Chapter 702: Slaying God

Chapter Seven Zero One: Slaying the God

In front of the River God Temple.

Ink Painting, with his small body, confronted the towering and bizarre River God, his presence not yielding in the slightest.

Everything around had already turned into ruins, with broken walls, leftover debris, and fallen temple remnants.

Most of the River God Temple had first been submerged by the River God's boundless blood river divine ability, and then burned and boiled dry by the fire array manifested from Ink Painting's divine thought.

In the midst of the ruins, only the square where the fishermen cultivated and knelt in worship, and the great hall behind the River God, remained intact.

The River God's gaze towards Ink Painting held deep apprehension.

Ink Painting's gaze, on the other hand, was leisurely and unafraid, though he felt a bit tricky in his heart, especially with this kind of blood river surging "divine ability."

The River God was startled, and then his pupils suddenly widened, full of horror.

Ink Painting saw at a glance that this fish monster was exactly the transformed River God.

In the middle of the offering table, a glazed fish tank was placed, filled with blood-red small fish.

The River God sneered and did not answer.

Ink Painting immediately reached out and pinched this small fish to death.

His divine thought flowed, manifesting five elements techniques: gold blade, water arrow, and fire ball were used together, striking towards the blood-colored fish whiskers around him, cutting them off or burning them one by one.

"Innate divine ability..."

After dozens of rounds of fighting, although Ink Painting held a slight advantage, it was still difficult to determine the winner, and indeed, as the River God said, he couldn't fundamentally do anything to him.

The River God instantly understood what Ink Painting wanted to do, and couldn't help but tremble with fear, roaring in shock:

"Unlike that sword cultivator from that year, his divine thought, although far from yours, his divine thought transformed into a sword, its sharpness to the extreme..."

The two children also stopped their transformation.

The River God circled with Ink Painting, either engaging with the white bone fish fork and condensing blood thorns, or displaying the blood river divine ability to corrode Ink Painting's divine thought.

The River God's body transformed into blood water, evil thoughts surging wave after wave, immediately chasing after Ink Painting.

He had lived for so long, seen so many humans, demons, ghosts, and gods, and had never seen anyone admit defeat so straightforwardly, so calmly, and still so righteously and forcefully.

Ink Painting licked his lips, "How would I know if I don't try."

The River God's voice was ice cold, with a faint sarcasm:

"No need to struggle..."

He looked at Ink Painting, his expression adding several points of solemnity, and slowly said in a hoarse voice:

"In these several hundred years, you are the second person to make this venerable feel so tricky."

Within the great hall, there were blood-silk golden coverings, carved beams and painted pillars, luxurious and splendid, with various skull carvings and ornaments, as well as bright pearls transformed from blood-colored evil thoughts.

He couldn't even "eat" anything.

And in the middle of the great hall, there was an altar.

Ink Painting flipped the altar up and down, but couldn't find anything of value.

The sword shape was rough, like a sword embryo, but within it contained divine thought, its sharpness to the extreme, its killing intent stern.

Ink Painting sighed, and without a word, immediately turned and ran.

"Even if you fall into an evil ghost, your vital energy will be greatly injured, and you won't be my opponent."

In the end, which thousand-knived, miscellaneous remnant god told this thousand-knived, ten-thousand-cut little evil livestock about the god ban?!

The golden light was sharp, going forward invincibly, directly piercing through the River God's chest.

The River God transformed into a blood river and disappeared in an instant.

"The first one was a sword cultivator."

Ink Painting looked at the River God who was close to him, suddenly smiled brightly, "...I can also transform my divine thought into a sword, right?"

Ink Painting stood in front of the altar, narrowing his eyes and smiling at the River God.

In the square, there were believers of the River God, which was the foundation of his preaching.

In the center of the altar was a golden stone statue of the River God, whose appearance was exactly the same as the River God's, but on top of it were two connected sheep horns, looking very strange.

Ink Painting stared at the River God again.

And after that, they saw an even more incredible scene...

Including the two children on the great river, as well as Gu An and Gu Quan, they all gradually woke up from the nightmare...

Just like the sword cultivator's strike hundreds of years ago.

From a distance, he saw that the originally tightly closed great hall door had been forcibly broken open, just enough for a small child to drill in.

And his feint to the east and attack to the west, directly destroying the altar, explained that he knew everything about the divine way.

Ink Painting struggled alone, but the fish whiskers were entwined with powerful evil thoughts of the great waste god, which were extremely tough and tied Ink Painting completely down.

A huge blood mist suddenly sprayed and surged all around.

"But no matter how strong his sword intent, he himself was only a 'person,' and could not change the fragile fact of god's knowledge."

After lifting one foot, he kicked over the offering table, turned around and kicked down the River God statue, and even jumped onto the River God statue, breaking off the two sheep horns of the River God statue.

