I studied beheading in a mental institution

Just when Master Chen was in a daze, Wu Quan's voice suddenly sounded!

"Look outside!"

Everyone turned their heads to look out the window, startled for a moment, then gradually opened their mouths wide in shock...

A drop of water passing through the air suddenly broke into two pieces from the center, the cut was smooth and flat, as if cut by an invisible sword, and then split again in a very short period of time!

Two pieces, four pieces, eight pieces, sixteen pieces...

Everyone just blinked, and a drop of water shattered into a faint mist.

blink again

This sea area...has disappeared.

This sea did not disappear, but every drop of water was cut into mist in an instant!

At the same time, only a few kilometers away from the carriage, three huge restraining gods suddenly stopped, and then, like this sea area, they turned into mist and gradually drifted away... The difference is that the sea area turned into mist It is white, and the mist they turned into is blood-colored.

silent, silent,

The three gods of restraint that could crush several main gods were completely wiped out from this world.

Endless white mist enveloped the world, and the carriage walked silently in a certain direction. Outside the carriage, there seemed to be only boundless emptiness and dead silence.

"What... what happened??"

A member of the [Phoenix] team stared blankly at the mist world outside the window, and opened his mouth in confusion.

Closed somewhere where his eyes were staring at the mist, after a long time, he murmured:

"Sword... is it him? Has he left the customs?"

"Sword? Where is the sword?" Not only the team member, but even Chen Han, who has already been promoted to the human ceiling, asked with a frown.

Guan Zuo pointed at the bottom, with an extremely complicated expression:

"We are in this sword..."

……

"This is……"

Seraphim Lin Qiye waved her wings and was dazed in this endless mist for a long time before she suddenly came back to her senses and turned her head to look in Daxia's direction!

"The sword...is the teacher?!"

The three restraining gods who were chasing and killing the carriage had turned into blood mist and disappeared without a trace. The remaining six restraining gods seemed to have been frightened by some kind of shock, and quickly disappeared in the white mist.

Seraph Lin Qiye didn't chase them down, but waved her wings and flew upwards quickly.

His figure skimmed through the atmosphere, but he still didn't break free from the endless water mist. His height continued to rise until he got rid of the constraints of gravity and reached space, and the drifting water mist disappeared.

Blazing Angel Lin Qiye looked down, his eyes narrowed slightly...

On the gray surface of the earth, a sword mark has been deeply imprinted on the ocean. All the sea water in the path of the sword has been chopped into water mist. space flows,

The end point of this sword mark is the battlefield where the carriage was hunted down, and the starting point...is the direction of Daxia.

Blazing Angel Lin Qiye looked at the sword mark that cut "Ocean", and his eyes were filled with unprecedented shock. He has never seen such a terrifying scene, even when Michael fell from the moon to the earth. That sword was not as shocking as the one in front of him!

A sword pierced out from Daxia, pierced thousands of kilometers of nothingness, and fell to the surface of the sea.When the sword fell, the sea was shattered into fog!

The entire sea area is broken into fog... What kind of concept is that?

How many times does it take a drop of seawater to turn into fog?How many drops of sea water are there in a sea area?

This sword thrust out, not to mention obliterating the three restraining gods, even a supreme god of the level of Zeus, I am afraid there is no possibility of surviving.

Blazing Angel Lin Qiye stared in Daxia's direction blankly, and after a while, his eyes gradually lit up,

"Teacher... are you already so strong?"

……

Summer.

On the edge of the lonely and barren desert, a sword cottage stands on the nothingness of the land.

In this land, there is no wind, no life, no vegetation, only the condensed sword energy floating in the dead air.

Inside the sword cottage,

A figure in black was sitting cross-legged on the ground calmly.

His right hand was pinched into a sword finger, pointing to a certain direction in nothingness. On the corresponding wall, there was a small hole two fingers thick, emitting a faint smoke.

"How is it?" Monk Fate stood beside him and asked in a deep voice.

"Killed three."

"Are they safe?"

"Ah."

"That's good...thank you Sword Immortal." Monk Fate said respectfully.

Zhou Ping was about to say something when his eyes suddenly focused. He lowered his head and looked at his palm. A series of fine dark red cracks appeared on the back of his hand, slowly spreading to the arm in the sleeve...

A streak of bright red blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth.

"You are..." Monk Fate frowned, looking at the cracks all over Zhou Ping's palm, he seemed to think of something.

Zhou Ping shook his head: "It's nothing, you go first... When Lin Qiye comes back, let him come and see me."

Monk Fate hesitated for a moment, then nodded:

"it is good."

With the departure of the fateful monk, Jianlu once again fell into a dead silence.

Zhou Ping watched his leaving back, and sighed helplessly... His eyes were slowly closed, and he sat alone in the middle of the sword hut, motionless as if in a trance.

……

The mental hospital of the gods.

An Qingyu stood in this completely unfamiliar land, frowning slightly,

"So that's how it is... Is that why you lured me here?"

"You have too many methods. Apart from this, I can't think of any other methods to trap you." Lin Qiye waved his hand lightly, and the two of them came to the empty courtyard in a blink of an eye.

He raised his hand and pointed to the last ward on the second floor of the ward: "This last empty ward is specially reserved for you."

An Qingyu looked around, her face didn't show much emotional change, she just spoke thoughtfully,

"The mental hospital of the gods... is this the secret that belonged to you back then? Your identity as the agent of the gods, and those endless summons, all came from here?"

"Yes."

At this point, there is no need for Lin Qiye to hide the secrets of the past.

"Are you sure, I can be trapped here?" An Qingyu asked back.

Lin Qiye frowned and looked at him, as if he wanted to see some emotional fluctuations in those gray eyes, whether it was disdain, fear, worry, or anger... But there were no such things in his eyes.

An Qingyu gave him the feeling that he was an omniscient and detached person who saw through the world, like a combination of Merlin and the monk of destiny.

Anqing fish in this state is the scariest.

Just as Lin Qiye was about to say something, a frivolous voice suddenly sounded from the sick building:

"Yo~ Isn't this our [Key to the Door]? What? You're here for vacation too?"

[Chaos] Putting his hands on the railing of the corridor, overlooking the courtyard below, baring his big white teeth, he smiled casually.