Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 719: The flaw in the ruins is revealed, the immortals fight against the dark evil

Just as An Qingyu grabbed Jiang Er's collar, the black mist enveloped him.

She could feel tiny needles in the black fog pricking her skin. It wasn't painful, it was cold, a coldness that came out from between her bones.

Shen Qingzhu in Jiang Er's arms suddenly choked and coughed, her face flushed red.

Only then did An Qingyu realize that the black fog was mixed with very fine black sand, which was drilling into people's nasal cavity.

"Hold your breath!" she yelled, then pursed her lips.

I caught a glimpse of the skinny recruit stuffing the broken ring into his mouth.

He swallowed with his Adam's apple rolling up and down, still smiling with blood on the corners of his mouth: "The suppression of the Zhenxu Monument?

Twenty seconds of buffering is enough for you to die ten times."

An Qingyu's back teeth felt sore from biting them.

She knew that there was indeed a twenty-second period of no suppression when the Zhenxu Monument was closed, but how did this new recruit know that?

Could it be that the Ancient God Church had already planted a stake in the Demon Suppression Division?

The black fog suddenly seemed to have lost all its air, and shrank back to the feet of the skinny recruit.

The boy's originally hunched back straightened up, and his skin swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His knuckles crackled, and even his military uniform was torn, revealing a tight-fitting suit embroidered with black lotus underneath.

"Ming Liu." He licked his lips, and the sound was like sandpaper grinding an iron rod.

"An outer sect deacon of the Ancient God Church."

Jiang Er retreated to An Qingyu's side, his hand on the poisoned short blade at his waist: "Peak level?"

"Pond Realm?" Ming Liu sneered, and black mist rose from his palm.

The gravel on the ground was sucked up and swirled. "Now it's the Infinite Realm."

An Qingyu's heart skipped a beat.

It is written in the Demon Suppression Division's books that cultivators in the Infinite Realm can mobilize the energy of heaven and earth.

Ordinary demon slayers can't even survive three moves against them.

She glanced at Jiang Er - this girl had just broken through the Chi realm not long ago, and Shen Qingzhu was even worse off, having just opened her spiritual veins the day before yesterday.

"Run." She lowered her voice.

"Run towards the Zhenxu Monument. Instructor Yuan and his men are in the underground control room. They might be able to disable the suppression system in advance."

"It's too late." Ming Liu suddenly appeared in front of the three people, with nails like hooks.

"Twenty seconds, enough for me to kill you three times."

An Qingyu pulled out the demon-subduing pestle from behind, and the sound of metal clashing was particularly loud in the open space: "Try it?"

"Little girl."

Ming Liu's nails scraped against the demon-subduing pestle, and sparks sizzled.

"Hasn't your master taught you to consider your own strengths before engaging a cultivator of the Infinite Realm?"

He raised his hand, and the black mist condensed into a chain that wrapped around An Qingyu's wrist.

She gritted her teeth and rolled over to avoid it. The chain scraped against her waist, leaving a bloody wound. She gasped in pain.

Jiang Er's short blade stabbed from the side, but Ming Liu didn't even turn her head. She grabbed her wrist with her backhand.

With a "click" sound.

Jiang Er's screams pierced his eardrums.

An Qingyu's eyes turned red, and he raised the demon-subduing pestle and smashed it at the back of Ming Liu's neck.

He ducked sideways, the chain wrapped around her ankle, and with a sudden tug, An Qingyu fell to the ground.

The back of my head hit the bluestone slab and I saw stars in front of my eyes.

"Fifteen seconds left."

Ming Liu grabbed Jiang Er by the back of his collar, and the short blade dropped to An Qingyu's feet with a clang, "Who should I kill first?

Team leader?

Or this crying little girl?

Shen Qingzhu huddled in the corner, trembling, tears falling to the ground.

An Qingyu wanted to crawl over, but the chain hurt her ribs.

She suddenly remembered what Yuan Gang had said this morning during his lecture: "Don't panic when you're in dire straits. The people of the Demon Suppression Division have bones harder than steel."

"Guess where Yuan Gang is now?"