The River God's divine body began to distort and deform.

The divine thought transformed into sword energy, twisting and shattering the blood-colored evil thoughts in his chest.

The fishermen who had just woken up from the nightmare were alarmed and their expressions were uncertain.

He thought for a moment and suddenly felt a surge of alarm, saying in shock:

And after that, without a word, he suddenly rushed up again and fought with the River God.

At the same time, a point of extremely sharp golden light suddenly appeared.

However, this "dragon palace" was dense with blood, a forest of white bones, and somewhat resembled the underworld.

"And you are different..."

Ink Painting sighed, turned to leave, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a small blood-colored fish swimming out of the statue.

The god ban was only spread among gods; mortals knowing it was one in a million.

The River God, whose head was separated from his body by the divine thought transformed sword, gradually turned into a pool of thick blood water.

Ink Painting heard the words and no longer struggled, seemingly giving up resistance.

The River God was relatively far away and could not stop in time, only watching with wide eyes as Ink Painting behaved recklessly, instantly turning the entire altar into a mess.

And ordinary cultivators, even ordinary sword cultivators who transform their divine thought into swords, encountering this kind of true god-level "divine ability" technique would have absolutely no chance of survival.

"Then I will eat all the people and livestock, expanding my divine thought, and then slowly torment this little ghost, swallowing him raw and peeling him alive..."

Even, it still urged a stock of evil thoughts that did not belong to it.

Only the faint evil energy that remained was not even enough to fill his tooth gap, and Ink Painting fundamentally didn't care about it.

"You cannot break my divine body. In my nightmare, you fundamentally cannot do anything to me."

Looking now, he was evenly matched with this large fish head, but truly wanting to defeat him seemed not so easy.

At this time, they were kneeling piously towards the River God statue, and two special blood fish were swimming in their minds, seemingly "assimilating" with the two children.

"His divine thought is too extreme; his divine thought transforms into a sword, divine thought is the sword, so his sword can injure me, but I can easily heavily injure him."

"But even if your divine thought is strong again, your killing power is still far less than that sword cultivator from that year."

"Thinking of ruining my dojo, breaking my foundation, extinguishing my divine way..."

Even using arrays had very little effect.

Ink Painting's heart tightened, sensing something was wrong, and he hurriedly transformed into a stream of water, rushing to the front hall square.

"How dare you!?"

Ink Painting's actions were extremely fast.

The River God statue fell, the offering table was overturned, the glazed tank was broken, the strange sacrifices were scattered all over the ground, and as the dream realm collapsed, they gradually distorted and transformed into wisps of evil energy.

But this time the divine ability was relatively small, only within a few zhang around, condensing a river of blood-colored evil thoughts to limit Ink Painting's attack.

That senior sword cultivator from that year should have also broken this blood river divine ability.

"Is there no kind of possibility..."

Upon arriving in front of the square, he saw that the square was a bloody mess.

"Great hall!"

There was no divine marrow.

The fish head also seemed to grow a tumor, suddenly large and suddenly small, constantly expanding and contracting.

Even more unexpected, Ink Painting's courage was so great, and his character was so deceitful and treacherous!

He looked at Ink Painting, so angry that his whole body trembled.

The River God's chest was broken open by a faint golden sword light.

The powerful divine thought, fused with faint golden god marrow, was the sword of a true "god."

Ink Painting was abnormally familiar with this stock of evil thoughts; he had even "eaten" it before.

But Ink Painting didn't see it when he was deducing the cause and effect.

Ink Painting's heart was shocked, and then an idea couldn't help but pop up:

"...Don't know if I can learn?"

This "collective nightmare" was built by the River God but supported by the faith of the fishermen.

No matter how Ink Painting struggled, he couldn't break free.

The entire River God Temple, without an owner, instantly shook violently and began to collapse.

Now that the altar was destroyed, the nightmare had lost its source. Once the fishermen woke up and left the nightmare, the foundation of the entire nightmare would inevitably be shaken.

The altar was simple and ancient in its carving, but luxurious in its setup, solemn and dignified.

This shocking scene impacted the hearts of all the fishermen, making them shocked and horrified, and it was difficult for them to calm down for a long time.

It should have been during the fight that the intersecting waves of divine thought were too great, blurring the cause and effect. When he was deducing it himself, it was only a flash and it was over, and he couldn't see the specific fighting process.

Ink Painting suddenly realized something, his hand filled with golden light, he punched out, and the River God blocked it with blood-colored demon claws.

Hazy as if waking from a nightmare, vague knowledge traced back, they gradually restored some consciousness, and at the same time, they were slowly leaving the dream realm.

But there was no faint golden god marrow.

A small cultivator with a body entwined with faint golden light, holding a golden divine sword, dragged the River God onto a platform, and then pressed the River God's head with his left hand, raised his right hand, and brought the sword down, drawing out a dazzling golden light, and the River God's head was neatly cut off.

