I am a godslayer, not your hero.

"what is the problem?"

"My [Godhead] has left the [Undying Realm]."

"Are you the God of Disobedience now?"

"No, not yet soul, and not yet body."

Hearing this, Mingxian nodded slightly, almost understanding everything.

The coming of the God of Disobedience requires three conditions.

The [Godhead] leaves the [Immortal Realm], and forms a soul in the "higher dimension" of the spiritual world, as well as a body constructed by the "myths" spread across the earth.

The liberation of the Godhead requires certain causes and conditions.

The battle between himself and Emperor Ziwei seemed to have become fate.

"But it has nothing to do with me."

Ming Xian said nonchalantly: "Your [Godhood] will go to a higher dimension of that world, and your body is made up of myths of that land."

"Your soul and your body will be different from the you I know."

"You won't even remember me."

When the God of Disobedience was noticed, he had already appeared on the earth and became an independent being, unable to even recall the process of his birth.

Why was I resurrected here?

Even if I ask myself, I can't get the answer. I don't know whether I should be sad or happy.

But, it doesn't matter.

Now that we are on earth, let’s make some noise for a while.

Most of the disobedient gods hold this idea in mind, wandering the earth and falling into madness until they get tired and return to mythology, or abandon their bodies and live in seclusion in the underworld in the form of "souls".

In other words, the moment Emperor Ziwei turned into the God of Disobedience, his soul and body were completely different from what they are now.

The memory is naturally different.

He probably wouldn't remember his experience of fighting as a guest general of the Queen Mother of the Nine Heavens, and naturally he wouldn't remember Ming Xian.

but……

"Rebellious Star!"

Ziweixing said enthusiastically: "You are the one who pulled me down from heaven to the mortal world, you must take responsibility for it!"

"Take my sword."

He turned the double-edged sword in his hand, with the hilt facing the ming string, as if in invitation.

"No matter how many worlds I have to cross, no matter how much time I have to go through, I will always think of you and be by your side!"

Ming Xian: “…”

Is this human talk?

But forget it.

He grabbed the double blades, swallowed them instantly, and refined them into weapons.

Ziweixing laughed and said, "I probably will never forget you in my life..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into smoke and disappeared.

Ming Xian: “…”

Sure enough, the God of Disobedience’s brain is broken.

Even the Ziwei Emperor, who seemed normal before, has become abnormal now that he has become completely disobedient.

"This is not bad. Maybe this guy can really remember me and come over to give me power." Ming Xian secretly complained, and then started thinking about it in his mind.

As the Dou Su double blades were swallowed, they were refined into weapons.

It is a pair of weapons, and like other divine tools, its appearance can be adjusted.

One handful can absorb, and one handful can release.

"It is not necessary to absorb the enemy's attack. Perhaps we can do it ourselves." In the scene of Mingxian, a weapon appeared, which was tied up with countless iron chains and sealed in a golden scabbard.

The sword of salvation.

A weapon that is the integration of countless divine tools, an unbridled blade that can wear away the soul and body of a god.

Normally, you can only use the heat of the divine sword to instantly ignite the power of the comet to its maximum value, or you can pull it out a small section and use the power of the light of salvation.

However, it will cause serious damage and fatigue.

It was an exhausting, hollow-out feeling.

"If we absorb the power of the divine sword and then release it, we may be able to recreate the white star of the divine sword of salvation."

While he was thinking, the Temple of Infinite Time suddenly changed unpredictably.

Ming Xian looked up and saw a mysterious door quietly opening on the stairs leading to the throne in the audience road in the distance.

Boom!

The scenery around the temple changes rapidly, like a flowing painting, from the dark night sky to the boundless grassland in an instant, vast and green. It seems that you can hear the cry of cattle and sheep in the distance and feel the pulse of the earth.

Boom!

Another door slowly opened, and the temple seemed to travel through time and space, and was surrounded by a gorgeous sea of flowers.

The fragrance of flowers is everywhere, colorful butterflies are flying, and each flower is like an elf of nature, swaying gently in the breeze and exuding intoxicating fragrance.

Boom!

The next door burst open, and the scene of the temple changed again, arriving on the boundless ocean.

The waves are surging, seagulls are soaring, and the shadows of sails are dotted in the distance, like a magnificent painting on the sea, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. It seems that they can hear the sound of waves hitting the side of the boat and feel the caress of the sea breeze.

Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!

It was as if a series of doors were opened one by one, from the courtyard where Mingxian stood to the spotless white throne in the center of the palace. All the buildings, spaces, and scenes slowly retreated to both sides, like the scenery on the stage, finally revealing the high and pure white throne.

The temple also moves between different time and space, flashing through one time and space after another.

Finally, stop.

This is a dazzling galaxy, like pearls scattered on the dark tapestry.

Those glowing whirlpools are the galaxies in the universe, rotating and shining in countless numbers, telling countless stories since the birth of the universe.

