Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 468: Sword Immortal Transformation and Grace

Nixya looked at Lin Qiye who was standing there in a daze.

"Mother..." Lin Qiye murmured to himself. These two words were like a thunderclap, exploding in his heart.

He never thought that he could still have a mother and feel the warmth of maternal love.

His nose felt sore and his eyes reddened. He took a step forward and hugged Nixya tightly, "Thank you, mother."

Nixya gently stroked Lin Qiye's hair, and a crystal teardrop slid down the corner of her eye.

At this moment, she was so satisfied and so happy.

She condensed all her life's cultivation into a seed and gave it to her child, hoping that he could find his own place in this troubled world.

"Ahem," Zhou Ping'er said, coughing twice, breaking the warm atmosphere. "Nixia, my sword, what do you think?"

Nixya let go of Lin Qiye and turned to look at Zhou Ping'er.

"What's the matter?"

"After this is done, I hope you..."

Nixya paused and did not continue speaking. Instead, she turned her gaze to Lin Qiye, "Ye'er, mother has some things to take care of. You can talk to this... Senior Zhou."

Although Lin Qiye was confused, he nodded obediently.

"Okay, mother." He looked at Zhou Ping'er with a hint of inquiry in his eyes. "Senior Zhou, you and my mother..."

Zhou Ping'er looked at Nixya deeply and did not answer Lin Qiye's question. She just said, "Your mother will not harm you. There are some things you will understand later."

He paused, then continued, "My sword is called 'Qingming'. I'm lending it to your mother today. I hope she will use it well."

As she spoke, a light flashed in Zhou Ping'er's hand, and a long sword that was completely green appeared out of thin air. A faint green light flowed on the sword, as if it contained endless vitality.

Nixya took the Qingming Sword and lightly ran her fingertips across the blade, feeling the cold touch coming from the sword. A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Don't worry, I will make the best use of it."

She put the Qingming Sword into her pocket and looked at Lin Qiye deeply again, "Ye'er, take care."

After she finished speaking, Nixya disappeared into the night in a flash, leaving behind only a faint fragrance.

"Senior Zhou..." Lin Qiye looked at the direction where Nixya disappeared, feeling a little uneasy.

Zhou Ping'er just smiled faintly, "Don't worry, she will come back."

He looked at Lin Qiye with a strange look in his eyes. "Young man, you are quite good." After saying that, he raised his right hand and slowly stretched it towards his chest...

Zhou Ping'er's movements were slow and methodical, as if she was performing a solemn ceremony.

The moment his palm touched his chest, an indescribable majestic aura instantly erupted, like a volcanic eruption or a star explosion.

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth gathered towards him madly as if attracted by a magnet.

"We sword cultivators should use the three-foot-long sword in our hands to eliminate all injustices in the world!" Zhou Ping'er's voice was like a huge bell, making Lin Qiye's eardrums buzz.

His eyes were as firm as a rock, staring straight at the sky, as if he wanted to see through the world.

"Olympian gods, you offended my Great Xia in the past. Today, I, Zhou Ping'er, will avenge you on behalf of my Great Xia!"

His body began to become transparent, like a scroll being gradually erased.

Strands of white laws were drawn out from his body, intertwining and entwining in the air, forming a huge cocoon.

These white threads emit a soft light, carrying a sacred and tragic atmosphere.

Lin Qiye watched all this in shock. He felt as if he was in a huge whirlpool, and everything around him was spinning rapidly.

He wanted to say something, but found that his throat was blocked and he couldn't make any sound.

Nixya stretched out her hand, grabbed the scattered white threads of law, and forced them to condense into a beating heart.

This heart emits a warm light, but also carries an indescribable sadness.

She took out an exquisite jade box, carefully sealed the heart inside, and then handed it to Lin Qiye.

"Ye'er, take it." Nixya's voice was a little hoarse, but full of determination. "Maybe one day in the future, someone will be able to save him."

Lin Qiye took the jade box, his hands trembling slightly. He looked at Nixya,

"Ye'er, it's time to settle some old accounts." Nixya looked into the distance, with a hint of coldness and murderous intent in her eyes, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"You, take care of yourself."

After she finished speaking, she no longer looked at Lin Qiye. In a flash, she disappeared into the night, leaving only one sentence echoing in the air, "Wait for me."

Lin Qiye tightly grasped the jade box in his hand, feeling mixed emotions.

He stared at the direction where Nixya disappeared, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

At this moment, a rustling sound of footsteps came from the depths of the fog.