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

The fire emitted a bloodcurdling scream, and its modified body could not withstand the high temperature generated by the three special flames. It was melted before it could even explode.

Even the pure land made of special metal was burned through, leaving a large hole. Molten red metal liquid fell continuously from the edge of the disc, turning into streaks of meteors, as if the fires of purgatory had descended upon the world!

The residents below, seeing the burning sacred ground, knelt down and prayed to heaven to protect them and prevent further divine punishment.

The flames even dyed the sky crimson, as if the end of the world had arrived!

In the Pure Land.

An Qingyu, wearing the Tang Monk mask, looked at Jiang Er, who had transformed into a jade rabbit mask, and slowly said:

"Destroy it."

Chapter 316 Even a centipede with a hundred legs will not fall down when dead.

Above the Pure Land.

The massive decapitation blade sparked as it rubbed against the silver disc made of a special metal.

The headless man dragged a huge decapitation sword in one hand and held Bingzai's head in the other, throwing it to the ground with a crisp thud.

The gray sparrow stood atop the blood wolf helmet, proudly raising its little head and emitting melodious chirps.

The sick man, dressed in a gray robe, was surrounded by Jialan and Lin Qiye, one in front and one behind.

Bingzai raised his hand, and a strange gray mist containing a terrifying poison burst from his palm, spreading rapidly!

Garan paid no attention to the poisonous fog of the disease, and directly stabbed at his opponent with the Heavenly Sword in his hand!

Seeing the little girl in the blue Hanfu rushing over like a brute, Bingzai smiled contemptuously to himself.

No one can survive his deadly poison. It's such a pity that such a beautiful girl will die from her festering wounds.

hum!

A blinding golden light pierced through the gray fog, heading straight for the heart of the disease!

The illness and disaster hurriedly dodged, but his left arm was still pierced by the indestructible Heavenly Gate.

Looking at the unharmed Garan before him, Bingzai was filled with countless doubts.

Who is this little girl? How come she's not affected by his poisonous fog?

Swish!Swish!Swish!

The Garan Spear struck like a dragon, accompanied by the destructive power of the Heavenly Golden Light, leaving the Pure Land riddled with holes.

The disease-infested creature, unskilled in close combat, quickly retreated, attempting to spread the gray poisonous mist.

The surroundings were shrouded in darkness, and no matter how the poisonous fog churned, there was no way to escape.

Are there more experts?

Hidden in the gray fog, the disease looked around warily, its gray left eye constantly scanning the surrounding environment, but still found nothing.

Lin Qiye held Shenyin in one hand and slowly raised Zhanbai with the other, gently waving it at the disease in the gray mist.

A giant white bear paw shattered the void and slammed down on the disease.

Hearing the whooshing sound behind him, Bingzai didn't hesitate for a moment and quickly dodged forward.

Although he narrowly avoided the attack of the Void Bear, he was still stabbed through the chest by Garan who caught up and kicked him in the direction of Lin Qiye.

Like a cannonball flying backwards, the disease was kicked away by Lin Qiye and flew towards Jialan.

Garan reversed the heavenly palace and stabbed the sick man hard in the chest with the butt of his spear, sending the latter flying back to Lin Qiye's location.

The young couple tossed the illness back and forth like they were playing badminton, having a great time.

The disease that strikes fear into people's hearts and brings like a plague wherever it goes never imagined that he, the dignified No. 5 Oracle, would become part of a couple's play.

The uncle could tolerate the illness that even the aunt couldn't, but the halo around his left eye was spinning wildly, ready to self-destruct.

The toxic fumes produced after his self-destruction were enough to wipe out the entire city of Tokyo!

As expected, the young couple acted in perfect unison. The Heavenly Spear pierced the heart of the afflicted man, while the White-Slaying Blade sliced ​​through the void and severed his head.

The night continued to shrink, enveloping the body of the disease and the poisonous fog, preventing its spread.

Garan, carrying the Heavenly Spear, swaggered over to Lin Qiye's side and placed his hand in mid-air, landing perfectly on Lin Qiye's shoulder.

After disappearing into the shadows, Lin Qiye looked at Jialan with surprise and asked, "Divine Concealment can erase all traces. Even gods might not be able to detect my existence. How did you know my location?"

Garan raised his proud little head and said, "This is called telepathy. No matter where you hide, I can find you. You will never escape my grasp in this lifetime."

Lin Qiye smiled slightly, gazing at Jialan with great affection.

……

despair!despair!despair!

A woman in her thirties with long, flowing hair wore a green robe, and her high heels made a crisp sound as she walked on the clean ground.

