Chapter 111: Killing God? Devouring God!

Chapter 111: Killing God? Devouring God!

The roars continued to be heard, and Lan Rong looked in surprise at the mountain god who was waving vines wildly in the hall and Zhao Yushu who was like a butterfly flying among flowers.

What kind of footwork is this? Why is it so fast?

This is definitely not the speed that a second-level heaven person should have. When it reaches its maximum speed, it is even faster than a seventh-level heaven person like himself who is not good at footwork!

The knife kept cutting the mountain god, and it was almost ten times. The mountain god was almost crazy due to being teased.

After dodging the mountain god's attack again, Zhao Yushu turned around and pounced again.

The mountain god grew dozens of arms around his body, almost covering all the space within ten feet in front of him. No matter how fast Zhao Yushu was, he could not easily break through the obstacles and hurt himself. He was absolutely safe within ten feet!

So Zhao Yushu disappeared. The distance was ten feet, and the attack was at full capacity. What could you use to defend the one foot in front of you?

The mountain god felt a pain deep in his soul and slowly lowered his head.

Under the overlapping branches, Zhao Yushu held a broken sword in his hand, which just happened to be resting on the other half of the broken sword that was exposed outside the torso, and the broken surface was tightly sewn together.

"It looks like you are not a Saint Seiya. The same trick works on you every time." Zhao Yushu grinned, with only half of his mouth raised.

Minghong let out an excited low cry, and a golden light from within the mountain god's body flowed along the blade toward the cross section. Wrapped in the golden light, the rust on the Minghong sword quickly faded, and the cross section began to close and disappear visibly to the naked eye.

The mountain god raised his arm and wanted to throw Zhao Yushu away, but when he raised his arm, he only saw branches breaking off one by one, and the sound of bark falling off was endless.

"You..." The mountain god wanted to say something, but finally heaved a long sigh. The trunk slowly opened, revealing the beating fruit core.

"Give it to the black deer." After the mountain god said this, his huge body fell to the ground with a bang. A black shadow emerged, let out an unwilling roar, and slowly dissipated in the air.

Zhao Yushu did not dare to let go until he was sure that the mountain god was no longer alive, then he slowly pulled out Minghong.

Minghong is golden red all over, with a slightly curved tip at the front, looking more like a knife than a sword. The blade is carved with intricate patterns. Before Zhao Yushu can appreciate it, a figure flies in from outside the hall. Zhao Yushu thinks about it, and Minghong disappears in his palm instantly.

At the moment Minghong disappeared, Zhao Yushu felt a roar in his sea of ​​consciousness, and a huge breath swept over his body. Countless tiny fragments were washed away by the surging breath. Zhao Yushu instinctively wanted to reach out to grab it, but his hand slowly dropped down in mid-air.

Those were the remaining soul fragments of the Jade Rat, which had now been cleaned up by Minghong. The mountain god's secret soul-searching method would no longer be able to reveal any clues.

Zhao Yushu let out a long sigh.

Above the Qi Sea, the intact Ming Hong stood beside Madam Xu, and drops of golden liquid slowly fell from Ming Hong and dripped into the Qi Sea.

Zhao Yushu seemed to see the ocean under the setting sun.

godhead!

He finally understood what Minghong's role was.

Minghong completely absorbed the mountain god's divinity and integrated it into his own qi sea. From then on, in addition to Madam Xu's sharpness, his own spiritual energy also had an extra hint of divine power.

Zhao Yushu closed his eyes. Although the mountain god was stripped of his position as guardian god, his sense of the mountains, forests and plants was still there, and Zhao Yushu began to understand all of this. Although it was far from the precision that the mountain god had honed over the long years, he could still feel the closeness of nature to him.

Minghong not only kills gods, he devours gods.

Lan Rong rushed into the hall, looked at the mountain god lying on the ground, then glanced at Zhao Yushu who had his eyes closed and remained silent, and could not help but frowning.

Zhao Yushu's aura was rising. At first glance, he was at the peak of the second level, but now he had broken through the third level and was only a step away from the fourth level. It seemed that he did not have the process of accumulating spiritual power.

As long as he can break through that small barrier, he can enter the fourth heaven at any time. The cultivators of the fourth heaven can already be guests of honor in various states.

Only Zhao Yushu knew that the pass did not exist at all, and the only reason he did not reach the fourth level was because he did not find another magic weapon.

Zhao Yushu opened his eyes and touched his cheek. The swelling had disappeared. Yes, if he got half of Minghong, his health and mana would be full. But if he got the whole thing and couldn't cure the poisoning, it would be a joke.

"Zhao Yushu, are you okay?"

"Thank you, Uncle Lan, I'm fine." Zhao Yushu bowed to express his gratitude, then bent down to pick up the still beating fruit core. This should be the life essence of the mountain god and will be of great use to the black deer.

"Uncle Lan..."

"I am the prefect of Nanyang County. You should call me Lord Lan."

Zhao Yushu narrowed his eyes. What does that mean? I didn’t seem to have offended him. After all, I killed the mountain god. Why does he have this attitude?

"Yes, Lord Lan, this fruit core will be of great use to my friend."

"Take this mountain god's body now. I will send someone to take it away later. When I arrive in Nanyang, I will write a letter to ask for merit for you."

Zhao Yushu nodded. The other person spoke in a very official tone and there was no need for him to put himself in such a bad mood. So he put away the fruit core and turned to look at the seriously injured Zhang brothers.

"These two are from the Zhang family of Nanyang, helping the tyrant to commit atrocities. I hope you..." Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yushu suddenly looked up, and the mountains sounded a warning!

The messenger from the underworld is coming!

"My lord, hurry up, we've arrived at Neijing!" Zhao Yushu rushed out without thinking. When Lan Rong heard the word "Neijing", he turned around and left without asking any more questions.

Zhao Yushu kept switching between the fleeting glimpses and shadow steps in the darkness, and his speed was so fast that Lan Rong was dumbfounded. Until he ran to a pool of water, Zhao Yushu jumped in without hesitation. Lan Rong hesitated and jumped in as well.

Inside the mountain god's hall, the underworld messenger dressed in a black robe walked to the mountain god's body, circled around the body, and then turned and walked towards the Zhang brothers.

"The mountain god is dead, how come you are still alive?"

Zhang Yuan was shaking all over, trembling so much that he couldn't speak, and he tried his best to hide behind Zhang Chun.

Zhang Chun covered his wound and said, "Sir, please save my life. I am useful."

"Oh? What are you good for?"

A hint of hesitation flashed across Zhang Chun's eyes, and then turned fierce: "I have divine eyes!"

Zhang Yuan stopped trembling immediately and looked at his brother in disbelief.

With a "Puff", a broken spear pierced through Zhang Yuan's heart. Zhang Chun burst into tears: "Don't blame my brother, don't blame me, I don't want to die, I really don't want to die."

Zhang Yuan stared at Zhang Chun with his only remaining eye, blood foaming from his mouth.

Zhang Chun stretched out two fingers, yelled, and dug out his right eye. Then he stretched out his trembling bloody fingers towards the eyes of Zhang Yuan, who died with his eyes open.

The messenger from the underworld watched this scene coldly, watching Zhang Chun stuff an eyeball into his eye socket, and then crying and laughing like a madman: "It works, it really works, hahahaha, I can use it too!"

A black robe was thrown over from behind: "You are good, put it on, and you will be a member of the underworld from now on."