Slaying Gods: Ancestral Witch Agent, Starting with the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique

Gu Tianchen mentioned that he was an excellent undercover agent.

Shen Qingzhu asked coldly, "What do you want to do?"

The Ninth Seat looked at Shen Qingzhu and asked in a deep voice, "Young man, do you have the courage to come with me to kill Yiyu?"

Shen Qingzhu's eyes were filled with the flames of revenge. The Egyptian god of the underworld had descended, and the mummies were causing chaos. The culprit behind all of this was the ravings of the Ancient God Church!

"go!"

The Ninth Seat, carrying Shen Qingzhu, sped off in one direction.

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High up on the building, the disheveled Yiyu Lian's tailcoat was covered in bloodstains, making him look extremely disheveled.

"The Egyptian cat goddess is really troublesome; I almost died at her hands..."

The dream projection, combined with a trick, allowed the dreamer to briefly escape Best's pursuit. The dreamer muttered to himself with lingering fear.

"Lord Yiyu, are you alright?"

The Ninth Seat quickly stepped forward and looked at him with concern.

Yiyu was initially nervous, but breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing that it was the ninth seat and said, "Oh, it's you. How are the others?"

The Ninth Seat's tone was filled with grief and indignation.

"The first seat was severely injured by Gu Tianchen and two earth dragons, and his whereabouts are unknown..."

"The third seat was killed by Lin Qiye, the seventh seat died at the hands of the girl in the blue Hanfu, and the twelfth seat was killed by members of Team 008..."

"Only your subordinates fought their way out. Lord Yiyu, our followers have suffered heavy losses this time..."

Yiyu closed her eyes and carefully sensed it. "The soul contract of the First Seat has disappeared, and he must have died in battle."

"Of all the believers I painstakingly built up, you're the only one left..."

The tone of his murmurs was filled with sorrow.

"Rest assured, Lord Yiyu, as long as you are here, the believers still have hope!" the Ninth Seat said with conviction.

He looked towards the ninth seat and pondered, "What..."

“He Lin,” the Ninth Seat quickly added.

"Yes, He Lin, how long have you been following me?" Yiyu asked.

"Eleven years," the Ninth Seat replied earnestly.

"Eleven years have passed, time really flies..." she murmured.

“Yes, your good days are almost over,” the Ninth Seat said earnestly.

"Yes... huh?!"

Suddenly realizing what was happening, Yiyu looked at the Ninth Seat with a wary expression and asked in a cold voice, "Ninth Seat, what did you just say?"

The Ninth Seat calmly pulled out a pixel camera from his pocket and snapped a picture of the murmur.

“I said, your good days are over. This photo will serve as your funeral portrait.”

Yiyu's eyes turned cold as she threatened, "He Lin! How dare you betray me! Aren't you afraid I'll use the soul contract to obliterate you?!"

The Ninth Seat smiled slightly, "Hehe, soul contracts are child's play in front of our guild leader."

"President?!" Yiyu looked at the Ninth Seat with a blank expression. "Besides the Ancient God Church, are there other organizations in Great Xia?"

"Excuse me, we are not in Great Xia, but are walking in the mist. Your Ancient God Church is not even worthy to carry our shoes."

The Ninth Seat said with a contemptuous look, "The Ancient God Church's delirium, your death is near."

"Hmph, even if I am seriously injured, I am still not someone that a mere Boundless Realm cultivator like you can contend with."

Just as Yiyu was about to activate Mengqi, her forbidden zone seemed to be frozen in place by something!

The Ninth Seat waved the pixel camera in his hand and said with a smile:

"This is a trump card left to me by our family's president. It can lock you in reality and prevent you from traveling through dreams."

"I wouldn't take on such a dangerous job without the right tools."

"Don't forget, I'm a professional assassin."

Yiyu was taken aback at first, then the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

A black trick appeared in his hand, deceiving the Ninth Seat's pixel camera's ability to freeze reality and dreams.

"Fortunately, I made a deal with the god of trickery, leaving behind three tricks. The first trick was to steal the golden mask and use its divine power to summon Osiris, the god of the underworld."

"The second method, combined with the nightmare projection, successfully lured the Egyptian cat god elsewhere, allowing him to escape a calamity."

"This third step not only saved my life again, but also exposed you, the undercover agent who had been hiding for so long."

Praise be to the god of trickery!

Yiyu's lips curled up slightly, and her eyes were filled with killing intent as she looked at the Ninth Seat.

The Ninth Seat never expected that Yiyu would hook up with Loki and get such a disgusting way to save his life from him.

