Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 413: The Death of the Underworld God and the Rise of the Emperor's Power

Under the endless dim light of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, Osiris' tall figure, which originally emanated endless divine power, was instantly extinguished like a candle in a strong wind.

This scene is like a visual feast, yet it is filled with the horror of death.

Everyone only heard a loud "bang", as if the whole world was torn apart at this moment. It was the power of the god Osiris that was collapsing, and powerful energy fluctuations spread wildly around him with him as the center.

Emperor Feng would not miss this excellent opportunity. He waved his hands, and the underworld of death slowly merged into the shadow of Fengdu like an obedient little pet.

The Fengdu virtual image looked like a long-hungry giant beast, devouring the entire underworld with big mouthfuls.

At this time, it looked like a painting of darkness swallowing darkness. The dark light was constantly flickering and blending, and the surrounding space was distorted beyond recognition.

After Emperor Feng devoured the Netherworld, the fragments that had been robbed returned to his body like wanderers returning home.

In an instant, his divine power rose up like a rocket.

The imperial power was like surging waves, echoing in all directions.

Everyone felt a strong sense of oppression like a mountain, weighing heavily on their hearts.

This sense of oppression is not only from the visual sight of the increasingly dazzling divine power of Emperor Feng,

What's more, he could hear the thunder-like echo of the emperor's power, and the uncomfortable feeling on his body as if it was being tightly pinched by an invisible giant hand.

Everyone was so shocked by this powerful force that they were speechless and could only stare at it all in a daze.

In this tense and shocking atmosphere, a figure stood there quietly, his eyes flashing with complex light, as if he was thinking about something.

He is one of the witnesses of this incident, and his existence is like a fuse that is about to ignite the next storm.

Zhou Ping'er slowly sheathed the Dragon Elephant Sword. The friction between the sword and the sheath made a crisp "clang" sound, as if making a final summary of the battle just now.

His face was pale, and he covered his chest and coughed violently a few times, with a fishy and sweet taste rising in his throat.

"Ahem...goodbye." Zhou Ping'er bowed, her tone weak but with unquestionable firmness.

He turned and walked away, his steps a little unsteady, but revealing a sense of freedom and carefreeness, quite like a knight who would leave after completing his mission, hiding his achievements and fame.

Seeing this, Emperor Feng seemed to want to say something, his lips moved, but he finally swallowed it back.

He looked deeply at Zhou Ping'er's back, his eyes complicated and difficult to read.

At the same time, there was a commotion among the crowd watching the battle in the distance.

Osiris's breathtaking divine power suddenly disappeared without a trace, like a kite with a broken string.

"Hiss... this... the divine power is gone? Osiris wouldn't really be..." Fatty Baili widened his eyes, his fat face full of disbelief.

"Dead?" Jiang Er'er covered her mouth, her eyes full of shock.

Lin Qiye looked at the gradually disappearing Netherworld of Death with a frown on his face.

He touched his chin with his hand and said thoughtfully, "It seems that we have witnessed the fall of a god..."

Wu Hen stood beside Lin Qiye, touched his chin, and nodded in a solemn manner, but there was a cunning glint in his eyes.

"That's right, this Fengdu Emperor is such a ruthless person! Wow, this wave of operations is simply 666! It's even more exciting than the tasks given by my system!"

He secretly glanced at the latest task refreshed on the system interface - "Collect Osiris's fingernail fragments", and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

This system is really weird!

Suddenly, the expression of a woman in green in the crowd changed drastically. She took a few steps back calmly, as if she wanted to leave quietly.

This person is Shen Qingzhu.

On a mountain peak farther away, a man and a woman stood side by side, looking towards Fengdu.

The man was dressed in black and had a stern face, while the woman was dressed in red and looked charming and attractive.

"He... actually succeeded..." the woman said softly, with a hint of disbelief in her tone.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze deep and cold.

"It seems that we need to make some adjustments to our plan..."

He paused, a meaningful smile on his face, "This game of chess is becoming more and more interesting..."

"Holy crap! Awesome! The Emperor of Fengdu, the eternal God!"

Baili Panger jumped up excitedly, his fat trembling like a pool of shaking jelly, and his excited voice echoed in the valley.

"This wave has been directly deified! Who will dare to mess with our Great Xia in the future? Just say the name of the Emperor of Fengdu and scare them to death!"

Jiang Er'er blinked her big eyes and asked curiously, "The Emperor is so powerful, so can we walk sideways in the future?"

Lin Qiye held his forehead helplessly: "Walking sideways? Do you think it's a hairy crab? Although the emperor is powerful, we can't take it lightly."

He paused and looked at Wu Hen, "What's more, our relationship with the emperor... is a bit delicate."

