Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 770: Masked Face in Danger, King Face Breaks Through, Red Moon's Revenge Leads to 7 Nig

When the light of the silver ring spread over the threshold, the vortex in Wang Mian's arms suddenly moved.

The boy's eyelashes trembled like a butterfly wet by the rain.

The skin that was once so white and transparent was turning gray at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the knuckles were beginning to turn blue.

He made a small, gurgling sound in his throat, like a young animal being strangled by the neck. Wang Mian moved closer to hear clearly: "Captain..."

"I'm here." Wang Mian put his face against his forehead and could feel the warmth seeping out through his pores.

“I’m here.”

Xuanwo's fingers moved and grabbed the collar of Wang Mian's shirt on his chest.

His fingernails had completely faded to gray, but his fingertips were still exerting force.

As if she was trying to squeeze her last bit of strength into the ball of cloth, "Red Moon is going to burn through the spell... Sister Yue Gui can't hold on..."

The king's Adam's apple rolled.

He could hear the Moon Ghost's panting behind him. The sound was like the whine of a broken bellows, clearly still struggling with the lingering effects of the Red Moon.

The sound of Qiangwei's knees scraping against the blue bricks when she dragged the person hurt his eardrums.

Tan Xiang's hand that was supporting Xing Hen was shaking, causing their shadows to sway into one.

"Shut up." Wang Mian said, biting his back teeth.

"I'll take you all out, leaving no one behind."

Uzumaki suddenly laughed.

His laugh was bubbly.

It was like he was squeezing it out from the bottom of his lungs: "Last year at the team dinner, you said that if we ever got into a deadly situation... we had to leave someone alive for everyone to collect."

His pupils began to dilate, but his fingers were still clutching the hem of Wang Mian's clothes.

"I've looked up information on closed-loop time... Only those at the Divine Ruins Realm can tear open the cracks in the laws.

You are now a pseudo-god, half a breath away..."

"Shut up!" Wang Mian yelled until his eyes were sore.

"What's wrong with me being a pseudo-god? I can handle it!"

"I can't bear it." The vortex's voice was as light as a piece of paper.

"I only have 30% of my mental strength left... I'll give it all to you."

Only then did Wang Mian discover that there were light blue patterns on the backs of their clasped hands.

Those were traces of spiritual resonance, but now those light patterns were no longer flowing steadily.

Instead, it was like a flame blown by the wind, drilling into the palm of Wang Mian's hand.

"Are you crazy?" Wang Mian tried to pull his hand away, but was held tightly by the vortex.

"If your mental strength is drained, you will become a fool!"

"Becoming a fool is better than dying." Tears oozed from the corners of Xuanwo's eyes, mixed with sweat and slid into Wang Mian's tiger mouth.

"My girlfriend...she's getting married next month, and the invitations have already been sent...I can't let her go without anyone sending a wreath..."

Wang Mian was suddenly speechless.

He remembered that last month Xuanwo was squatting downstairs in the team headquarters and making a phone call.

The tips of his ears turned red like cooked shrimps, and he said, "I'll go home to see my parents after the mission is over."

I remember yesterday morning during training, this guy showed him wedding photo samples on his phone.

Said, "Captain, look at this bouquet of flowers. Does it look like the blood mandala we cut down in Nanjiang Town?"

"Fuck mud horse." Wang Mian cursed with a trembling voice.

"If you had said you wanted to get married earlier...I should have forced you to submit a leave application last month."

Uzumaki's laughter became quieter.

His skin began to show fine cracks, like a riverbed that had been dry for a long time.

The backlash from the withdrawal of his spiritual power was gnawing at his life force: "Stop talking nonsense... activate the Yi Yuan Sword."

Wang Mian then noticed that the Yi Yuan Sword had been unsheathed.

The golden light on the blade was jumping wildly as the vortex's spiritual power was injected into it, like a living creature whose spine had been stabbed.

He gripped the scabbard with his backhand, and the vibration from the handle almost shattered his metacarpal bones—

This old knife that had been with him for three years was actually complaining that he was too slow.

"Sister Yue Gui!" Tian Ping suddenly shouted,

“The spell burned through!”

Wang Mian turned his head.

