Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 452: Encountering a Strong Enemy and Fleeing

Seven figures descended from the sky. The leader, wearing a Monkey King mask, patted Zhou Ping'er on the shoulder.

The deep voice was like a subwoofer with eight hundred times the volume, making the eardrums buzz: "Child, I'm here to take you home."

Zhou Ping'er was bewildered, and Xiu'er and Seter were also stunned where they were.

What's the situation?

Group together for role-playing?

Or did I go to the wrong set?

Seter was the first to react, looking up and down at the group of people in strange clothes.

The guy with the strange mask sneered, "Where did you come from, you little bastard, to dare to act so presumptuously in front of this god?"

"Young man?"

There was a hint of joking in the Monkey King mask man's tone.

"I'm afraid you have some misunderstanding about 'minions'."

Just as Seter was about to explode, Xiuxiuer reached out to stop him.

He glanced at everyone warily and said in a deep voice, "Something's wrong. Their aura..."

"run!"

The man in the Sun Wukong mask suddenly shouted and picked up Zhou Ping'er.

Jump onto a somersault cloud that appears out of nowhere.

"Oh my god! Yundouyun (Somersault Cloud)? Are you serious?"

Wu Hen let out a strange cry and jumped up, followed by the others.

"Want to run?"

Seter roared, and the yellow sand in his hands surged and condensed into several huge sand spears.

Shoot towards Yundouyun (somersault cloud).

"Jialan, block it!" the masked man with Sun Wukong shouted.

A petite figure wearing a Nezha mask leaped up and stood in front of the sand spear.

"Boom!" The sand spear hit Galan'er, making a deafening noise.

The scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere that everyone expected did not appear, and Jialan'er was unharmed.

It was just bounced away by the huge impact force, like a kite with a broken string, drawing a parabola in the air.

"Wow! This defense is invincible!" Wu Hen exclaimed with his eyes wide open.

Seeing this, Xiu'er

"Not good!" The face of the man wearing the Sun Wukong mask changed. He wanted to rescue but it was too late.

A silver thread, as thin as a gossamer, shot out from afar...

The silver thread was precisely wrapped around Jialan'er's waist. An Yuqing pulled it gently and pulled her back like a fish.

"Hold steady, don't vomit!" Wu Hen handed over a bottle of soda in a mean manner.

Jialan'er pushed it away, her face pale, obviously shocked by the impact just now.

Lin Qiye took off his mask, revealing a handsome yet solemn face: "It seems that Jialan'er's bait plan has failed."

"That old fellow Xiu'er is more difficult to deal with than I imagined."

"That's right. That look was like a scanner. It saw through our little tricks at a glance."

Wu Hen curled his lips, looking depressed.

Others also took off their masks, and the atmosphere was gloomy.

"Plan B!" Lin Qiye made a quick decision, "Fatty Baili, take out the box!"

Baili Panger trembled and held out a black box.

It is engraved with strange runes and exudes a heart-pounding aura.

Wu Hen leaned over curiously: "What treasure? Could it be Pandora's Box?"

"It's much more exciting than that."

Lin Qiye's lips curled up into a mysterious smile, "This is - the wrath of the evil god!"

As the box opened, a cloud of black mist rolled out and condensed into a blurry shadow in the air.

The shadowy figure was tall and exuded a suffocating pressure, with a pair of scarlet eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

"Lucifer?!" Xu'er screamed in shock.

The shadowy figure seemed to react to the name, tilting its head slightly and sweeping its crimson gaze over the crowd.

Wu Hen felt an inexplicable force resonating with something in his body, causing his heart to palpitate.

At this critical moment, Xiu'er suddenly attacked, and a sharp wind blade cut through the sky, tearing the shadow into pieces.

"A mere trifle! It's nothing but a residual image of divine thought." He spoke with disdain, but he couldn't hide the shock in his eyes.

"That's Lucifer... Even if it's just an afterimage, it's scary enough."

Wu Hen patted his chest, still feeling scared.

Seth's yellow sand surged, completely obliterating Lucifer's afterimage. His cold gaze locked onto everyone: "Now, it's time to settle our accounts!"

"Run!" Lin Qiye gave an order, and everyone fled again.

"Humph, you want to run away? It's not that easy!"

Seth and Xiuer chased after him relentlessly, their powerful divine might descending upon him like a mountain...

Wu Hen glanced back, his expression suddenly changing: "Qi Ye, that thing... seems to have appeared again!"