Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 772: Immortal Aid in the Red Moon Crisis, Deep Sea Battle with Giant Beasts

The bluestone slabs were slippery from being soaked in blood, and Wu Hen's military boots rolled over a pool of dark brown liquid - it was unclear whether it came from a monster or a human.

He could hear the suppressed sobs in the vortex's throat, each sound like a needle pricking his spine.

This kid has always been strong-willed. He didn't shed a tear last time when his arm was pierced by the corpse monster, but now he is crying like a tearful baby.

"Bite me if it hurts." He pressed Xuanwo's face against his neck, and the muscles at his collarbone were tense like iron wire.

"If you bite it off, it's mine."

The vortex bit him so hard that it hurt, and its hot, moist breath tinged with blood sprayed behind his ears.

Wu Hen touched the back of the boy's neck - it was extremely hot, like a piece of red-hot charcoal.

He had seen the curse burning the sea of ​​life before, three years ago in the Arctic Ice Field,

A psychic was cursed by an evil cultivator to die together with him.

In the end, the whole person was burned to half of the skull, and he was still clutching a piece of frozen talisman paper.

"We've reached the Demon Suppression Division's wall." He growled.

The vermilion door shone coldly in the moonlight, and the bronze demon-suppressing bell on the lintel jingled in the wind.

Normally, there would be two disciples on duty at this time, but today the gatehouse was empty.

Only two infuriating lanterns were flickering, and in the shadows lay half a scaly wing - it was the scaly monster raised by Hongyue's gang of bastards.

Wu Hen leaned the vortex against the wall, and touched the talisman with his back against the blue brick wall.

He had seven or eight cowhide talisman bags hanging around his waist. The innermost one was embroidered with the cloud pattern of the Demon Suppression Bureau, and contained three golden thunder talismans.

This thing is tempered with the thunder spirit from the Thunder Lake. One can kill a monster in the Foundation Establishment Realm, and three... are enough to blow the whole yard up.

"Lord Wu."

The sound floated down from the gatehouse like a silk thread soaked in poison.

Wu Hen looked up and saw a man in a scarlet Taoist robe leaning against the eaves.

He held a bone pipa in his arms, his nails longer than his knuckles, and shone with a bluish-gray luster.

He recognized this man—"Xian Sha" among the Twelve Emissaries of the Red Moon.

Half a year ago, the entire Cao Gang was killed in Jiangnan, not even the newborn babies were spared. Thirty-seven human teeth were strung on the bone harp.

"You come at the right time." Wu Hen pushed the vortex towards the darker wall, and the thunder talisman on his fingertips crackled.

"I was worried that no one would ask about Hongyue."

Xiansha laughed, and one of the strings on the bone pipa suddenly snapped, "Ask?

Do you think Hongyue is a prisoner in the Demon Suppression Division? He plucked the pipa, and the broken strings hummed.

That kid's life sea was burned by 70%?

My family said that leaving his body intact is a honor for him."

"Decent?" Wu Hen suddenly laughed out loud, and the thunder talisman exploded into a blue arc in his palm.

“Three years ago at the mass grave, an evil cultivator also talked to me about respectability.

Later, I hung his head at the gate of the charity cemetery and fed it to stray dogs for three months.

Xiansha's pupils shrank into needle points.

He raised his hand and plucked the strings. The twelve bone strings vibrated at the same time. Countless blood beads floated in the air, as if strung together into a net by invisible threads.

Wu Hen dodged the first wave of blood blades by turning his head, and threw the thunder talisman towards the gatehouse—

With a loud bang, half of the eaves fell down, and half of Xiansha's Taoist robe was torn off, revealing densely packed spells on his chest.

"You dare to hurt me?" He screamed and retreated, the bone spur knocking a hole in the ground.

"Lord Hongyue will—"

"Lord Hongyue?" Wu Hen stepped on the broken bricks and approached, his other hand taking out a short blade.

"Last month in the West Market, Hongyue's 'Blood Eye Envoy' said the same thing."

"Later, I dug out his eyeballs, soaked them in a jar of wine, and sent them back to Red Moon's lair."

He lifted Xiansha's chin with his short blade and said, "Tell me, why are you moving the vortex?"

Xiansha suddenly grinned, his fangs oozing with black blood: "You think... it's just us?"

There was a muffled sound from underground, as if some huge monster was turning over.

The hair on the back of Wu Hen's neck stood up, he suddenly picked up Xuanwo and retreated to the door.

I saw a crack in the screen wall of the Demon Suppression Division, and black sea water seeped out - it was the deep sea!

This shabby place is a hundred miles from the sea, how could it be...