Yue Gui was kneeling on the ground. The yellow talisman paper she was holding in her hands had burned to her fingertips. Sparks splashed on the back of her hands, causing a series of blisters.

She tilted her head back, the red mist in her eyes was like clouds blown away by the wind.

The dark pupils underneath were revealed - that was a sign of complete awakening, but it also meant the final backlash of the red moon.

"Run!" Moon Ghost suddenly roared, his voice cracking.

"Wang Mian, you lead the vortex and run! We will cover your retreat!"

"Bullshit!" Qiangwei pushed the last member to Wang Mian's feet.

Her short blade was still stuck in the ground, and the blood on the blade was seeping into the cracks in the bricks.

"Let's run together. Do you think we are made of paper?"

Tan Xiang didn't say anything.

She carried Xinghen on her back, wiped the wound on his forehead with her blood-stained sleeve, and then nodded to Wang Mian.

This girl, who is usually the most silent, now has fire burning in her eyes.

The light from the silver ring has spread to the center of the main room.

Wang Mian could see the dust particles floating in the beam of light, each particle like a slowed bullet, crashing towards them.

The oppressive feeling of the law of time drilled into the bones along the back of the neck.

He heard his own heartbeat drowning out everyone else's breathing—boom, boom, boom, each beat saying: It's too late.

"Vortex." Wang Mian lowered his head. The boy's eyelashes were no longer moving, and cracks were crawling from the corners of his eyes to his temples.

"How do you open the Divine Ruins rift you mentioned?"

A smile appeared on Xuanwo's lips.

His mental strength was almost exhausted, and even his words began to slur: "Stab the Yi Yuan knife into my life sea... Use my life as a trigger..."

"No!" Wang Mian pinched his neck tightly.

“Let’s try another approach.”

"There's no other way." Xuanxu's fingers loosened Wang Mian's collar and touched his heart.

"In my destiny... there is half a broken seal of the God's Ruins... my father left it to me..."

Wang Mian's hands began to tremble.

He remembered Xuanwo mentioning his father, the senior from the Demon Suppression Division who disappeared in the monster tide twenty years ago.

I remember Xuanwo always saying, "My dad is definitely not dead, he is just trapped in a time gap."

It turns out that it is not a fantasy, it is real.

"Damn it!" Wang Mian cursed, raising his Yi Yuan knife.

“Fuck your dad’s marks.”

The moment the blade pierced the vortex's heart, the boy's whole body was covered with golden light.

The light exploded from his life sea, flowed along the Yi Yuan Knife into Wang Mian's body, burning his meridians and causing pain.

Wang Mian could feel his realm rising rapidly - the middle stage of the pseudo-god ruins, the late stage, the peak,

Then there was a "click" sound, as if something broke.

"Run!" The vortex's voice suddenly became clear, as if it was forcibly lifted up by some force.

"Wang Mian, run away!

Run out and avenge me! "

Wang Mian said nothing.

He turned around while holding the vortex, and the Yi Yuan Sword drew a half arc of golden light in front of him, forcibly cutting a crack in the silver ring of light.

The roar of the Law of Time deafened his ears, but he could hear the Moon Ghost shouting behind him: "Go!

We can’t hold out for half a minute!

"Half a minute is enough." Wang Mian gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

He could feel the God Ruins awakening in his body.

The dormant power was flowing through his blood vessels to his limbs, even causing the ends of his hair to glow with golden light.

Xuanwo's body temperature had already cooled down, but the knife wound on his heart was still emitting golden light, like a lamp for them.

When the silver ring's light caught up, Wang Mian had already rushed to the old locust tree at the entrance of the village.

He could see half a blood scale floating in the shadow of the tree. It was the remaining scale of a giant beast from the abyss, and it was now trembling slightly with the fluctuation of the law of time.

He suddenly remembered what Lin Qiye said, that the secret of the red moon was sealed in the blood scales, but he didn't have time to think about it now.

"Open it for me!" Wang Mian shouted, and the Yi Yuan knife was inserted into the ground fiercely.

Golden light exploded, completely enveloping him and the vortex.

He could feel the hand of the law of time pulling at the light shield, like a child pulling at candy wrappers.