The River God displayed his boundless blood river divine ability, submerging half of the River God Temple, but only two places were not submerged: the square and the great hall.

But he fundamentally didn't believe it.

This pool of blood water was composed of evil thoughts.

First, he had guessed correctly.

This is... the River God?!

One by one, the figures of the fishermen gradually dissipated.

Not only was his divine thought absurdly strong, but his intellect was also cunning and treacherous.

And under the River God statue, an offering table was placed.

The altar was the key to everything.

A life-and-death crisis was right before his eyes, even more terrifying than the sword crisis from several hundred years ago.

Their gaze, still filled with shock, looked towards the demonic object-like River God in the middle.

The River God had the same idea.

The River God was initially unconcerned, but after seeing the direction Ink Painting was running, which was the square where the fishermen knelt in worship, a fierce look flashed in his eyes.

"...Your divine thought is very powerful; your divine thought killing is experienced; your divine thought techniques also emerge endlessly; you can both manifest techniques and even manifest such profound arrays..."

Ink Painting furrowed his brow tightly, thought for a moment, and then honestly said:

The entire River God Temple seemed to be trembling slightly.

In the face of a life-and-death crisis, the small fish desperately thrashed its body, shaking off all its dirty blood water, revealing its silver-white body.

This little ghost, using some unknown means, actually hid his breath and created a feint.

"Where are you going?"

He thought he was going to steal his home!

"This altar... why is it so poor?"

"It can be said that you are more like a 'god' than a 'person'."

Ink Painting's figure flashed, already arriving in front of him, pressing his shoulder with his left hand, holding the sword of divine thought with his right hand, and suddenly stabbing.

The nightmare also began to accelerate its collapse.

The River God struggled and retreated backward, wanting to get away from Ink Painting, wanting to get away from this "little King Yama" who held a golden sword.

But before he could finish manifesting, several blood-colored fish whiskers suddenly drilled out from the ground, stabbing into his small legs, and then tied Ink Painting firmly, lifting him up in front of the River God.

And at this time, Ink Painting was standing in front of the altar, touching his small chin, thinking and nodding slightly.

But the sword cultivator's sword was silver.

"And your divine thought, combining attack and defense, is too balanced. You are strong in everything, but not once strong to the extreme."

Ink Painting naturally dared to do anything.

The River God's expression was cold and indifferent.

The River God's voice was hoarse and distorted, his expression ferocious and terrifying.

What a pity...

The awakened fishermen were filled with panic and struggled to escape in all directions.

Since it was difficult to determine the winner, Ink Painting decided not to peek directly, so he pretended to escape towards the square, but actually used stealth, secretly returned, broke open the great hall door, and saw the true altar in the River God's "old home."

Small silver fish?

Ink Painting was startled, his expression showing a slight surprise, but seeing that this small silver fish's body had no blood or other abnormal aura, and was not polluted by evil gods, he had a benevolent thought and spared its life.

The trembling small silver fish nodded repeatedly at Ink Painting, as if thanking him, and then darted away like a stream of silver light, not knowing where it swam.

"So he can heavily injure me, but you cannot!"

Ink Painting estimated that he still had some time, so he returned to the great hall and arrived in front of the altar.

That senior should have obtained the true inheritance of the transformed sword from the Taixu Sect, and after long years of accumulating and grinding his sword way, he had such divine thought power and could fight face to face with gods.

This little cultivator, although young, was treacherous and strange, and one word he said could not be believed.

But the River God did not submerge the great hall once, which must be because there was something in this great hall that was as important as the foundation of preaching, even more important.

Ink Painting's heart moved.

With lightning speed, he lifted the glazed fish tank and suddenly smashed it on the ground, stepping on the blood fish in the fish tank one by one, killing them.

The River God's eyes were already completely red.

"Good treacherous little livestock!!"

Ink Painting's heart said indeed.

The River God's evil thoughts also constantly dissipated all around, and his entire divine body seemed like a deflating balloon, gradually shriveling, finally returning to its original body state.

Even a cultivator who cultivates divine thought transformation sword, unless their sword intent reaches the peak and creates the extreme, otherwise encountering this kind of powerful blood river divine ability, perhaps there would be more ill fortune than good.

Ink Painting casually waved, a faint golden light flashed, condensing into a gold line, and easily cut off all the tough evil thought fish whiskers in front of him!

Huge terror surged in the River God's eyes.

The altar had already been destroyed.

The two children seemed to be undergoing "transformation," blood-colored fish gills growing on their mouths and cheeks, green fish scales growing on their skin, and traces of fin transformation on their hands and feet, seemingly transforming into two "small river children" point by point.