"roar--"

The sound was like thunder muffled in the deep sea, shaking the bluestone slabs so that dust fell off.

Xiansha laughed even crazier: "Hongyue borrowed the power of the sea eye, and that big guy is coming out... coming out to eat--"

Wu Hen's short blade stabbed into his throat.

Blood splattered on Xuanwo's face. The boy was choked and coughed, but he held on to the corner of Wu Hen's clothes tightly.

Xiansha's fingers were still twitching as he pointed at the sea behind the screen wall: "Immortal... Immortal... Come to our aid..."

"Shut up." Wu Hen pulled out a short blade and wiped it on his Taoist robe, then turned around and kicked open the door of the Demon Suppression Bureau.

The door hinge squeaked sharply, and he saw a person standing under the ginkgo tree in the courtyard.

The man wearing moon-white shirt and holding a string of copper bells in his hand was none other than Bu Li whom Wang Mian had mentioned.

There were wine stains on the old man's white beard, and three wine jars were overturned at his feet, obviously they had just been brought from the dilapidated temple by Wang Mian.

"Xiao Wu." Bu Li burped.

"That bastard Wang Mian said you have a kid who needs spiritual energy?"

He squinted at the vortex in Wu Hen's arms, and the smell of alcohol suddenly dissipated. "Is 70% of the life sea burned?"

"Tsk, this would require the use of psychic mediumship to draw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into my head. My old bones... would take ten years of my life."

"Take mine in exchange." Wu Hen said.

Bu Li's copper bell suddenly rang.

He stared into Wu Hen's eyes for a long time, then suddenly laughed out loud: "Okay, you never do business at a loss."

He patted the stone table beside him and said, "Put the person here. I want to set up a spirit gathering array."

Just as Wu Hen put down the vortex, the sound of a knife was heard outside the yard.

Lin Qiye's figure broke through the wall, black blood dripping from the black iron knife, and there was a claw mark on his shoulder that was so deep that the bone could be seen.

He flicked the blood off his knife and glanced at the vortex on the stone table. "The monsters have retreated, but there's a big one over there in the sea."

“I heard you.”

Wu Hen took out a healing talisman and slapped it on Lin Qiye's shoulder. The talisman melted when it came into contact with blood, and the wound scabbed over at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Xiansha said that Hongyue borrowed the power of the Sea Eye and might be an immortal beast from the deep sea."

"Immortal Beast?" Lin Qiye's knife hummed even louder.

"We subdued one three hundred years ago, using the entire Demon Suppression Division's talisman array."

Bu Li's copper bell suddenly rang sharply, and the green light of the spirit gathering array became brighter.

A ball of dark red fire emerged from the vortex's sea of ​​life and was suppressed little by little by the green air.

The old man's white beard began to turn gray, and it was obvious that he was overdrawing his lifespan. "Xiao Wu, when I'm done breathing, you take the kid to the underground secret room."

"If that big guy comes ashore... the Demon Suppression Division's talisman array won't last more than half an hour."

"What about you?" Wu Hen asked.

"Me?" Bu Li's laughter was filled with spitting.

"I've lived long enough, old man. It's a good opportunity to see what this legendary immortal beast looks like."

The sea water outside the courtyard suddenly rose sharply, and the screen wall collapsed with a loud bang.

Black waves rushed in, carrying broken bricks. On the crest of the waves stood a huge monster - a human body with a snake tail, bony wings on its back, and every scale glowing with a faint blue light.

There was a blood-red bead embedded on his forehead, which was the "Immortal" that Xiansha mentioned before his death.

The sound was so loud that the dust on the beams fell down.

Lin Qiye's knife was already unsheathed. Wu Hen took out the last three thunder talismans and glanced at the vortex on the stone table.

The young man's sea of ​​life fire was reduced to a small red dot, and Bu Li's white beard turned completely white.

He was using his last breath to pour spiritual energy into his body.

"Qi Ye, protect the vortex." Wu Hen slapped the thunder talisman on his palm.

"I'm going to meet this old guy."

Lin Qiye didn't say anything, and the black iron knife was placed across the stone table.

The moment the black wave rushed over, Wu Hen's thunder talisman exploded into a blue light, which made the red moon lose its color.

He heard Bu Li coughing behind him: "Xiao Wu... the way you killed the corpse monster in the mass grave is quite similar to the way you are now."

When the sea water reached his ankles, Wu Hen smiled.

He took out the short knife from his waist - it was the birthday gift that Xuanwo gave him last year.

The scabbard was engraved with "Exclusive for Angkor", but it was engraved crookedly.

"Let's go," he said.

"go home."