noffsinger Chapter 229 Horrible
Chapter 229 Horrible
"Sigh... I'm so lucky to have you guys as my teammates."
Ling Yunxiao sighed, and as he was about to charge forward with the Xing Tian Axe appearing in his hand, the silver light and endless sword blades on Wang Mian's body rose up, and Indra, standing proudly amidst the sky full of lightning, sneered contemptuously.
In Indra's eyes, the two people who blocked his way were not gods of the Great Heavenly Court, but merely human ants who had stolen the power of the gods from somewhere, and were not worth paying attention to.
Therefore, when facing the Demon-Slaying and Yuan-Destroying Sword Indra, he simply waved his hand and unleashed bolts of lightning. He never imagined that he would lose. At this moment, he was already fantasizing about entering the Great Xia City and slaughtering countless innocent people to vent his anger.
Ling Yunxiao stopped in his tracks. He simply couldn't understand what was wrong with the Thunder God of the Heavenly Temple. Did he have some serious illness? Couldn't he sense that his captain was far stronger than him? What was the difference between him casually waving his hand to block and surrendering?
"what……"
Indra's screams echoed throughout the heavens and earth. The king frowned and pointed a finger at him.
Indra's time seemed to freeze instantly, surprising both Ling Yunxiao and Wang Mian.
"He's actually that weak?"
This was something neither of them had expected, as it was truly rare to find a god who could be immobilized with a single finger.
"Feng Shenxiu, come out now! Are you going to watch me die?"
Indra struggled and roared, but his body did not move an inch.
Above the void, a man dressed in a pure white noble robe slowly appeared. He raised his hands and gathered a gale, which blew towards Ling Yunxiao and Wang Mian. The gale rushed towards the two of them and gradually turned into a tornado.
This was someone Han Shaoyun could not compare to; his wind was naturally incredibly powerful.
Ling Yunxiao and Wang Mian retreated simultaneously. They didn't want to fight the gale head-on, so they could only send Xiu to rescue Indra first.
"What is Lao Wu doing at this time? Why hasn't he come to help?"
Ling Yunxiao was still in the mood for casual conversation. He and Wang Mian still looked panicked as they led the tornado toward the void where they were.
"Whether he comes or not, we won't lose, so why bother showing off the full strength of Great Xia?"
Wang Mian spoke with a smile, his eyes constantly watching his feet. Seeing that the two were almost out of Cangnan territory, he dropped the pretense on his face.
If it weren't for the fear that Feng Shenxiu's tornado would harm the innocent people in Cangnan City, what could be done even if we stubbornly resisted this gale?
"pat..."
Just then, the arrogant guy who was passing by looked up and saw the tornado in the sky. He snapped his fingers.
The moment the storm subsided, Ling Yunxiao appeared before Feng Shenxiu, and the King's Demon-Slaying Sword was placed against Indra's neck.
The two deities had barely stood together when they didn't even have a chance to exchange a few pleasantries.
As Wang Mian raised his knife and brought it down, Indra's head flew high into the air. In Indra's pupils, he clearly saw Ling Yunxiao holding an axe and effortlessly cutting Feng Shenxiu in half at the waist.
"Luckily we made it in time! Han Shaoyun, hurry! This is the source power of the Wind God, go and snatch it!"
Old Wu's voice rang out not far away, with an endless expanse of blood behind him.
Ling Yunxiao grinned and instantly landed in front of the astonished Zhai Ge.
"Shen Qingzhu, are you like Thanos, snapping your fingers all the time?"
"..."
Shen Qingzhu: ━（￣ー￣*|||━━
I just saved these two people, didn't I? Even if I didn't have to meddle, they were able to instantly kill two gods because of me, right? This person didn't even come to thank me, and instead of saying anything nice, he couldn't even speak human language?
"Shen Qingzhu, stop playing around with the Fallen Angel Hell Origin. The Witch God Temple needs a genius like you. Go back with Si Xiaonan!"
Ling Yunxiao raised his hand and gently patted Shen Qingzhu's shoulder. He dared not even imagine that if Shen Qingzhu obtained the inheritance of the Witch God Temple, would she directly lead the Witch Clan out of the Underworld and regain a place in the Primordial World?
"Instructor Ling, did you eat any poisonous mushrooms today?"
Shen Qingzhu subconsciously took a step back. He didn't know who Si Xiaonan was, and he didn't understand anything about fallen angels. He couldn't comprehend Ling Yunxiao's words at all, so there was no possibility of accepting or refusing them. He just felt that Ling Yunxiao was somewhat mentally ill.
"Hey bro, say yes!"
Baili Pangpang suddenly appeared out of nowhere, grabbed Shen Qingzhu's arm eagerly, and looked at her with burning eyes.
"Never mind, even though I didn't understand, I feel that the Temple of the Witch God, which isn't even mentioned in any books, is probably not in Great Xia. If I just leave like this, what will happen to the Night Watch?"
"Hehehe... Do you think you're Commander-in-Chief Ye Fan or the ultimate swordsman Zhou Ping? Your departure is insignificant, okay? You can come back when you've become stronger."
Compared to Ling Yunxiao, the words spoken by Baili Pangpang, someone Shen Qingzhu knew well, were even more heartbreaking.
Shen Qingzhu looked at the three people in the distance who were helping Squad 136 maintain order, then turned to look at Ling Yunxiao, and fell silent for a moment.
“Shen Qingzhu, Yunxiao didn’t explain clearly just now. I also came back from the Temple of the Witch God. You can go there without worry. No matter how long you cultivate there, as long as you can leave the Trial Grounds, my master will send you back. He controls time. If you want, he can even bring you back here in the next second.”
Wang Mian's voice was gentle. He didn't know why Ling Yunxiao wanted to send Shen Qingzhu to the Witch God Temple, but he still spoke up to persuade Ling Yunxiao.
Shen Qingzhu blinked, still not quite understanding. However, Wang Mian's current strength was obvious to all. If he could become stronger without changing the timeline in the Great Xia Dynasty, he would be very willing.
"Alright, Instructor Ling, then I'll leave it to you."
Ling Yunxiao nodded, mentally instructing the Judge's Pen to ensure that this talent was sent to the Temple of the Witch God.
"My Lord, how do you know that the Temple of the Witch God and the remnants of the Witch Clan are now in the Underworld?"
The judge's pen spoke weakly, utterly bewildered that Ling Yunxiao, who usually seemed easy to talk to but not very bright, could actually guess the location of the Witch God Temple.
"Do I even need to guess? I can conjure up the Candle Dragon using the Book of Life and Death and the Judge's Pen. Isn't that enough to prove it?"
Ling Yunxiao rolled his eyes inwardly. After answering the judge's pen, he looked up at Wang Ye and Nezha. He was thinking that if it wasn't over there yet, he would go over and help.
The scene that came into view could only be described in four words: utterly horrific.
The eleven frost giants were torn to pieces, their icy blue limbs and severed bodies scattered all over the ground. Wang Ye and Nezha were still roaring as they clung tightly to the last frost giant, seemingly playing a game of tearing him apart...