I studied beheading in a mental institution

"King face?!"

Seeing the gray-clothed and white-haired figure, Lin Qiye blurted out his name.

Wang Mian stood in front of Lin Qiye, pieces of flesh and blood fell to the snow in front of him, and the [Yi Yuan] around his waist was sheathed.

After confirming that Isis could not regain his mobility in a short time, he turned his head and was about to say something when he saw Lin Qiye's current appearance clearly and was slightly taken aback.

"Lin Qiye, your realm..."

A miserable smile appeared on Lin Qiye's blood-stained face.

The king was a little puzzled, he glanced at the bloody Isis in the distance, then scanned the devastated battlefield around him, and his eyes fell on the coat of arms left behind in the snow.

He seemed to realize something, and his whole body stayed in place like a statue.

After an unknown amount of time, his old face full of ravines wrinkled deeply.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably.

In his eyes, endless anger and madness gushed out.

With a low growl, he pulled out the [Yi Yuan] from his waist again, his body broke through the wind and snow, and flashed in front of the bloody but still alive Isis.

He clutched the handle of the knife tremblingly, his knuckles covered with age spots turned pale from excessive force, he stared at the body below him, raised the snow-white blade high, and frantically struck again and again Stabbed into Isis's body.

The depressive growl echoed in the whimpering wind and snow, and the scattered snowflakes flew with his movements. Like a madman, he stabbed dozens of times at the slowly recovering flesh and blood in the snow, and waited until she It had turned into minced meat all over the ground, completely dyed the surrounding snow red, and tremblingly let go of the knife handle.

He knelt powerlessly in the snow, his old eyes slowly closed, and his hoarse voice was full of endless sorrow and self-blame:

"I'm sorry, Lin Qiye...I'm sorry..."

"We... came late..."

Hearing the word "we", Lin Qiye finally showed a relieved smile on his blood-stained face. He lay weakly in the snow, looking up at the monument whose flames were gradually extinguished. Breathe a sigh of relief.

He knew that he was able to keep this sacred monument of the town.

……

Another battlefield.

Zuo Qing stood in front of a snow pit, looked down at Feng Shenxiu who was sealed under his feet, and frowned slightly.

Bright headlights shone through the wind and snow, and a battery car slowly approached. Lu Wuwei stopped beside Zuo Qing, and took off his helmet with his hand.

"How did you come so fast? Didn't you take the unconscious night watchman on the plane back to Beijing?" Lu Wuwei asked suspiciously.

"I sensed the invasion of foreign gods, so I jumped out of the plane and flew here." Zuo Qing replied, and reached out to lift Fengshen out of the snow. Xio's whole body was extremely stiff, motionless like a sculpture.

"Oh... what's wrong with him?"

"I don't know, it seems that someone took action and stopped the process of his body remodeling." Zuo Qing looked around, but found no suspicious figure, "It's strange... in Daxia, is there anyone else who can do this step?"

"I don't think this is the time to discuss this."

Lu Wuwei stretched out his hand and pointed to the skyscraper giant shadow that pinned the two nine-pillar gods to the ground and exploded with hammers in the distance, "What kind of monster is that that is about to smash the heads of the two nine-pillar gods?"

Zuo Qing took a look and said calmly, "That's the Black King."

"Black King? What is Black King?"

"...I won't be able to explain clearly to you in a while." Zuo Qing put Fengshenxiu's body down for the time being, "The two nine-pillar gods are already on the verge of death, find a chance to control them, and then wait for the Queen Mother to make a move to lock the black king." go back."

Zuo Qing glanced at the skyscraper giant shadow with only three chains left on his body, and sighed, "In the current Great Xia, only the Queen Mother can suppress it."

"Is it that strong?"

"It has completely lost control and ran away. Have you seen the last three chains on it? If those three chains are broken again, the 'prison' is completely damaged, and I am afraid it will never be closed again."

"It sounds like the situation is already very urgent." Lu Wuwei glanced at Queen Mother Xi who was fighting with the eight yuan gods in the distance, "but isn't the queen mother dealing with those eight yuan gods?"

"Someone will take over." Zuo Qing raised his head and looked into the distance, "calculating the time, they should be here soon..."

……

boom--! !

The turbulent divine power surged in the air, and the Queen Mother of the West held the Kunlun mirror, looking coldly at the three scarred eight yuanshen in front of her, her cold face revealing a murderous intent.

On the cliff not far away, the corpse of an eight yuan god was being gradually burned into ashes under the blue flame.

Witnessing the killing of an eight yuan god with their own eyes, the other three gods frowned. They glanced into the distance and saw that the nine pillar god still failed to destroy the stele of the god of the town, and their faces showed anxiety.

"What are they doing..."

The Queen Mother of the West snorted coldly, and was about to strike again, when several consecutive thunderclaps sounded from the sky.

Several beams of light flew from the west at an astonishing speed, and landed around the three eight yuan gods. One of the silver streamers hovered in the air for a moment, and flew straight towards the direction of the Zhenguo God's Monument.

Around the three Eight Primordial Gods, a figure of the Great Xia God was outlined. A young man with black hair and red clothes, with a pointed gun on his shoulder, and a hot wheel on his feet, led six or seven Great Xia Gods, and brought the Eight Yuan Gods in the air together. completely surrounded by it.

Seeing this, the faces of the three Eight Primordial Spirits changed suddenly, and they were about to rush out desperately, when a raging fire ignited from nothingness, turned into a ring of fire and forced them back.

"Nezha's rescue is late, please forgive me!"

Outside the circle of fire, Nezha freed his hands and bowed to Queen Mother Xi.

Seeing the arrival of the reinforcements, Queen Mother Xi relaxed her frown a little, and her eyes fell on the distant, completely out-of-control giant skyscraper, her eyes narrowed slightly.

The Queen Mother of the West didn't even look at the three eight yuan gods, and flew straight towards the skyscraper giant shadow, and said lightly:

"Kill them all."

"Yes."

As the figure of the Queen Mother of the West disappeared in place, Nezha held a pointed gun in his hand, and turned his head to look coldly at the three earth-colored Eight Yuanshen.

"You like to run away, don't you? Like to steal houses, don't you?" Nezha's pupils blazed with rage, "What I hate the most... are you dogs who like to steal houses!"

The sea of ​​red flames instantly dyed the drowsy sky into blood-colored clouds.