After Marrying the Evil God

His answer was Bing Ren's merciless attack.

Pascal reacted quickly to avoid it, and the ice blade pierced through the back of the chair behind him, smashing the whole chair made of gold into pieces.

"Wow." Pascal applauded and praised, "Not bad."

Snow is gentle and fragile, it melts at the touch, but it can attack powerfully when it turns into ice.

Although in the eyes of Pascal, it is just a small trick.

Qi Baicha came here because he just wanted to investigate the situation, and it was best to settle the matter together.With his strength, 99% of the things can be done without fear.

But now we have encountered the 1% situation.

He only received a message from the number 108 world god when he stepped into the mansion.The other party reminded the demon king Pascal in his plane to break into his territory through the cracks in hell, and also intimately informed Pascal's information and weaknesses.

Saying is tantamount to saying nothing.

Because it can't be beat.

This world is still very young in Great Thousand Worlds, it is a new plane, and the age of the local gods cannot exceed the age of the world.However, Pascal's world was born much earlier than this world, with more than hundreds of millions of years in between, and the other party was also born with the heaven and the earth.

Just as the original power of this world is the air of chaos and turbidity, the original power of the number 108 world is light and darkness.The pure and turbid air in this world can transform into gods, but the laws of the world number 108 are more cruel, stipulating that only one god can be born between light and darkness.In the end, the light defeated the darkness, gained the godhead, and became the highest god Herman in the world.The darkness was slightly inferior, failed to obtain the godhead, was suppressed in hell, and became the devil Pascal.

That is still a demigod, possessing power close to that of a god, only one godhead short of a real god.

Even Herman needs to expend half of his body power to forcefully suppress Pascal, and cannot completely eliminate him, even if he thinks about it with his knees, he knows that Qi Baicha has no chance of winning against him.

Snow God's age is less than a fraction of Pascal's, so he is no match for the Demon King anyway.

Herman is a god, unable to cross the world to catch Pascal back.The gods traveling through time and space gaps will only cause the collapse of the two worlds, and apart from the main god, no god can shatter the void with bare hands.

Herman can only tell the gods of his weakness.Pascal's body is darkness, and the only thing that can restrain him is light, or even more evil darkness.

——Both of these sample worlds are not available.

The sun god has already fallen into a deep sleep, even if he is awake, his light is not enough to match Herman, let alone suppress Pascal.The evil god didn't sleep, but he couldn't possibly be stronger than Pascal.

The reason is still the same, the local gods are too young.

Not to mention the age gap, Snow God's personality does not have light attribute and dark attribute, facing Paskel is tantamount to courting death.

But he has to stand up.

A powerful alien invader would be a devastating disaster to any world.God is obliged to guard it.

Except for the natural disappearance and the collapse of beliefs, the gods are generally immortal. Even if the god's body is destroyed, the god's soul will still last forever.

But there is another situation.

In the three thousand worlds, every god has a godhead, which is stored between the brows.Godhead is an indispensable symbol of God, the source of God's strength, and also the Achilles' heel of God.

When the godhead is destroyed, the god will fall.

Killing God can really do it.

Otherwise, how would so many worlds be destroyed?Every day worlds crumble and new worlds are born.The gods in the doomsday world die in various ways, and they are not indestructible.

Even so—

He will also fight for this world until the last moment before falling.

In the name of Snow God.

He has encountered the most powerful enemy ever.

Xuecha's eyes were cold, countless ice blades formed from her palm, and they all attacked Paskel.

He has to be thankful that the seal was lifted not long ago, and he has not been sealed back, so that he can restore his youthful form and maintain his peak strength.

Although whether it is one-ten-thousandth power or the heyday, it is not worth mentioning compared to this demon king who has lived for countless years.

Where the ice blade passed was a mess.The fire in the fireplace was extinguished by freezing, the chandelier on the ceiling fell and fell to pieces, and the sofa and carpet were covered with ice balls, which turned into water and wet the floor, making it slippery when stepped on.

On the contrary, he carefully avoided the unconscious Liu Yanxin and Fang Ya'er.

Pascal kept dodging and not attacking, teasing like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Such a beautiful little beauty, don't always fight and kill." Pascal smiled while dodging the ice blade, "Is this the only way?"

Before the words fell, a large pile of snow fell from the sky, submerging Pascal into a snowman.

Pascal: "..."

He quickly got out of the snowdrift, and continued: "Want to play with me to build a snowman? This proposal is also very good..." Yes, before the words were spoken, a sharp ice blade pierced the air and wiped Passed across Pascal's cheek, drawing a bloodstain on his handsome face.

Pascal felt the blood on his face and couldn't laugh anymore.

There is a power gap between them for hundreds of millions of years, and the other party can actually hurt his fur. The gods in this new world are really unexpectedly powerful.In hundreds of millions of years, the young god in front of him might be eligible to compete for the next main god.

He stared at the boy coldly: "It seems that you are going to make me angry."

The talented young gods, since they met, of course they had to be strangled in the cradle.

Why would he never lose his god position because of a slight difference, never become a real god, and was suppressed in the dark hell for hundreds of millions of years, but this young child has an infinitely bright future?

The devil was mad with jealousy.

He swept over with a palm, and the black and rich magic power that contained a fatal blow rushed towards the young god with fangs and claws.

The boy built an ice wall as a shield to resist, but after holding it for three seconds, the wall shattered, and he was also sent flying by the aftermath, falling heavily behind the thick curtains.

"Ahem..." Xuecha propped herself up on the ground, her limbs ached with pain, and blood trickled down the corner of her mouth.

His complexion became even paler, only his lips were stained red with blood.

pain.

My whole body hurts.