But the power of Shenxu was pushing upwards, and every second was hotter than the previous one.

Uzumaki's head tilted against his shoulder.

Wang Mian touched the back of his neck; the skin there was as cold as jade.

There was still blood at the corner of the boy's mouth, but his expression was relaxed, as if he had finally let go of something heavy on his mind.

Wang Mian recalled that when he first joined the team, everyone called him "bean sprout" because he was too thin.

Now, this bean sprout still couldn't live to see the wedding day.

"I will avenge you," the king whispered into his ear.

"I will settle Hongyue's account one by one."

The light shield suddenly vibrated violently.

Wang Mian looked up and saw that the light of the silver ring had spread to the edge of the light shield, like a group of hungry wolves, scratching the golden film with their claws.

He could hear the screams of the moon ghost, the roar of the rose, and the hum of the sandalwood.

These sounds, mixed with the roar of the law of time, exploded in his mind.

"Hold on." Wang Mian clenched the Yi Yuan knife tightly.

“It’s almost there.”

The power of Shenxu suddenly surged.

Wang Mian felt something cracking in his sea of ​​consciousness, like a door that had been sealed for twenty years and was finally kicked open.

His realm began to rise uncontrollably - the early, middle, and late stages of Shenxu... until it reached a height he had never reached before.

The light of the silver ring exploded outside the light shield.

Wang Mian’s eyes went dark, and when he opened them again, he was standing in a gray space.

There is no sound, no light, only a few sparks floating in the distance, like candles blown away by the wind.

The vortex in his arms was still there.

The boy's skin was no longer cracked, but his breathing was so light that it was almost imperceptible.

Wang Mian felt his pulse and found it was beating very slowly, like the pendulum of an old clock.

"Time gap." Wang Mian said softly.

He could feel fragments of time flowing around him, like sand slipping through his fingers.

This is a loophole in the law of time, and also his only chance of survival.

Suddenly there was a muffled sound in the distance, as if something was hitting the wall.

Wang Mian looked up and saw ripples on the gray sky, like the surface of water hit by a stone.

It is the law of time that is chasing and looking for them.

"We are not yet at a safe place." Wang Mian lowered his head and gathered the vortex into his arms.

“We have to go deeper.”

He lifted his foot and stepped forward, the sole of his shoe crushing a fragment of time.

The fragments made a crisp sound under his feet, like someone was knocking on glass.

Wang Mian walked very slowly, and every step felt like stepping on cotton.

But he knew he couldn't stop - if he stopped, he would really die.

Uzumaki's fingers suddenly moved.

Wang Mian lowered his head and saw that the boy's eyelashes were trembling, as if he was about to wake up.

He leaned closer and heard Xuanwei whisper, "Captain...I'm in pain..."

Wang Mian's nose felt sore.

He touched Xuanwo's face and it felt icy cold, but that bit of warmth was more precious than anything else.

"Bear with it," he said.

"When we get out, I'll take you to eat hot pot. You order the tripe, and I won't snatch it away."

Xuanwo laughed, a very quiet laugh.

Wang Mian could see tears in his eyes, shining in the gray fog between time, like two stars that had not fallen.

The muffled sound in the distance became more urgent.

Wang Mian looked up and saw that the ripples on the gray sky were getting bigger and bigger, as if some huge monster was squeezing in from the other side.

He clenched the Yi Yuan Dao tightly and could feel the vibration coming from the blade - it was an urging and also a warning.

"Let's go," he said.

“We have to move faster.”

The vortex in his arms didn't say anything.

Wang Mian lowered his head and found that he had fallen asleep again, his breathing as light as a feather.

He touched the back of the boy's neck, where there was a faint birthmark, like a small plum blossom, which he had not noticed before.

The wind suddenly got stronger during the break.

Wang Mian wrapped his coat tightly around him and continued forward while holding Xuanwo.

He didn't know how long he had been walking, he only knew that each step was heavier than the previous one, and each step brought him a little further away from death.

A clear phoenix cry came from the distance, like an arrow piercing through the clouds.

Wang Mian suddenly looked up, but saw only half a blood-red scale floating on the gray sky - it was the remaining scale of the abyss monster.

