out the last thing from his arms - it was the amulet that Xuanwo had stuffed into his hand, with a crooked "Wu" character embroidered on it.

He stuck the talisman paper on the dagger, and the blood seeped into it, causing the talisman paper to emit a faint golden flame.

"Come on!" he yelled.

"I'm going to chop you off today, old bastard!"

The monster's snake tail swept over again.

Wu Hen rushed forward and stabbed his dagger into the softest flesh of the snake's tail.

Pale golden flames shot up along the wound, burning the monster's scales and making them crackle.

It swung its tail in pain, throwing Wu Hen into the air.

He flipped over in the air and stabbed the dagger down, piercing the blood bead on the monster's forehead.

“Crack—”

The blood beads shattered.

The monster let out a shrill scream, its snake tail curled up into a ball, and its bony wings flapped wildly.

Wu Hen fell to the ground, the dagger slipped out of his hand and rolled to Lin Qiye's feet.

He climbed up on his knees and saw the monster's body was collapsing.

The scales fell off one by one, revealing the rotten red flesh inside.

"Gone." He said, his voice very hoarse.

Lin Qiye picked up the dagger and handed it to him: "Where are you going?"

"Go home." Wu Hen smiled.

“Take the vortex home.”

...

In the fishing village on the other side, An Qingyu stood in front of the straw hut holding a hatchet.

Cao Yuan was lying on a straw mat, his whole body was black, and black blood was flowing from his mouth - that was the poison of the Black King.

Shen Qingzhu stood in front of her, his hand gripping the Demon Subduing Pestle of the Demon Suppression Division, his knuckles turning white. "Qingyu, he's still alive."

"Alive?" An Qingyu's voice was as cold as ice.

"His life sea was already devoured by the Black King.

What is lying here now is the Black King's food.

Shen Qingzhu's demon-subduing pestle trembled: "But... he is the logistics of our team.

Last month he helped me repair the talisman pen.

"He repaired the talisman pen for you last month, and now the Black King is using his bones as a ladder to climb up." An Qingyu took a step forward.

"Qingzhu, smell this."

Shen Qingzhu sniffed.

There was a sweet, fishy smell in the air, like rotten lychees.

Her face turned pale - this was a sign of the Black King's arrival.

"Pangpang is still at the east end of the village." An Qingyu said,

“You take him away.

Run towards the Demon Suppression Division and don't look back."

"how about you?"

"I'll send the Black King on his way." An Qingyu knocked the hatchet against the pillar of the straw shed, and a chip appeared on the blade.

"The Black King wants to use Cao Yuan's body to manifest in the world. If I cut down this pillar, it will have to find another host."

Shen Qingzhu bit her lip: "What if...what if I can't kill it?"

"If you can't kill him, then chop him to death." An Qingyu took out the candy wrapper from her pocket - it was given to her by Baili Pangpang.

"Do you remember we were at the mass grave three years ago?"

"I was entangled by a corpse demon, and you cut off its tail."

"Now it's my turn to protect you."

Shen Qingzhu's tears fell.

She wiped her face and grabbed the bamboo basket next to her: "The fat biscuits are still in the basket."

"I...I'll wait for you at the entrance of the Demon Suppression Bureau in half an hour."

"Okay." An Qingyu smiled.

“Remember to save a cookie for me.”

Shen Qingzhu ran away.

An Qingyu squatted down and looked at Cao Yuan's face.

His eyes are completely black, with no whites.

She felt his wrist—the pulse was beating slowly, once, twice, like a death knell.

"I'm sorry," she said softly.

“But you don’t want to be a monster, right?”

The moment the hatchet pierced Cao Yuan's heart, black blood spurted out and splashed on her face.

A black wind suddenly blew in the straw hut, causing the candle flame to flicker.

Cao Yuan's body began to swell, his skin cracked, revealing the wriggling black scales inside.

An Qingyu stepped back and bumped into the pillar of the straw hut.

"boom--"

The roof of the hut was blown off.

An Qingyu looked up and saw a ball of black fire condensing in the air, like a ball of red-hot charcoal.

A low laugh echoed from the black fire, as if countless people were speaking at once: "Human, you are very brave."

An Qingyu clenched the hatchet.

She heard Shen Qingzhu's screams and Baili Pangpang's crying in the distance.

The black fire grew bigger and bigger, making it hard to breathe.

She felt something gnawing at her ankle. When she looked down, she saw Cao Yuan's hand, and his nails had turned into black scales.

"Fuck you." She cursed and chopped off the hand with a knife.

The black fire suddenly exploded and turned into black rain all over the sky.

An Qingyu was knocked over by the impact and hit the wall of the straw hut.

She saw the black rain falling on the ground, corroding it into smoking pits.

A huge fire broke out in the fishing village in the distance. It was a black fire that made the beams of the houses crackle.

"Shen Qingzhu!" she shouted.

“Chubby!”

No one answered.

She got up and saw a dark shadow towards the east end of the village.

The black shadow was very tall, taller than the old locust tree in the fishing village. Its outline was like a person, but it had three heads.

It turned one of its heads, its eyes two balls of black fire, staring at her.

An Qingyu's throat tightened.

She took out the candy wrapper from her pocket and suddenly remembered what Baili Pangpang said: "Sister Qingyu, you won't be afraid after eating the candy."

She put the candy wrapper into her mouth. It tasted sweet and tasted like orange.

"Come on." She raised the hatchet.

"I'm going to chop you off today."

The shadow moved.

The ground began to shake, as if a giant was stamping his feet.

An Qingyu ran forward, the hatchet burning in his hand.

She heard the sound of wind behind her, getting closer and closer...

"Sister Qingyu!"

It was Baili Pangpang's voice.

She turned around and saw Shen Qingzhu holding Pangpang standing at the entrance of the village, waving at her.

An Qingyu smiled and ran faster.

A black wind blew up behind him.

She felt something grab the back of her collar with such force that it seemed to tear her apart.

She gritted her teeth and lunged forward—

"Caught him!" Shen Qingzhu shouted.

An Qingyu's hand was held by Shen Qingzhu.

The two girls dragged Baili Pangpang and ran towards the Demon Suppression Division.

There was a loud bang behind me, like a landslide.

An Qingyu didn't dare to look back. She heard Shen Qingzhu crying, Pangpang burping, and her heart was beating so fast that it was about to jump out.

They didn't dare stop until they ran past the old locust tree at the entrance of the village.

An Qingyu turned around and saw a black fog rising from the direction of the fishing village.

There was a huge shadow in the black fog, slowly standing up.

"What is that?" Shen Qingzhu asked tremblingly.

An Qingyu didn't say anything.

She looked at the shadow in the black fog and suddenly remembered the record in the ancient text of the Demon Suppression Pavilion: "When the Black King appears in the world, heaven and earth mourn together."

The wind blew over with black mist, carrying a stench of rotting flesh.

An Qingyu took out the talisman paper from his pocket, but found that his hands were shaking.

She handed the talisman paper to Shen Qingzhu: "Take it.

If I...you take Pangpang to the Demon Suppression Division to find Wu Hen and the others."

Shen Qingzhu stuffed the talisman back into her hand: "We must die together."

An Qingyu smiled.

She turned her head to look in the direction of the Demon Suppression Division, where there were lights, companions, and hope.

The shadow in the black fog is still growing, but so what?

"Let's go," she said.

"go home."