Fortunately, he didn't let the little guy show up with him, otherwise another life would have been lost for nothing.

Hey kid surnamed Shen, you'd better hide well!

Just as Yiyu was about to kill the Ninth Seat, a straight sword stabbed towards Yiyu's back like a ghost.

puff!

Shen Qingzhu pierced Yiyu's heart with a single stab, and before he could even rejoice, Yiyu in front of him had already vanished into countless streams of light...

The murmur appeared behind Shen Qingzhu and said with a smile, "I discovered your existence a long time ago. This nightmare projection is the bait to lure you in."

Shen Qingzhu's eyes turned cold as she turned to Yiyu and said in a cold voice, "Yiyu, I will make you pay for your crimes in blood and avenge my brothers!"

Yiyu chuckled contemptuously, "Heh, you're just an ant who's barely broken through to the Sea Realm. What can you possibly use to avenge your brothers?"

"Take my life!"

After saying that, Shen Qingzhu revealed a cold smile, pulled out a blood-red cross from her bosom, and plunged it fiercely into her heart!

Chapter 231 The Devil Shen Qingzhu!

boom!

As a terrifying pressure surged into the sky, Shen Qingzhu's aura began to gradually rise!

The sea realm, boundless, Klein...

The crimson cross frantically absorbed Shen Qingzhu's blood, and behind it, a pair of demonic wings slowly unfolded!

Shen Qingzhu's eyes were filled with the flames of revenge, and his whole body was burning with black hellfire, like a demon crawling out of hell!

Swish!

With a gentle flap of her demonic wings, Shen Qingzhu floated in mid-air, looking down at Yiyu from above.

Yiyu stood on the rooftop, completely bewildered.

Is this the legendary "one thought can turn you into a demon"?

Shen Qingzhu reached out and recalled the straight sword, gripped the hilt and raised it high above her head, unleashing terrifying demonic power!

"I judge you in the name of the devil, you babbling madman, you deserve to go to hell!"

The man was completely numb. He had only ever heard of angelic judgment in his life, and this was the first time he had ever encountered a demon playing the judgment game.

Don't think that just because you have wings on your back, you're an angel!

The delirious, defiant mutterings unleashed a dazzling and mesmerizing burst of nightmare energy at Shen Qingzhu in the air.

boom!

Shen Qingzhu pressed down hard on the straight sword in her hand, and a demon sword with black wings slowly unfolding from the hilt, burning with hellfire, descended from the sky!

The whispered attack was instantly shattered by the giant demon sword. In a panic, the whispered creature quickly used Dreamy Claw to hide itself from reality into a dream.

puff!

The demon's sword fell, the dream shattered, and the severely wounded Dreamy Whisper was forced to reveal itself, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Shen Qingzhu said coldly, "The Sword of Judgment, no matter where you hide, you cannot escape its judgment. Yiyu, your death is near."

The delirious voice, slumped on the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of its mouth and said viciously, "How dare you, a demon monster, initiate a judgment?!"

Shen Qingzhu's demonic wings fluttered gently behind him, suspending him in mid-air as he looked down at Yiyu and said calmly:

"Fallen angels are still angels. It's reasonable for me to borrow the power of fallen angels to unleash the Sword of Judgment, isn't it?"

"Reasonable my ass!"

Talking in one's sleep directly leads to a breakdown in mental defenses, resulting in a fit of profanity.

Shen Qingzhu raised her hand, and the power of the demon transformed into a sword of judgment, gathering once again above Yiyu's head.

The delirious man was terrified, but no matter where he hid, the black sword of judgment always hung high above his head, following him like a shadow.

Goodbye, ramblings.

Shen Qingzhu's eyes narrowed, and she gripped the straight sword in her hands and pressed it down hard. The sword of judgment that was hanging above Yiyu's head descended like divine punishment, killing Yiyu instantly and obliterating her body and soul!

Clang!

A purple iris brooch fell to the ground and was picked up by the Ninth Seat.

The light on the purple iris brooch dimmed instantly, and the murmured voice said, "She's really dead..."

The Ninth Seat looked at Shen Qingzhu in the air and said with a smile, "Good lad, I knew I hadn't misjudged you. If it weren't for you, I would have crashed and burned this time."

puff!

The demon wings disappeared, and Shen Qingzhu coughed up a mouthful of blood as she fell from the sky.

The Ninth Seat quickly stepped forward and caught her steadily, checking on Shen Qingzhu's condition.

The Ninth Seat, who had used his mental power to examine Shen Qingzhu's physical condition, frowned; his life force was rapidly draining away...

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