"Vulnerable." Through a thick layer of curtains, Pascal said leisurely, "After a few hundred million years of growth, you may be able to survive three strokes with me. It's a pity that now... tsk, it's too weak. The bones of the whole body Doesn't it feel good to be interrupted?"

Xuecha ignored him, her snow-white eyelashes drooped, her body trembling with pain, her eyes were still as clear and stubborn as before.

Pascal approached him step by step: "Didn't you cry? I heard that the pain of a broken bone is the same as the pain of plucking my feathers. Isn't the God of Ice and Snow made of water? Why don't you cry?"

"God's tears are not shed for enemies."

"Isn't that also for your own life and death?"

"No."

"Why then?"

"For the common people."

"Ha." Pascal seemed to have heard some joke, "It's as sanctimonious as that guy Herman. He also said something, for the sake of the common people, so he wants to suppress me in hell, which cannot be done for hundreds of millions of years. Obviously at the same time Birth, who is more noble than whom? I just lost to the eccentricity of the law! The law favors the light, and the darkness will fall into hell forever."

"For the common people? I hate hearing such an answer the most."

Pascal opened the curtain and came in, staring at him with anger in his red eyes, black magic power condensed in his hands: "I'll give you a chance to say it again."

Xuecha just sneered: "You don't have the heart to keep the world, how can you become a god?"

One shot down.

The boy spat out another mouthful of blood, which splashed red on the curtains, and his slender fingers were stained bright red.

A mortal with this degree of injury would definitely die on the spot.He is a god, and if his godhead is immortal, he will not die, but it does not mean that he will not suffer pain.

He is in pain.

"Still not crying?" Pascal wondered, "How can I make you cry? Destroy the world, destroy the common people? But I'm afraid you won't be able to see it. You will be destroyed one step ahead of them. Poor God of Ice and Snow , you did not protect the world you wanted to protect in the end, so why waste your efforts?"

"I never disqualified until I died."

Therefore, there is no shame in the world, and no shame in the heart.

The only person who is unwilling is Mr. Fu.

If he were to fall here today, Mr. Fu would still be the one he misses the most, the one he wants to see the most, and the one he can't bear to let go of.

Suddenly the cell phone rang in the quiet room.

The screen of the mobile phone that fell not far away lit up, and it was "Mr. Fu" who was calling.

Xuecha's eyes trembled, she tried her best to stretch out her blood-stained finger, and pressed the answer button.

"Hello? Chacha..."

Fu Mingye in the office didn't know that his beloved Chacha was lingering under the claws of the devil, with blood stains all over her body, and answered his call with the last of her strength.

As soon as she heard the familiar voice, Xuecha's emotions surged instantly.The pain and grievance and the reluctance to be separated forever made him lose his composure, and his eyes quickly turned red.

He said in a crying voice, "Sir, I hurt..."

Before the words were finished, the mobile phone was kicked away by Paskel, kicked out of the curtain and hit the wall, and it was immediately scrapped.

Pascal looked at the tears on the boy's face in surprise: "Are you crying?"

"I don't cry when I'm broken to pieces, but a phone call has so much magic power? Why?"

for love.

The devil cannot possibly understand.

"Do you care about the person opposite?"

"You are not allowed to touch him!" The boy stared at him fiercely.

"It's not up to you." Pascal smiled, "I like destroying things that other people care about the most. Hiss—"

Xuecha melted into ice blades, pierced his boots hard and nailed them to the ground.

The ice quickly melted into water and disappeared. Pascal looked at the bleeding holes on the shoe and said in a gloomy tone, "You really made me completely impatient."

"I don't have ice and snow in my attributes, and plundering your godhead will have no effect on me, it can only destroy your godhead." Paskel regretted, "It's a pity, if it's a dark godhead, I can still occupy it as a godhead." If I have it, I will become a god by then..."

Pascal put his hand to Xuecha's forehead, ready to dig out his godhood.

Xue Cha fainted from the pain.

The boy's eyebrows gradually revealed a half-diamond shape.

"Huh? Strange." Pascal was taken aback.

"Why do you only have half a godhead?"

Moreover, it doesn't look like a godhead with ice and snow attributes...

The unconscious god cannot hear.

Pascal didn't intend to dwell on this issue, even if there was only half of it, he would take it out and destroy it.

Before he could continue his movements, a voice suddenly came from outside: "Is anyone there?"

Who is so short-sighted to come in at this time to die?

Pascal walked out directly from behind the curtain.

Fu Mingye looked at the man with horns and wings in front of him, and asked without changing his face: "Excuse me, have you seen a man? He's so tall and good-looking, wearing a white shirt and jeans."

Pascal: "...I didn't see it."

Who is this man?Who is he talking to?Has he not seen my horns and wings?

Today Paskel only saw the real body of the Snow God in a juvenile body, and he really had no impression of the young Qi Baicha described by Fu Mingye.

Fu Mingye looked around the room.

The house was in a mess, with traces of a fight. There were two unconscious women on the ground, and an inhuman creature who ran over from an unknown plane, exuding the aura of "I am powerful" all over his body.

It looked like he couldn't beat it.

Cha Cha is not here.

"It's okay, excuse me." Fu Mingye said and was about to turn around and walk out.

A man who knows the current affairs is a hero, if he can't beat him, he will run away immediately, and saving lives is never within his scope of duty.The evil god never liked to get involved in trouble, and now he only wanted to find Chacha.

Pascal: "?"

Does he come here whenever he wants, or leave whenever he wants?

However, before he could say "stop", Fu Mingye stopped first.

He saw the phone dropped in the corner, the phone case was customized by him and Chacha.

Fu Mingye lowered his gaze instantly.

He turned back and said, "I have something to do."