Chapter 267: Killing Ghosts and Gods!

Bi Maoshen got up in disgrace, and as he got up, the rockery on his back also collapsed, and the gravel rolled all the way to his feet.

"Mortal, you have succeeded in angering me." Bishen said angrily, stretched out his hand to wipe his face, and restored the distorted facial features to their original state. There were countless words of anger written on that face.

"A false god who was born as a sacrifice, does he really think he is a god above the nine heavens?" Lin Lang sneered, any sacrifice god is a false god, only those born in the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers and rivers are the real ones. gods.

For example, a sacrificial god like Bimaishen can only be used as food for monks in the fairy world. All are enslaving them, extracting their value.

"If you are a real god, I might still be afraid of you and retreat immediately, but a mere sacrifice to a god is not even a god soul, so what can I do?" Lin Lang sneered.

"Mortal, you should bear the wrath of my thunder."

Bi Shenshen uttered a cold voice, behind him, the black mist was so dense that it seemed like water could be squeezed out.

And his figure also became illusory in vain, merging with the black mist without distinguishing each other.

"You are not a god, you will never know how huge the energy of the gods is, our strongest will never be the physical body, but the soul!"

After the words fell, Bi Maishen's body skyrocketed again, from the original height of more than three meters, to a height of nearly five meters, and this was just the beginning. Growing up, it didn't slow down until it was about fifteen meters.

What is the concept of fifteen meters? It is equivalent to the height of a five-story building!

"Look, God, it's manifested!"

The believers who were about to come to visit the shrine in the distance saw this scene, as if witnessing a miracle, they knelt down devoutly.

Outside the Hachiman Palace, more and more people gathered. At first, one or two exclaimed, and then they knelt down spontaneously. In the end, a Taoist wall was formed, and it was kowtow and worship.

"See, this is the power of God, ants, welcome my wrath!"

Bishen's huge palm volleyed and patted it, covering the sky and the sun, as if it wanted to explode the entire sky.

"Not bad, really good." Lin Lang licked his lips, as if looking at a perfect prey.

At the same time, a black cloud descended into the world, with a huge palm wrapped in its center falling straight down. Lin Lang was not afraid at all, his eyes were purple, and he jumped up into the air, dodging the giant palm.

At the same time, Lin Lang's thoughts moved slightly, and he launched the thunder method, and a group of crackling thunderballs appeared in his hands the next moment.

"go."

Lin Lang threw the thunder ball forward and hit the huge god's body. The thunder and lightning instantly expanded and exploded, blasting a hole the size of a millstone in Bimaishen's body.

As soon as Lin Lang dodged, lightning balls kept forming in his hands, like cannonballs, pouring forward continuously.

Not long after, Bimaishen's majestic and majestic body became dilapidated, with big holes shining brightly, reflecting traces of the sky. At the same time, the thunder and lightning that were about to dissipate climbed on Bimaishen's body. There is a flash of lightning arc, which is really shocking.

Thunder and lightning are always the nemesis of the soul body, especially compared to the products of pure spirituality like selling gods, it is a natural nemesis.

"It's useless, the thunder can indeed restrain my body, but the energy of the soul of the gods is too huge, your little thunder can't hurt me."

Biqian laughed loudly, his mind moved, and the black cloud covered him. When the black cloud cleared again, those injuries had already recovered.

Lin Lang didn't say anything, just controlled the crazily gushing out of the consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the spiritual consciousness became a thread, wrapping around his side, he held one end of the spiritual consciousness thread, and threaded the needle, like a tailor, sewing and mending, a handle of spiritual consciousness The long sword woven of silk gradually took shape.

"I can only transform my consciousness into silk now. If I can transform into a form of consciousness, I don't have to be so troublesome. I can kill him right here." Lin Lang shook his head in his heart. Consciousness formed, perfect operation of spiritual combat, he still can't do this.

"However, as long as this guy is beheaded, everything can be easily solved!"

Lin Lang's eyes were piercing, and he was holding a long sword of spiritual consciousness, with a fierce fighting spirit.

He jumped in the air, and the long sword suddenly slashed out, colliding with the attacking palm.

At this moment, the tip of the Divine Consciousness Sword trembled countless times, and it showed its sharpness. It cut into the hands of Bi Maishen, like chopping melons and vegetables, and directly smashed Bi Maishen's palm.

It has to be said that the divine power of Bimaishen is really huge and boundless, even several times that of Lin Lang, but the subtlety is not enough, and he only knows simple moves such as chopping, hammering and kicking.

But Lin Lang is also different. He has long been able to achieve the power of spiritual consciousness, and there are countless secrets of spiritual consciousness. Comparing the two, it is like one is holding a tofu chopping knife, and the other is cutting tofu with a kitchen knife.

Even if the total amount is not as good as the opponent, they are always fighting with airs, and it will be a matter of time before they win.

The attack of Biqian Shen fell on Lin Lang, which could only shake his soul a little, but couldn't even shake it. And Lin Lang can always cause injuries to the God of Bishen, this is the difference.

Finally, Lin Lang saw the right moment, swung his body, and floated to the top of Biguaishen's head like air, the blade of the sword groaned softly, and slashed heavily at the top of Biguaishen's head.

In an instant, Lin Lang fell from the sky to the ground, spanning a height of more than ten meters. Under the sharp long sword, his body was as fragile as a piece of white paper.

He calmly withdrew his sword, like a handsome swordsman wielding his sword to the end of the world, independent of the world.

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The Goddess shattered with a bang, the black clouds dissipated, and the blue sky was still so clear.