Upon hearing this, Wu Hen smiled wickedly, raised his eyebrows, and glanced back and forth between Lin Qiye and An Yuqing with an ambiguous look: "Subtle? Brother Ye, what you said...tsk tsk tsk tsk, why do I feel a little sour?"

An Yuqing chuckled, his tone meaningful: "In a sense, it was indeed us who let him out."

Jiang Er'er's eyes widened, her mouth opening into an "O" shape. "Huh? What happened? Released? Could it be that the Emperor was sealed before?"

At this moment, a figure slowly approached. It was Zhou Ping'er, who had left earlier with injuries.

"Sword Saint Zhou!" Fatty Baili rushed forward excitedly. "Are you okay? That sword strike just now was absolutely stunning!"

Shen Qingzhu also stepped forward quickly and bowed respectfully: "Greetings, Master Sword Saint."

Zhou Ping'er nodded slightly, her eyes fixed on Shen Qingzhu. Her tone was calm but sharp: "Qingzhu, you've worked hard. I know you're an undercover agent planted in the secret of the gods."

Shen Qingzhu's face froze, and his smile became awkward: "Master Sword Saint, you..."

"My sword strike seemed to be aimed at Osiris, but in fact it only severed the connection between the altar and the underworld. I didn't use my full strength."

Zhou Ping'er said calmly, "If I really wanted to kill him, he wouldn't survive more than three moves."

Shen Qingzhu

Zhou Ping'er waved her hand, her eyes suddenly becoming fierce. "Qingzhu, the situation at the Ninth Floor... is very dangerous."

He paused, and without saying a word, she turned around and ran towards the direction of Jiu Xidi. Her speed was as fast as a flash of lightning, and she brought up a strong wind that made everyone's clothes flutter.

"Hey? Miss Qingzhu, where are you going?" Fatty Baili looked confused. He scratched his head as he watched Shen Qingzhu disappear. "What happened to the Ninth Floor? Did something happen?"

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he slapped his thigh and shouted excitedly, "Miss Qingzhu, wait for me! Ride the dragon! Ride the dragon! It's so fast!"

Shen Qingzhu suddenly stopped and looked back at Baili Pang'er, stunned for a moment.

At the same time, deep in a primeval jungle, a hot, scantily clad woman—a female woman—was sitting cross-legged on the crown of a towering ancient tree, practicing with her eyes closed.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes abruptly, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she muttered to herself: "What happened? Osiris's power... disappeared?"

She flashed and jumped down from the treetop, landing lightly beside the thick roots of a giant tree.

A thin old man with white hair and beard - an old man, was sitting there cross-legged with his eyes closed, resting.

"Old man, something happened." The woman said in a serious tone.

The old man slowly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy eyes: "What's wrong? You're so flustered, how can you be so rude?"

"Osiris... failed." The woman took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

The old man frowned, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes: "Failed? What happened? With his strength, he shouldn't be..."

He paused, his tone suddenly becoming low, "Could it be... the Emperor of Fengdu?"

The woman nodded, her face solemn. "I sense that Osiris's divine power has disappeared, while the aura of the King of Fengdu... has become even stronger..."

The old man was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "This is impossible..."

The old man stroked his snow-white beard, his brows furrowed like a tangled mess.

"Something's wrong. I saw with my own eyes how badly this old guy was beaten.

The laws of the Kingdom of God haven't been restored yet, so it's impossible for them to have the strength to confront Osiris..." He muttered to himself, his voice so low that it seemed to come from underground.

When the woman heard this, a gleam of light flashed in her beautiful eyes, as if she had grasped some key information, and her eyes were as bright as two shining stars.

"Old man, what you mean is..."

The old man had a strange smile on his face, like an old fox that had spotted its prey, with a cunning glint in his eyes.

"Hehe, it seems that the situation over there with the Great Xia God is even worse than we imagined..."

He paused and looked into the distance, as if he had penetrated layers of space and seen some unspeakable secret.

At the same time, in the valley, the pure black altar did not collapse after the power of Osiris dissipated.

Instead, it seemed to be infused with new energy, its surface flickering with a strange black light, as if it were breathing, or brewing something...

The black light grew stronger and stronger, eventually enveloping the entire altar, forming a huge black ball of light that emitted a heart-pounding aura.

The ball of light slowly spun, and the surrounding space began to distort, as if it would be swallowed up at any moment...

"What...what is going on?"

The woman exclaimed, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief, "This altar... seems to have come alive?"

A trace of greed flashed in the old man's eyes. He stretched out a dry finger, pointed at the black ball of light, and said in a trembling voice: "This... This is... a fragment of the godhead!"