Behead God: You will eventually become a god!

Chapter 272 Four parties come to help

Xiu was also feeling bad. Although he was a god of speed, there were too many hooks and locks behind the Yama Palace, so he was also injured.

He also discovered that the divine power stopped functioning in the places injured by these hooks and locks, which meant that the body could not repair itself.

The dark death energy was corroding the injured gap all the time. Perhaps only Ra or the "blazing sun" of other supreme gods could burn away the dark death energy.

"I've played enough with you guys." Si Guoyi looked at them with a smile, "It's time to end it now."

Hearing this, Xio and Seth were both panicked.

But after all, they are gods who have lived for thousands of years. Although they are afraid of death, they are not completely bloodless! Xio said to Set beside him:

"I will burn my essence in a moment and perish together with him. Go back and tell La what happened here... The Great Xia God has been born again."

Seth did not expect that Hugh would be so brave at this time. He hesitated for a moment, but still nodded in agreement. After all, who would want to die if they could live?

"it is good."

On the auspicious clouds,

Lin Qiye came to An Qingyu's side and asked, "Teacher, how is he now?"

With his own methods, he couldn't detect the teacher's physical condition at all, so this situation had to be handed over to professionals, such as An Qingyu, who had a pair of eyes that could analyze everything.

"He won't live long..." An Qingyu replied, staring at Zhou Ping, "Maybe he won't be able to survive and return to Daxia."

"If you can't hold on, go home..." Lin Qiye muttered to himself as he listened to An Qingyu's affirmative words.

Unexpectedly, things turned out like this. They came to the fog to find the teacher, and then gave the teacher hope... As expected, the teacher took the step that no human being would ever take, becoming a god!

But what happens after becoming a god?

The price was the promise of becoming a Taoist and then not being able to go home with them.

The people on the Somersault Cloud were relatively silent. After hearing that conclusion, no one spoke anymore and just sat there quietly.

Baili Pangpang wanted to say something, but he didn't say it, and he was hesitant to speak.

Zhou Ping closed his eyes tightly, struggling with the internal energy in his body, and had no time to care about anything else.

Just when everyone was silent, a voice suddenly came from behind.

"Lin Qiye, long time no see."

Hearing the voice in the mist below the auspicious clouds, Lin Qiye was stunned for a moment, then opened his eyes and looked down, and then seven cloaked figures appeared in his sight, "Chen Chen, [Mask]...

Why are you here? "

"Are you surprised?" Chen Chen replied with a smile.

Looking at Lin Qiye like this, he really makes people feel friendly.

Before, when he was in another country, Lin Qiye didn’t recognize him, and neither did the other members of their special reserve team… It was a disaster at the time.

"What... are you doing here?" Looking at the few people who were sitting quietly without saying a word, Chen Chen felt a little confused.

Now that we have found Senior Sword Saint, why not just return to Daxia? Everyone was quiet, and the atmosphere felt a bit weird.

"We are waiting for Senior Hei Wuchang to kill the two Nine Pillar Gods." Lin Qiye understood what Chen Chen meant at the first moment. He was probably asking why their team did not return to Daxia.

"Senior Hei Wuchang?" Behind Chen Chen, a hand naturally rested on his shoulder, and then a head popped up. Yes, the person who spoke was naturally Uzumaki.

"Are you talking about Senior Black Impermanence, who went after the two Ennead Gods who intercepted Senior Sword Saint in the fog?"

"Yeah." Looking at the startled vortex, Lin Qiye just nodded.

In his memory, there seemed to be an unreliable person in the [Masked] team during the recruit training camp... and as expected, it was the one in front of him. The most classic one was his "Whirlpool New Year Greetings".

“Wouldn’t that be a piece of cake?” Uzumaki said excitedly and seriously, “When Senior Hei Wuchang killed Indra, it shocked everyone!”

"Senior Sword Saint, how is he?" Wang Mian, who had not interrupted the conversation, asked with a frown.

Now he has reached the peak of the 'Klein' realm. As long as he breaks through the 'heart barrier', he can enter the level of 'human ceiling' at any time. From his point of view, Zhou Ping's current condition is not very good.

Lin Qiye opened his mouth, then closed it again, hesitating, and finally said: "Senior Sword Saint, he is in a very bad condition now. He probably won't live for a few days... He may not be able to make it home."

"So serious?" Chen Chen felt a little unbelievable.

During the war between gods, the Sword Saint defeated Poseidon, the god of the sea, with just one sword! Although he was at the "ceiling of human beings", if we talk about his strength, he could have been on par with the main god a long time ago. The only thing he lacked was the law.

boom--!

A large blood mist suddenly exploded on Zhou Ping's body, dyeing his black clothes into a deep red flower shape.

Soon after, blood began to flow from the corners of Zhou Ping's mouth. His body was already full of holes. If he kept wasting time like this, he would eventually die.

The Dao of Transformation is indeed unstoppable...at least, it is unstoppable for him now.

“Teacher, teacher, what happened to you?!” Lin Qiye ran towards Zhou Ping anxiously and supported the teacher who was about to stagger and fall.

Zhou Ping looked at Lin Qiye and just smiled kindly, "I'm fine. I want to swing the sword one last time."

'One last swing of the sword.'

It has been expressed very clearly, that is, to kill God one last time! To complete the feat of killing God with a human body!

“Yeah.” This time Lin Qiye did not stop him verbally, nor did he stop him in his heart, because now he understood that he could not save his teacher, and Da Xia could not save his teacher either.

Swinging the sword one last time might be the best fate.

Everyone in the [Masked] team was also deeply shocked.

In their eyes, Zhou Ping's injuries would have been fatal to anyone, either bleeding to death or dying in agony. He was clearly shaky and could not stand steadily... but he still spoke calmly while swinging his sword.

It turned out that this was the Sword Saint of Da Xia. Even with such a crippled body, he wanted to cut off the shackles of Da Xia.

Zhou Ping took a deep breath, pulled his arm out of Lin Qiye's hand, and then tried to straighten his back.

The vast white fog rolled in waves, like a mirror in a pond, with ripples splashed by water drops. In the gently swaying ripples, it seemed as if there was a giant in a black shirt stained with blood, supporting a brand new era.