I studied beheading in a mental institution

The wind howled.

Lin Qiye stood at the top of the mountain, looking up at the nothingness above his head, and slowly raised the black-gold long knife in his hand.

A terrifying breath emanated from the blade.

This Fujin Knife that ignores realms can allow Yuli Takibai to kill the corpse god, and it can also enable Lin Qiye, who has only "Wuliang", to have the power to cut open the gate of Gao Tianyuan.

As the blade was raised, a mysterious aura was pulled out from nothingness, like an invisible thread, connected with the blade...

At this moment, Lin Qiye, holding the handle of the knife, sensed a certain mysterious coordinate.

Those are the coordinates of the Gate of Reception.

The Gate of Reception escaped into the void, and non-Gaotianyuan native gods could not attract its coming, and the Fujin Knife in his hand, which took countless resources from the God of Guojin, was made to find the Gate of Reception and cut it open. existing.

Finding the door of guidance and deceiving it to come is the most basic ability of this knife.

boom--! !

Above the wreckage of the city, the silhouette of a huge portal emerged from the mist, and a vast and ancient atmosphere enveloped the world.

A corner of the portal was above the ground, instantly crushing the entire city into dust. The roaring vibration echoed in the sky, and the billowing dust flew up, drowning the three cloaked figures on the top of the mountain.

The gate of reception descends.

Lin Qiye's golden eyes were burning in the dust like two scorching suns.

He raised the black-golden blade in his hand, aiming the blade at the center of the ancient portal, a dazzling black-gold streamer bloomed from his palm, spread for hundreds of meters in an instant, and finally intertwined into the outline of a long knife, which he held tightly in his hand.

"Brother Qiye, give it a name."

Yurina's voice echoed in Lin Qiye's ears.

This Fujin knife needs a name, a name that can bear its power and mission.

"Is the name..."

Lin Qiye muttered to himself.

He looked at the huge blade pointing directly at the gate of the Kingdom of God in his hand, his eyes flickered.

On the body of this knife, there is a light called Unyielding. This is a divine tool refined from the mortal world. Its existence is a provocation to the gods and a blasphemy against the divine right.

"Let's call it... [Divine Disaster]."

Praise -! !

The voice fell, and in front of the towering portal, the tiny Lin Qiye stood on the top of the mountain, holding a black-gold giant blade in his hand, and swung his knife from the mortal world towards the ancient portal of the kingdom of God!

The black-golden blade flashed across the sky in an instant, cut through the thick clouds and mist, and landed on the surface of the thick gate. Deep branded on the door.

The ear-piercing and roaring sound of slashing echoed in the sky, making people's eardrums hurt.

The black-gold blade glow swept across the portal, cut it off, and then hovered in mid-air, turning into a twilight that filled the sky and disappeared without a trace.

The mist that was cut apart rolled violently, and soon returned to its original state.

But the knife marks on the surface of the gate of Jieyin are still spreading rapidly!

When the last ray of cracks shattered, a gap exploded on the surface of the entire Gate of Introduction. Through this gap, one could clearly see the red world behind the door...

[God's misfortune] return to the sheath.

"Cough cough cough..."

Lin Qiye lowered his head and coughed, a sense of weakness flooded his body, his face was extremely pale.

Without divine power, he was backlashed by the power of the divine weapon, which caused a great physical burden. Fortunately, his body has been trained by the power of faith, and his endurance far exceeds that of ordinary people. Otherwise, he should lose all his strength now and fall to the ground. .

Lin Qiye simply sensed that, depending on his physical condition, he could only make one more stab at the most.

"Are you okay?" Wang Mian looked at the pale Lin Qiye and asked worriedly.

"It's okay." Lin Qiye took a deep breath, and his eyes fell on the huge gap on the door of the guide, "The door has been opened, we should go."

"Ah."

Three figures flew up from the top of the mountain at the same time, turned into three afterimages, and flew straight behind the gate of reception.

Lin Qiye's figure pierced the night, galloping quickly in the blood-red world, and flew straight towards a certain direction with Wang Mian and Wu Xiangnan.

This is the second time he has entered Gaotianyuan. Before this, he didn't even think that he would have a chance to come back.

Last time, he was chased and killed by Susano in embarrassment, and barely escaped from Gao Tianyuan.

This time, he came for revenge.

Within the black-golden blade, a pale-golden halo rippled out, covering Lin Qiye and the three of them, and the faint light of the red moon was blocked from the halo.

Can this knife block the pollution of the red moon?

Seeing this scene, Lin Qiye was a little surprised... If he remembered correctly, when he was in the mist just now, it could also dispel the corrosion of the mist.

Could it be that this has something to do with the ability of this knife?

Just as Lin Qiye was thinking, at the end of the horizon, a towering mountain shadow appeared in the eyes of the three of them.

Under the scarlet full moon, endless god corpses piled up to form a towering mountain, exuding a disgusting bloody smell.

On the top of this mountain of corpses, a one-armed figure wearing a blood-stained robe was sitting there, looking up at the red moon above his head, with endless fanaticism in his eyes.

"Huh?" Seeing this scene, Wang Mian's eyes flashed with doubt, "That's Susano? Why is there only one arm left?"

Wu Xiangnan frowned slightly, and shook his head, "I don't know, when we met him back then, he was still in good health, and his mind was relatively clear."

Lin Qiye stared at Susanoo's severed arm, knowing it clearly.

When he left Takamahara, Susanoo's hand was still there, that is to say, it was Merlin who blasted off one of his arms after that?

As if sensing the approach of the three, Susanoo, who was sitting on the mountain of corpses, suddenly turned his head to look in this direction, and a terrifying murderous intent burst out from those red eyes!

Roar--! ! !

He stood up from the mountain of corpses, opened his mouth, and roared like a beast, like a mad god standing under the red moon.

The terrifying coercion of the gods suddenly descended, sweeping across the earth like a hurricane, making people tremble.

On the blood-colored land in front of him, three figures calmly looked up at Susanoo who had fallen into madness on the top of the mountain. Wang Mian narrowed his eyes slightly and said:

"Both of you are not human ceilings, remember to keep a distance from him, I will deal with him head-on."

As the voice fell, the time around him began to flow rapidly, as if a movie screen that had been sped up hundreds of times, flashed in front of Lin Qiye and Wu Xiangnan in an instant, and rushed straight to Susanoo at a speed that the naked eye could not capture. Male face door.

Wu Xiangnan wore a light blue cloak, held a sword in one hand, and smiled slightly.

"I have a sword, that's enough..."

With a flash of his figure, he rushed out from the ground!