A deformed fish monster, with a fat fish head, a body like a demon, its whole body blood red, its fish whiskers thick like tentacles, spread all around, binding one by one the fishermen, sucking divine knowledge from their bodies.

Vast, transforming, enough to compare with the divine power of a beautiful god, all surging into Ink Painting's right hand, and constantly compressing, condensing, casting into an extremely thick and heavy, extremely condensed sword shape.

The River God's heart was bleeding.

Anger attacked his heart, the River God's evil thoughts boiled, and the blood color on his clothes became so thick it turned black.

Just as the altar was destroyed and the glazed fish tank was smashed, the blood fish evil spirits in the minds of the two children on the great river were like dehydrated fish; although they struggled for a few breaths, they gradually withered and died.

The fishermen who were being sucked by the River God's fish whiskers also broke free from the magic claws one after another.

But it was too late.

It seemed like a handle, with powerful divine thought power, condensing the sword of divine ability!

A point of god marrow was fused into the sword, opening its edge.

A moment later, his clear voice rang out again.

But he chased for a long time, always chasing to the front of the square, and still did not see Ink Painting's figure.

The River God was so angry that his whiskers stood on end, and immediately the blood river rolled back, returning to the front of the great hall at an even faster speed.

The River God's eyelids twitched.

It was like a small dragon palace at the bottom of a river.

Great Waste Evil God...

Divine ability!

These two words sounded very imposing!

If he could learn it himself, wouldn't he truly be as powerful as a god?

The River God saw that Ink Painting understood and smiled slightly, revealing his pale fangs.

The River God fundamentally did not expect that Ink Painting would actually still conceal himself.

This was the altar he had painstakingly built over several hundred years, but in the blink of an eye, it was all destroyed.

"So, from the moment you entered the dream realm, this venerable has been standing in an undefeated position."

Ink Painting took advantage of the withdrawal, pulled open the distance, and said displeasedly:

The River God was greatly angered and immediately rushed into the great hall.

"If it weren't for this venerable's superior skill, he would have almost fallen into his hands."

"Little ghost, you think you can ruin my dojo?!"

Ink Painting furrowed his brow, his expression extremely solemn, and then he gritted his teeth and began to concentrate, seeming to be thinking of condensing a large array to deal with the River God.

And Ink Painting's sword was golden.

At close range, he fought with fists and feet, and at a distance, he used techniques to restrain, occasionally manifesting several arrays, exploding below the River God.

They were forcibly driven out of the nightmare.

He was already vigilant enough, but he never expected that he would meet such an absurd human race little evil livestock today.

It was both due to anger and because the "nightmare" was broken, shaking his fundamental source.

"Even if your divine thought is strong again, it will become rootless floating duckweed. Either your body will die and your god will fall, or you will fall and become evil, transforming into an evil ghost..."

"I admit defeat, I won't play anymore, can you let me out?"

"Several hundred years ago, he came here alone, one person and one sword, wanting to extinguish this venerable's lineage. His sword technique was profound and unfathomable, and his sword intent was sharp to the extreme..."

And the River God's power was still strengthening point by point, his fish whiskers were also thickening point by point, and the evil thoughts on his body were step by step heading towards the peak.

"Are you dragging time?"

The offering table was filled with fish and fresh sacrifices; upon closer inspection, they were all made of human bones and flesh.

Under the offering table, two children were kneeling, who were precisely the two sons on the great river.

Ink Painting wrinkled his brow, although time was limited, he still first took a big gulp, swallowing all the River God's evil thoughts into his abdomen.

This little ghost was indeed thick-skinned.

The River God's eyes widened slightly, containing several points of sigh.

The River God wrinkled his strange eyebrows.

A fish that slipped through the net?

"Good..."

It was even possible that he knew an extremely large amount.

The River God was beheaded by Ink Painting's divine thought transformed sword.

"You are a person; a person has a flesh body. I only need to drag you into this dream realm and wait for your body outside to rot and decay, or have an accident, and your flesh body will perish..."

Except for the evil that must be eradicated, driving out evil requires curing the root cause.

But there were too many fish whiskers, and Ink Painting fundamentally couldn't cut them all off.

The great hall door was tightly closed, and he was not inside, so he didn't know what was in it.

"Your body will die and your god will fall, and you will perish on your own."

The fishermen's gaze gradually cleared.

Although he also knew that he was not a true "god," and since this divine ability was an innate talent, perhaps it could not be learned later.

And at this time in the square, the fishermen who were kneeling and worshiping the River God, the blood fish evil spirits in their minds also died one by one from dehydration.

"This is... true divine power."

"I said before, your divine thought is strong, but too balanced. You are strong in everything, but not once strong to the extreme."

A trembling small silver fish nodded repeatedly at Ink Painting, as if thanking him, and then darted away like a stream of silver light, not knowing where it swam.