Every star is a world, and every ray of light is a legend in the long river of time.

This space seems to gather all the glory of the world, yet it reveals loneliness in its vastness.

The stars are dotted like sand, but each grain of sand carries the glory and silence of the solar system. They are densely packed, but each has its own camp, forming the magnificent picture of the universe.

As the Temple of Infinite Time slowly descended, like an observer standing above this magnificent picture, the universe was spread out beneath it like a vast floor.

These star clusters are slices of Universe 608 at different times!

"What super system development? Do you want to just take two galaxies and roll them into a ball?"

Having said this, Mingxian raised his head and looked towards the white throne.

The goddess sat on it, looking down at the strings.

Mingxian also slowly raised his head, his eyes passing through the splendor of the hall, and finally fixed on the throne that was not stained by dust.

On the throne, Lady of the Nine Heavens quietly looked down at the sound of the strings below with a sacred posture. She was full of heroic spirit, like an immortal star, illuminating the entire space.

A blue fairy dress fluttered gently, as if it was the clearest blue in the morning light, contrasting with the gorgeous glow behind her, and the colorful skirt below was like the most gorgeous flowers in spring, and every color told an ancient and mysterious story.

Her face was beautiful beyond words, with a complexion like a peach blossom, skin like cream, eyes like autumn water, and a light of gentleness and wisdom flowing through her. She was so beautiful that she outshone all the other beauties. She seemed like a fairy who had walked out of the ancient world, making people feel awe and unable to look away.

His hand rested lightly on the hilt of the sword.

The sword flashed with a cold light, and the tip of the sword rested firmly on the ground.

"Newborn God Slayer, the earth is too narrow for us to maneuver. Let us end this hunt in this colorless sky that is different from the earth."

"You regard me as prey?"

Mingxian chuckled and said with emotion: "I think the queen is the prey, just like the wild boar I killed before."

"Indeed, judging from your behavior, you are more like a hunter than a soldier or a warrior. Have you ever hunted before?"

"The grandfather who raised me was a hunter."

"It seems that he has cultivated your patience and decisiveness."

"Maybe, but I've never used a shotgun."

Ming Xian shrugged and couldn't help complaining: "Times have changed, and hunters no longer have jobs."

"I can't hunt this or that. I finally got an official job hunting wild boars, but I can't use a shotgun or traps."

"It's called gun control, but traps can easily hurt people by mistake."

“In the end, we had to use a drone to drop darts, which killed the wild boar in a short time.”

The hunter should not be too rigid in his methods, as long as he can kill his opponent.

Ming Xian was very patient in this pursuit that spanned countless worlds.

Similarly, as long as there are weapons that can "kill prey", hunting can be carried out, and of course this also applies to opponents.

Investigate, test, arrange, think...

Early preparation, final hunting.

Victory or defeat is often decided in an instant.

As the eyes of the Queen Mother of the West moved, countless pages of books fluttered out from behind her and turned into paper soldiers that ignored everything. Like dark clouds pressing down on a city, they were vast and boundless, and rushed straight towards the sound of the strings.

"Transform!"

With a clear whistle, [Thousand Bodies Burning Stars] was activated, and in an instant, the flesh and blood were reshaped into red steel, and the clothes transformed into dazzling armor. The red armor was like fire, burning into red steel like glass, and the whole body was suddenly wrapped in blazing flames, as if being in purgatory.

Sic Agito: Burning Form.

A punch was thrown, with a tail flame trailing, and the power of the comet rose to its extreme in an instant.

The army of paper soldiers transformed from book pages was instantly ignited by this fierce blow, turning into ashes all over the sky and drifting into the void.

boom!

Ming Xian kicked his feet, and his body was like an arrow shot from a bow, cutting through the sky, with unparalleled swiftness, heading straight for the Queen Mother of the West on the throne.

The heat wave came towards us, like the ultimate collision between heaven and earth.

A punch landed heavily, and the space shook.

Clang!

The Queen Mother of the West did not stand up, but gently raised the sword in her hand. The sword light flashed like a cold star, accurately blocking the punch.

The sword light and fist shadows intertwined, like the most brilliant fireworks in the night sky.

This punch was too fast.

The Queen Mother of the West didn't even have time to stand up before she was pinned down on the throne by this punch.

"There is a price to pay for showing off your power in front of others!"

"What a stingy man."

The Queen Mother of the West cursed with a smile, gripping the ground with both feet, trying to stand up and fight.

Playing while sitting, unless in a movable wheelchair, would put you at an extreme disadvantage.

Mingxian didn't intend to give her any chance to breathe.

With his fists lightly clenched, Ming Xian's body relaxed like a spring, and he fired quickly and then withdrew his hands quickly.

It’s a jab!

The destructive power of the jab is far less than that of the straight punch or uppercut, but it has unparalleled speed.

Boom boom boom!

The speed of Ming Xian's jabs was simply jaw-dropping.