The main body is SSS-level, and the mirror image is also SSS-level.

The heartless man raises his sword.

Seven-colored light burst forth from the sword blade, illuminating the entire divine realm.

Nine Lives wanted to run away.

All ten legs, nine lives, and countless years of accumulated divine power were being used frantically at this moment.

But his body felt as if it had been encased in amber.

He couldn't move a single finger.

"No……"

Nine Lives' voice was squeezed out of his throat, trembling noticeably.

"You can't kill me!"

"I am a true god!"

"I am the true god of the [Nightmare] pathway!"

"You killed me, and the [End] of the Nightmare will not let you go!"

Boqing tilted his head.

It seems I heard something funny.

then.

The sword falls.

The seven-colored sword light had no fancy trajectory.

It's just a straight line.

From top to bottom.

The first divine body that transcends nine lives.

puff.

Nine-colored divine light exploded from Jiu Ming's chest.

His enormous divine body receded backward, and the first temple shattered behind him with a deafening roar.

The first life, ended.

Nine Lives' body exploded into golden fragments, only to reform in the next moment.

He has eight lives.

"you--"

The second sword has arrived.

The cold-hearted figure made no unnecessary movements.

They didn't even move their feet.

With a simple flick of the wrist, the sword light fell once more.

The second temple shattered.

The second life was cut short.

The nine lives were reunited.

This time, there was no longer anger in His eyes.

It is fear.

Pure, deep-seated fear.

"don't want!"

The third sword strike.

Break.

The fourth sword strike.

Break.

Each time Jiuming dies, the speed at which his body regenerates slows down.

When his fifth life dissipated, he had already begun to crawl backward.

A true god.

A true god who has lived for countless millennia.

He crawled backward like a snake with a broken spine in front of a girl.

On the ruins of the fifth temple, Nine Lives reassembled half of his body.

He opened his mouth, as if to cry for help.

The sixth sword strike landed.

His mouth had just opened, and the sound hadn't even had a chance to come out of his throat.

Break.

The Seventh Sword.

Break.

The eighth sword.

Break.

When the last life is reassembled.

Nine Lives is so weak that he can no longer even stand up.

He knelt amidst the shattered ruins of the temple, his nine-colored divine light dimmed like an oil lamp about to go out.

"beg……"

The ninth sword hangs overhead.

The coldness didn't fall immediately.

She glanced back at Bo Jin.

"Brother, this is your last life."

"Do you want to come?"

Bo Jin was about to step forward.

But he suddenly stopped.

A smile curved at the corner of his mouth.

"Wait a moment."

He raised his hand.

"The Mirror of Time".

boom!

The entire divine realm seemed to be enveloped by a giant mirror.

All the light, all the sound, all the movement patterns, all began to recede.

Five seconds.

Rewind five seconds.

Nine Lives' broken body, which had only one life left, was reassembled in the reversed flow of time.

Nine lives.

They're all back.

The nine temples were restored to their original state.

The nine-colored divine light shone again.

Nine Lives stood in the center of the main hall, his eyes still filled with the fear and despair he had just felt.

He was stunned.

"this……"

"My life... is back?"

A surge of elation at surviving a disaster had just begun to rise in his heart.

Boqing has raised his sword again.

The first sword strike landed.

Break.

The second sword strike.

Break.

The screams of the nine-lives had barely begun when they were drowned out by the light of the next sword strike.

The third sword strike. The fourth sword strike. The fifth sword strike.

Faster than last time.

Even more straightforward.

Nine lives were wiped out in five seconds.

The last remnant soul of the Nine Lives knelt in the ruins, its divine light completely extinguished.

"No...no more..."

Bo Jin raised his hand.

"The Mirror of Time".

Rewind five seconds.

Nine lives, fully restored.

A heartless sword falls.

Nine lives, all gone.

Go backwards again.

Another strike.

Go backwards again.

Another strike.

It's like a child knocking down a tower of blocks, rebuilding it, and then knocking it down again.

Have fun.

In this cycle, each time a person is resurrected, they must relive the fear and pain of being killed.

His soul has completely collapsed in the endless cycle of death and resurrection.

During the last resurrection.

Nine Lives even forgot who he was.

He simply huddled in the very center of the temple, clutching his head, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

I dare not look up.

I dare not look at the girl standing on the dragon's head.

She dared not look at the man who could turn back time with a wave of his hand.

Bo Jin withdrew his raised hand and let out a long breath.

"I've had enough fun."

He stepped down from the dragon's head and landed on the ruins.

The sole of the boot crushed a section of temple rubble.

He walked up to Nine Lives.

stop.

"The last time."

Bo Jin raised his hand.

"The Mirror of Time".

This time it only went backwards by one second.

