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Chapter 117 Please Kill Me
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere became weird.

Quite a number of outstanding people with fluttering robes on the cliff, turned their gazes to Sikong and Zhulong in front of the solitary grave in Qingshan, unexpectedly remained silent.

Who is the King of Yue?
In the past, there was a feat of killing the gods, seizing the luck of the gods, overwhelming the heroes, and the army and horses had a fierce reputation for ten years.

After that, he beheaded six masters who obtained the precious blood of Christ, and sat on the top of the green hill, overlooking the last days of Middle-earth.

Although he looked sick when he fell off the altar, no one dared to underestimate him.

Anyone who dared to underestimate him was killed by his bullying appearance.

Unknowingly, Sikong has become the person under the gods, the group of people that all the contestants are least willing to provoke.

"Cough cough cough..."

Coughing seems to have become Sikong's golden signboard. Many people turned pale with fright when they heard the coughing sound, and quickly retreated several miles away. Only then did they stabilize their minds and sit and watch the wind and rain.

Sikong put down the hand covering his mouth, and the bright red color in his palm was extremely familiar.

"King Yue..." Huo Wu walked to Sikong worriedly, her eyebrows furrowed, and a hint of sadness appeared on her face.

"fine."

Sikong waved his hand, suppressing the boiling energy and blood, and looked deeply at the Zhulong on the other side where the flood was the stream and the mountain peaks were the islands.

Perhaps it was God's will that Zhulong's challenge to him in the practice room has continued to this day.

Zhulong really broke through to two dimensions.

But Sikong is still moving in one dimension.

However, Sikong still slowly grasped the holy sword stuck in the ground.

Sterling, sweeping through the crowd, wisps of piercing murderous intent emanated from Sikong's body, and the sound of the big waves crashing on the shore stopped, his face suddenly became extremely indifferent, without the slightest emotion, and the evil spirit in those blood plum eyes was even more serious.

Everyone's eyes became solemn, staring at the next battle.

"You actually betrayed me!!"

Suddenly, there was a sound that was clearly very calm, but everyone could feel the sound of magma erupting in it, blasting the entire Middle-earth world.

The stone pillars collapsed, the gravel slid down the ocean, and the peaks were flattened, making the flood even more raging.

The green mountain under Sikong's feet was also crumbling, the landslides, most of the entire mountain peak collapsed.

The tomb in Shougu City was swept away by a wave, and the tombstone that was broken into several pieces disappeared in the flood.

The sound waves are like knives, and the knives cut people's hearts.

Huo Wu originally wanted to grab Sikong's left hand, but saw Sikong subconsciously retract his left hand, hold the holy sword with both hands, and stabilize his body.

So Huo Wu's steps softened and he knelt down on the ground.

When Sikong raised his head, he saw thousands of rays of light like blood in the sky, violent winds and clouds, and hideous cracks across the sky.

In Yahweh's left hand, he held a head with eyes wide open and black blood flowing from its neck.

This is the head of the Thousand-Eyed Demon God.

The divine light of Jehovah was a bit illusory, and the white clothes were pierced by Jialandi's spear of judgment, revealing a body possessed by divine power.

"Jialandi, you are my dearest brother, why did you betray me..."

Yahweh's face hidden behind the hazy divine light was very calm, as if this betrayal only happened to other people.

The thousand-eyed demon god is one of the five primordial demons in the underworld. Even he, Yahweh, has exhausted all means to slay demons, and none of his divine powers exist.

Unexpectedly, at the last moment when he was slaying the demon god, the eight of his most trusted conferred gods actually turned their backs on the battlefield and turned their murderous intentions on him!

"Jehovah when he was young? Haha, I didn't expect that I, Kunlun, would fight against such a strong man!"

Jialandi is holding the spear of judgment. No matter what the "brotherly love" is, he will stab the Lord with one spear and kill him on the spot!
"Um?!"