At this moment, it is swaying gently with the flow of time fragments, emitting a strange light.

Wang Mian's hands were shaking.

He suddenly remembered that Lin Qiye had said that the Red Moon was related to the abyssal beast;

I remembered Wu Hen mentioned that there are ancient secrets hidden in the closed loop of time.

But now none of this matters. What matters is that the person in his arms is still alive, and that he can still walk out with his teammates' lives.

The ripples on the gray sky suddenly cracked.

Wang Mian saw light leaking in from the crack. It was the familiar moonlight, red with a hint of blood.

He quickened his pace and could feel the power of Shenxu surging in his body, as if trying to break through some barrier.

"It's almost there." He said to the person in his arms.

“I’ll be out soon.”

Uzumaki didn't answer.

Wang Mian lowered his head and saw that his eyelashes were covered with dust, as if covered with frost.

He touched the boy's face. It was cold, but still warm, which was better than anything else.

The wind stopped during the time gap.

Wang Mian stood in front of the crack and could hear the sounds outside - the sound of the wind, human voices, and the roar of monsters.

He took a deep breath and stepped out holding the vortex.

The next second, severe pain came from all directions.

Wang Mian felt as if countless knives were cutting his skin, piercing his bones, and stirring up his internal organs.

He gritted his teeth and didn't scream, but just hugged Xuanwo tightly, letting the blood flow from the corners of his mouth.

"Shit." He cursed, with a laugh in his voice.

"So breaking through the Divine Ruins Realm... is so painful."

There were footsteps in the distance.

Wang Mian looked up and saw two figures walking out from the moonlight.

The one on the left was wearing a black windbreaker and had eyes as cold as ice; the one on the right was carrying a long sword with a red rope wrapped around its scabbard.

It was Lin Qiye and Wu Hen.

Wang Mian wanted to laugh, but the pain made him frown as soon as he moved his mouth.

He looked down at the vortex in his arms, and the boy's eyelashes moved, as if he was about to wake up.

"Catch it." He said, and sent the vortex into the arms of the two men.

"This kid... saved my life."

Lin Qiye didn't say anything and reached out to take the person.

He placed his fingers on the side of Xuanwo's neck, and when he looked up, his eyes were burning with fire: "Did Hongyue do it?"

Wang Mian nodded.

He could feel the power in his body still growing wildly. The barrier of the Shenxu Realm was like paper in front of him and would break with a single poke.

"I'm going to kill them." Lin Qiye said, his voice as light as a feather, but with a fierce force.

"Leave no one from Red Moon alive."

Wu Hen didn't say anything.

He stretched out his hand and placed it on Wang Mian's shoulder. The warm power from his palm helped him suppress the surging energy in his body.

Wang Mian could feel that the power was very stable, like a mountain, which made people feel at ease.

"Treat the wound first." Wu Hen said.

"The vortex of life... requires the secret medicine of the Demon Suppression Bureau."

Wang Mian shook his head.

He could feel that the barrier of the Shenxu Realm was right in front of him. As long as he took one more step forward, he would be able to break through it completely.

He looked up at the moon. The red moon was hanging in the sky like a bloodshot eye.

"Wait until I break through," he said.

"When I break through, we'll go together and destroy Red Moon's lair."

Lin Qiye nodded.

The vortex in his arms moved and let out a small moan.

Wang Mian looked at him and suddenly laughed: "Qiye, your hugging posture is so fucking stiff."

Lin Qiye ignored him and just lowered his head to adjust the position of his arms.

Wu Hen smiled and patted Wang Mian on the back: "Breakthrough first, the rest... will come slowly."

Wang Mian closed his eyes.

He could feel the power of Shenxu flowing through his body, like a dragon coming to life, crashing into the last barrier.

The red moon was still shining in the sky, but he knew that this light would not last long.

Because he wants to become strong, strong enough to tear apart all conspiracies, strong enough to protect all those who should be protected.

The roar of a monster could be heard in the distance, with fear in its voice.

Wang Mian opened his eyes and saw a ball of golden light floating in his palm. It was the symbol of the Shenxu Realm, and it was dazzlingly bright.

He smiled.

"Here I come," he said.

Then, he felt something shatter inside him.