She yelled at the top of her lungs,

"He's in the underground control room, shutting down the town monument. Your 20 seconds of buffer time is enough for him to come up with a team of instructors and tear you apart."

Ming Liu paused.

An Qingyu saw a flash of panic in his eyes, which was replaced by ruthlessness in an instant: "Lying to me? Even if he comes, the Wuliang Realm is facing the Great Perfection of the Chi Realm, and ten Yuan Gangs are not enough to defeat him."

"Then guess what, what if he brought the Demon Suppression Division's Mountain Guarding Sword?"

Ming Liu's face turned pale.

In the underground control room, Yuan Gang threw the communicator on the table.

"People from the Ancient God Church sneaked into the new recruit camp?"

He loosened his collar, a vein throbbing on his forehead. "Who's in charge of the political review?"

The technician next to him shrank his neck and said, "Chief Instructor, that kid's file was...approved by you personally."

Yuan Gang's hand was suspended in the air for a long time.

He recalled the skinny recruit who was holding up dumbbells and yelling "Go Chief Instructor!" during morning training this morning.

Now that I think about it, that look was not admiration at all, but a look of scrutiny as if it were its prey.

"How long will it take for the suppression of the Zhenxu Monument to be lifted?"

"Seventeen seconds."

“Seventeen seconds?”

Yuan Gang picked up the black iron knife from the corner of the wall.

"Notify the instructors of each team to assemble. I will lead them up first."

The technician was anxious: "Chief Instructor! You can't fight against a cultivator in the Infinite Realm!"

"nonsense."

Yuan Gang shouldered the knife and said, "But I can hold off for seventeen seconds."

He kicked open the door to the control room, and a hoarse laugh came from the morning mist: "Little guys, follow me and fight through the ground!"

On the ground, Ming Liu's chains suddenly loosened.

An Qingyu took the opportunity to pick up the short blade and stabbed it into his calf. He roared in pain, threw Jiang Er away, and grabbed her neck with his backhand.

“Ten seconds left!”

He pinched An Qingyu until she couldn't breathe. "When the Zhenxu Monument is no longer suppressing me, I will kill your souls..."

"Fuck your grandma!"

A loud shout came from a distance.

Yuan Gang rushed over with seven or eight instructors, and the black iron knife cut through the morning mist, and the wind from the knife blew Ming Liu's hair into a mess.

He hurriedly let go and stepped back, and An Qingyu fell to the ground and coughed violently.

Seeing Yuan Gang winking at her, he said, "Xiao An, take the two girls and retreat."

“Chief Instructor!”

"I'm not old enough to need a little girl's protection." Yuan Gang swung the knife, and golden runes appeared on the blade.

“Isn’t this grandson in the Infinite Realm?

It's a good opportunity to try out my new sword moves."

Ming Liu stared at the knife, his Adam's apple moving. "A replica of the Demon Suppression Division's Mountain Suppression Sword?"

“What’s wrong with imitation?”

Yuan Gang grinned, "Just chop off your head."

An Qingyu dragged Jiang Er and Shen Qingzhu back to the corner.

Jiang Er's wrist was swollen like a steamed bun, and Shen Qingzhu was still crying.

But he quietly handed her the talisman in his arms: "Sister An, this is the talisman I drew this morning..."

“Good job.”

An Qingyu clutched the talisman paper tightly and said, "Wait and see what I tell you."

Ming Liu suddenly jumped up, wrapped in black mist and rushed towards Yuan Gang.

The old instructor's knife drew a semicircle, and the golden light collided with the black mist, causing the surrounding bluestone slabs to fly everywhere.

An Qingyu took the opportunity to slap the immobilization talisman on the ground - the talisman paper spontaneously combusted when it encountered the wind, and the rising white smoke wrapped around Ming Liu's ankle.

"What?" He stumbled and fell.

Yuan Gang's knife chopped down immediately afterward: "The Demon Suppression Division's Logistics Department has newly developed a talisman paper called 'Dog Chewing Mud'."

Ming Liu rolled to avoid it, and the tip of the knife grazed his ear and stabbed into the ground.

An Qingyu saw sweat on his forehead and knew that even cultivators in the Boundless Realm were not invulnerable to swords and guns.