The divine light of the Lord suddenly disappeared, and then reunited, and the white clothes fluttered, and the holy appearance was restored.

Yahweh glanced at everyone, omniscient and omnipotent ability to see past life and present life, and suddenly understood something: "You are not people of this time period."

There was no answer, and the eight contestants who killed gods and became gods rushed forward without saying a word.

At this moment, the arrow is on Xuan and has to be fired!
The scepter of nature turned into a heaven and earth cage, directly intercepting Jehovah's world and trapping it in the cage.

The spear of judgment pierces the nether world, and the bright flames pierce into the cage.

There was even a dragon chanting and roaring, and a thunder dragon covered the sky with its wings, vomited a sea of ​​thunder from its mouth, and concealed the cage of heaven and earth.

Magic spells, time distortion...

The eight gods used their means together to unleash the power of truth they possessed.

"Time is up!"

The elf goddess screamed, her voice was melodious and melodious, like a clear spring.

And following her voice, I saw that in the heaven behind Yahweh, the thousands of believers who had abandoned their flesh and believed in him suddenly disappeared, leaving his magnificent heaven only cold. quiet!
His followers are just competitors of the empire, even if they are shaken by the temptation of religion and believe in him, the enemy of the empire.

But once he dies, he will leave Middle-earth very quickly and return to reality!
The departure of the contestants also takes away the power of faith!
The power of faith disappeared, and Jehovah's divine power suddenly became like water without a source, so thin that even his figure became illusory, and the intertwined divine body became extremely weak.

On the other hand, the eight gods, although their divine power has also dimmed, they are not real gods after all, and they are not following the practice system of becoming gods with incense and fire.

Although their strength has been greatly reduced at this moment, the strength gap between them and Jehovah has been greatly narrowed by taking advantage of the luck they have plundered in the 20-year competition!

"go to hell!"

Jia Randi shouted loudly, and the spear of judgment pierced directly through Yahweh's divine drive, and the front and back were bright.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Yahweh grabbed the spear of judgment, and golden blood flowed from his chest. He looked at the eight gods in front of him, and those people in the flood with indifferent eyes and a sense of superiority, and laughed loudly——

"No matter what my existence means to you, your appearance proves that I cannot die today!"

The voice of Yahweh still resounded in his heart, Sikong looked at the sky, it was just the background of a game, Yahweh who was manifested in the imperial game procedure, his heart was extremely complicated.

He is the only true god who is the originator of the magic world and is one of the most difficult hurdles for the civilization of the empire to break through in reality.

And a billion years ago, he was just a newly conceived god.

Although he and Sikong had different starting points, it also gave Sikong a glimmer of hope.

"One billion years, too long..."

Sikong's eyes were hazy and he muttered to himself, but he never thought of helping Huo Wu who was kneeling on the ground.

He is, selfish.

"Um?!"

Suddenly, an intuition that was like the hissing of a poisonous snake emerged in his heart for no reason. Sikong felt his mouth was dry, his scalp was numb, he was uneasy, and his hands were covered in cold sweat.

He was extremely familiar with this feeling, especially when his mental threshold rose, it became clearer.

Someone is going to kill him!
And it was a narrow escape from death, which made half of his foot step into the gate of hell!

Even six years ago, when he went to rescue Shougu City and was entangled by three gods, fighting until he went crazy and was on the verge of death, the premonition of death was not as strong as this time.

'No, it's not this competition, it's...'

Sikong suddenly raised his head, and the blood in his eyes suddenly became silent: "It's in reality! It's the people of Poison Wolf Star Kori!"

Thinking of this, Sikong felt extremely anxious, reality and competition, which is more important, it is useless to say more.

Suicide back to reality?

Sikong, who cherished his life, thought he couldn't pass the hurdle in his heart, even if it was just an illusion.

'In that case...'

Sikong looked at the god war in the sky, and took a step forward: "Lord? You are so strong, so please kill me..."

(End of this chapter)