The last life of the Nine Lives, which had been severed by the heartless one, was reassembled.

Only one remains.

Thin Ashes gripped the sword of painful judgment.

The black and red sword light shone.

Nine Lives raised his head.

Those once haughty eyes now hold nothing.

"What... exactly are you?"

Bo Jin did not answer.

It was just a falling sword.

"Nine Lives True God".

"today."

"I wield the sword of painful judgment."

"I will judge you."

"Trial".

The black and red sword light pierced through the last of the nine lives.

The nine-colored divine light shattered inch by inch.

That divine body, which had existed for countless years, was reduced to dust under the power of judgment.

Not even a trace was left.

Righteous God.

fall from the sky.

……

boom!!!

The entire world of the seven emotions trembled.

A huge crack appeared in the sky above the fifth level, running from east to west.

Nine-colored divine light burst forth from the crevice, only to be completely extinguished in the next moment.

Where the light faded, what replaced it was—

blood.

Crimson, thick, blood rain imbued with divine aura.

Start from the sixth floor.

Blood rained down, piercing through the barriers between the layers of the world.

The eighth floor.

Ninth floor

……

Apart from the fifth level and above, the entire Seven Emotions World.

At the same time, blood began to fall.

this is.

God fell.

……

The ninth floor.

Zhou Ye was leading Qin Fentian and Li Qingluo in starting a riot.

Qin Fentian smashed a building with a punch and was about to tell the people behind him to follow.

The words were on the tip of my tongue.

Blood rained down on his face.

He raised his hand and wiped it away.

My palms were completely red.

"What is this thing?"

Zhou Ye looked up at the blood-red sky.

The smile on his face slowly disappeared.

"This is……"

"Divine blood?"

Li Qingluo stopped in her tracks, her grip on the gun tightening slightly.

She sensed the dissipating divine aura.

"A true god has fallen."

The ram rode on the black sheep, whose hooves sank into the pool of blood on the ground.

He looked up at the sky.

He looked down at his feet again.

"My best friend has made his move."

Outside the buildings where they rioted.

Everyone stared blankly at the terrifying rain of blood.

"God...is dead?"

"The true god is dead?!"

Under the rule of the gods, this is the concept that these people are instilled with from childhood.

God cannot be defied.

God will not die.

But now.

Blood rain splattered into their eyes.

The eighth floor.

A martial arts sect is holding a grand sacrificial ceremony.

Thousands of disciples knelt in the square, bowing before the Nine Lives statue in the center.

When the blood rained down.

The Nine Lives statue has a crack in the very center.

The crack extends from the forehead all the way to the base.

then.

Broken.

The entire stone statue was shattered into pieces scattered all over the ground.

Thousands of disciples in the square raised their heads.

Blood streamed down their cheeks.

"The statue of Lord Nine Lives... is broken?"

The elder presiding over the ceremony froze in mid-air, his hand holding the incense stick.

The incense was extinguished by the rain of blood.

The smoke dissipated.

The seventh floor.

A group of travelers stopped on the official road.

The blood rain stained their clothes dark red.

A child was tugging at his mother's clothes.

"Mother, blood is flowing from the sky."

The mother looked up at the blood-red sky.

After a long while, she finally took the child into her arms.

"I'm not afraid."

But her own voice was trembling.

The eleventh floor.

Ordinary people who knew nothing stepped out of their homes and saw the sky ablaze with crimson.

Some people thought it was the sunset.

Some people thought there was a big fire somewhere.

Until the blood dripped onto my palm.

It's warm.

It has a fishy, ​​sweet taste.

"This is...blood?"

The crowd on the street began to stir.

Some people were desperately running into the house.

Some people knelt down by the roadside and began to pray.

Many people simply stood there, staring up at the blood-red sky they had never seen before.

Do not understand.

not understand.

But the chill that surged from their very bones told them—

Something has changed forever.

……

The fifth floor.

The Temple of the Gods.

The throne of the Nine Lives exploded.

The throne that once shimmered with nine-colored divine light split open from the very center under the watchful eyes of all the gods.

The fragments flew out and hit the stone pillars of the main hall.

The nine-colored light was completely extinguished.

All that remained was a pile of smoldering remains.

Inside the hall.

On the remaining nine thrones.

All the gods looked at the pile of ruins.

No one speaks.

It was so quiet that you could hear the faint clatter of the fragments still rolling on the ground.

The Qiongqi's ferocious heavy armor emitted a slight tremor.

He looked at the shattered throne of the gods.

There was only one thought in my mind.

When His projection was destroyed by Bo Jin last time, He was cursing and saying He wanted revenge.

Right now.

Suddenly I don't really want to apply anymore.

Damn it.

This thin layer of embers is absolutely terrifying!