She took out the flare from her arms and shot it into the sky with a "bang" - the red flame pierced the morning mist, a signal to call for support.

"Five seconds left!" The technician's voice exploded from Yuan Gang's communicator.

Ming Liu suddenly laughed: "Five seconds is enough."

He opened his mouth, and the black mist entered like a living thing, causing his entire body to swell. "Ancient God, grant me..."

"I'll give you a slap in the face!"

A figure tumbled down from the wall.

An Qingyu squinted and saw that it was Wu Hen - the boy was wearing a baggy training suit.

He was still holding half a piece of uneaten pancake in his hand.

"Captain Wu?"

She was stunned. "Aren't you at the east shooting range?"

“The shooting range is boring.”

Wu Hen took a bite of the pancake, and the crumbs fell to the ground. "The system said there is a task here, and the reward is ten skewers of grilled kidneys." He raised an eyebrow at Ming Liu.

"Brother, can you lend me a light?"

Ming Liu's pupils shrank into needle points.

Just as he was about to make a move, Wu Hen suddenly threw a pancake at him—it was not an ordinary pancake,

It contained a special explosive fire talisman made by the Demon Suppression Division, which exploded with a "bang", dispersing most of the black fog.

"Damn you, you're playing dirty tricks!" Ming Liu roared.

"The system task requires 'defeating the enemy with food.'" Wu Hen spread his hands.

“I’m helpless too.”

He took out a small bottle from his pocket and said, "Old man Yuan, take it!"

Yuan Gang raised his hand to catch it, twisted it open and took a sniff. It was a refreshing powder: "You little bastard, you have some conscience."

“That’s a must.”

Wu Hen flexed his wrist. "The system also said that completing the task will unlock a new skill called 'Breaking Defense with Mouth Cannon'."

He grinned at Ming Liu, "Brother, your black lotus is so ugly, it looks like the coal briquettes made by the pancake seller downstairs."

Ming Liu's face flushed red: "You!"

"Hey, hey, hey, are you anxious?"

Wu Hen continued, "You should cut your nails. Do you have paronychia?

And your tights are making your belly pop out. Don’t the uniforms issued by the Ancient God Church have any sizes?

Yuan Gang couldn't help laughing, and the golden light on the black iron knife became brighter.

An Qingyu secretly gave Shen Qingzhu's talisman paper to Jiang Er, and the two girls nodded in understanding.

"Three seconds!" A countdown came from the communicator.

Ming Liu suddenly let out a shrill scream, and the black mist condensed into sharp spikes and shot towards Wu Hen.

Wu Hen didn't dodge or evade, but raised his hand and punched - his fist was wrapped with the Demon-Subduing Rope of the Demon-Suppressing Division, and the spikes hit the opponent and shattered into powder with a "pop".

"The 'iron bones' awarded by the system,"

He tilted his head. "Is it useful?"

"one!"

The ground suddenly shook.

The light of the Zhenxu Monument gradually extinguished, but Yuan Gang's sword light became brighter: "Boy, are you saving your best trick for the New Year?"

“It’s a must.”

Wu Hen snapped his fingers, "System, trigger the hidden mission!"

There were rapid footsteps in the distance.

An Qingyu turned around and saw Lin Qiye and the Night Squad running over from the training ground.

Xia Simeng's Phoenix Team followed behind, with Bu Li's psychic banner fluttering at the tail.

Ming Liu's expression finally changed.

He glanced at the approaching support, then looked at Yuan Gang and Wu Hen, and suddenly turned and ran.

"Want to run?" Yuan Gang threw his knife and hit him in the back.

Ming Liu fell down with a scream and was pinned to the ground by the instructor who pounced on him.

Wu Hen squatted down and patted his face: "System task completed, reward is ten skewers of grilled kidneys."

He raised an eyebrow at An Qingyu, "Sister An, will you have dinner tonight?"

An Qingyu rolled her eyes but didn't refuse.

She looked at the support team in the distance, and Lin Qiye was nodding at her.

Xia Simeng ran over holding a medical kit. There was a note floating on Bu Li's medium banner, which read "Come to me if you need exorcism."