Oracle No. 7: Insect Plague.

With a light snap of her fingers, Shen Qingzhu caused a violent explosion that instantly shattered the insect plague into pieces.

Qinghan, standing to the side, looked surprised. "This seventh brother is so weak? You killed him with a snap of your fingers?"

Shen Qingzhu frowned, looked at the remains of the insect plague on the ground, and calmly said, "It's not that simple."

As soon as he finished speaking, the remains of the insect plague transformed into countless poisonous insects, surging towards the two of them like a tidal wave.

"How disgusting!"

Qinghan raised her hand and unleashed a burst of icy power, freezing all the poisonous insects that rushed towards her.

A crisp cracking sound rang out, and all the poisonous insects that rushed over shattered into ice shards.

The wrecked remains of the insect plague twisted and turned, yet still transformed into a swarm of insects that spread in all directions.

Qinghan's eyes turned cold. "Even a centipede, though dead, does not stiffen."

Shen Qingzhu looked at the insect-infested remains in the distance, "We must kill her first to stop the poisonous insects from spreading further."

"Leave it to me!"

Qinghan stretched out his hand, conjuring a longsword of ice. With a single swing, he slayed countless poisonous insects, clearing a path to the remains of the insect scourge.

clang!

With a single slash of the icy longsword, countless poisonous insects coalesced into the body of the insect plague, using arms made of a special metal to block the attack.

The power of ice erupted, and Qinghan unleashed a sword strike, attempting to freeze his opponent into an ice sculpture.

boom!

The insect plague's body collapsed with a crash, turning into countless poisonous insects scattered all over the ground, and Qinghan's sword missed its mark.

The next second, countless poisonous insects once again coalesced into the body of the insect plague, silently appearing behind Qinghan and throwing a fierce punch at her!

clang!

A strong gust of wind swept away the insect plague, which was forced to retreat by the powerful rebound force, and looked at Qinghan, who was completely unharmed, with a shocked expression.

His body, modified with a special metal, was surprisingly unable to cause much damage to this guy.

"You ambushed me?"

With a snap, Qinghan crushed the icy longsword in her hand, and countless shards of ice transformed into ice spikes that floated around her.

Swish!

The ice spikes rained down like a storm, instantly turning the insect plague into countless poisonous insects scattered on the ground. However, a large number of these insects were still pierced by the ice spikes and severely injured.

The insect plague transformed into countless poisonous insects that fled frantically, trying to avoid the deadly ice spikes.

Thankfully, there's still a little left. As long as the green hills remain, there's no fear of running out of firewood.

The poisonous insects scattered and fled. Given enough time, she could reproduce more poisonous insects and then reassemble her body.

Under the influence of the insect plague, the poisonous insects scattered in different directions and fled. Even if only one escaped, she would still have a chance to turn the tide!

Even a centipede, though dead, does not stiffen!

Although her combat strength is the weakest among the seven oracles, her ability to survive is among the best of the seven oracles.

"Want to run?"

Qinghan watched the insects scatter and flee, then pressed his palm to the ground, preparing to unleash his icy power to freeze the entire Pure Land into an ice sculpture.

Swish swish!

Before Qinghan could even make a move, countless white silk threads wove together a gigantic spider web, catching all the fleeing poisonous insects in one fell swoop.

"What's going on?" Qinghan asked, puzzled.

Chapter 317 The Prison Disaster's Last Stand!

The Jorogumo, dressed in a black dress, reached out and grasped at the air, causing the surrounding spiderwebs to tighten.

No matter how much the poisonous insects struggle, they cannot escape this web of fate.

The spider web in Jorogumo's hand gradually condensed into a white sphere the size of a fist. All the poisonous insects inside were stuck and reduced to the size of sesame seeds, unable to move.

"Owner."

The new bride respectfully handed the small spider web ball to Gu Tianchen with both hands.

"You did very well."

Gu Tianchen took the spider web ball, and a flame shot out from his palm, burning the spider web ball to ashes.

A gentle breeze swept by, and the insect plague was instantly reduced to ashes, leaving nothing behind.

In the Pure Land, Yuzai watched as the divine messengers died one after another on the screen, his left eye glowing with an eerie light from its black halo.

"Stop looking, you'll be next to die."

A weathered voice rang out from behind the prison guard dressed in black.

Yuzai slowly turned around, and Yuri Kurotsu, dressed in a black kimono, stood behind him with murderous intent.

He carried a white Thousand Cranes on one side and a golden Mystic on the other, his right hand resting on the black rope, ready to pounce.