Chapter 428: Self-Detonation

Bai Qi didn't know Li Mu's thoughts at this moment. Even if he knew, he would just smile disdainfully. He was Martial Lord Bai Qi, the true Human Butcher, not only slaughtering people, but also quite a few gods had been slaughtered by him.

Wang Jian destroyed countries and destroyed quite a few deities, but compared to him, it was much worse. When he was conquering the Six States back then, the deities who died in his hands, not to say a hundred, at least dozens had been.

At that time, deities, in various countries, didn't count as any taboo; only in the Qin State was it not.

The Qin State, from the beginning, had never sacrificed to deities, because the Great Qin's ancestors were descendants of the Great Shang's important minister E Lai, and the descendants also didn't forget the legacy of their predecessors.

They were even clearer about how the Great Shang was destroyed. That was four great battles with the Divine Court, ultimately leading to the destruction of the country.

Although ultimately the Great Shang was destroyed by the Western Zhou King Wu, in reality, that King Wu was just a feudal lord at the time.

If it weren't for his father being a sage of the human race, what was that King Wu? Among the eight hundred feudal lords of the Great Shang, there were many who were more powerful than King Wu.

The Western Zhou relied on the Divine Court's deities to be able to sit in that position, or rather, the Divine Court relied on the Western Zhou's power.

But regardless, the one who truly caused the destruction of the Great Shang was the Divine Court.

Toward the Divine Court, the Great Qin was naturally hostile, so from the beginning of the Great Qin, they had never sacrificed to deities. Instead, the experts of the old Qin people would make moves against deities.

Bai Qi was even more of an outstanding one among them.

So he was called the God of Slaughter, not because he killed many people, but because he slaughtered quite a few gods, which was why he was called a generation's God of Slaughter.

As for entering the demonic path, perhaps others killed so many people, so much killing, and might walk the path of entering the demonic path, but he wouldn't.

He was clearer than anyone else; killing was just a means.

His heart had always been cold, cold to the extreme. Military generals of the Dao of Killing who entered the demonic path and became human demons did so because their hearts were not hard enough or cold enough. Every time after a great battle, they would always ponder.

Once they pondered, their thinking would fall into chaos. The more they thought, ultimately if they didn't walk out, they would enter the demonic path.

And he wouldn't. His heart was colder and harder than extreme cold mysterious yin iron. Killing, even if slaughtering a million, he wouldn't have any thoughts afterward.

Without thoughts arising, naturally there was no chance to enter the demonic path.

He was born for the Dao of Killing. Killing was his instinct.

In just a few dozen breaths, he beheaded two deities, and Bai Qi's eyes even became blood-red.

The sea of blood behind him wrapped around his body, and even began to spread toward the surroundings, as if wanting to shroud the remaining few deities.

"Don't hold back anymore. Can't you see? These humans just want to wipe us out."

Bai Qi and the others beheading two companions so sharply made the remaining deities feel terrified.

They were deities, but they were also afraid of death. Having lived for tens of thousands of years, they were even more afraid of death.

Bai Qi's gaze, which was like looking at dead people, also stung the few deities. Between each other, they didn't dare to have any other thoughts.

Right now, the most important thing for them was to survive. Seven human Three Flowers experts, and only four of them remained.

Whether in quantity or quality, they were in a disadvantageous position. At this time, if they didn't think about huddling together and still thought about harboring their own schemes, that was truly no different from courting death.

Now, don't talk about any Divine Emperor inheritance. Even if it was truly below, what did it have to do with them? If they couldn't repel the human race or rush out of the encirclement, then it was just waiting for death.

The four deities were terrified and simultaneously erupted with divine power.

As Innate Deities, having lived for over ten thousand years, although most of the time was spent in deep sleep, it didn't mean they were just empty shells with cultivation.

The struggles between deities were also extremely cruel. They were also gods who walked up step by step from weak gods, or killed their way up.

Innate Deities, although born and raised by heaven and earth, didn't mean they were powerful at birth. When they gave birth to spiritual wisdom, although they were more powerful than the human race, some had deep foundations, perhaps giving birth to spiritual wisdom and possessing Five Qi power.

But the vast majority were lower than Five Qi, many were Profound Mastery, or even the Ning Shen realm.

Such a realm, in the human race territory, was still not bad; after all, the human race interior was relatively peaceful.

But in the mountains and rivers, that was the thick law of death, the law of the jungle, the weak eating the strong.

At all times, it was in killing. If you were weak, you would very likely face death.

It could be said that the rise of these deities all carried endless blood; it was walked out from killing.

The accompanying killing was not small.

Not one grew up in a greenhouse.

Because most deities were lonely, and all were alone, naturally there were no elders to protect them.

The only thing they could count on was themselves.

Facing danger, the few deities finally erupted.

"Haha!"

"Well come!"

Bai Qi saw the few people erupt with divine might, the vast divine power suddenly bursting open, becoming even more excited.

The stronger the enemy, the more excited he was. Only in this way could he have enough stimulation, and he could improve his cultivation in this danger.

Otherwise, he would truly be disappointed.

"Despicable human race, you will only ever use these schemes and tricks."

"Bah! This is our strategy. You blockheads will never remember the beating." Lian Po, hearing this god's curse, immediately scolded back.

"No more nonsense!"

Bai Qi said coldly, and then killed up again. His absolute killing spear technique directly shrouded one of the deities.

Regardless, he still had to follow the plan, beheading layer by layer, breaking them one by one.

And the imperial clan's four elders changed their formation again, their might shrouding the remaining three. The fewer the deities, the more favorable it was for them.

They didn't need anything else, just needing to block these people, trapping the remaining deities, not letting them escape, and leaving the rest to Bai Qi and the others.

Wanting them to behead deities might be difficult, but trapping people, preventing deities from escaping, was relatively easier.

They naturally also understood that the more these deities died, the better it was for the Great Qin.

In the future, it would be even easier for the Great Qin to destroy the Divine Court.

Destroying the Divine Court was not just the Emperor's ambition, but also the thought of countless old Qin people.

So at this moment, the imperial clan's four elders, even if they had to die, were blocking the remaining three, not letting these three gods join forces with the other one.

"Kill!"

"Want this deity to die?"

Shrouded by Bai Qi and the others' offensive, this deity revealed his original form, turning into a red monster.

Golden feather hair, two heads and demon body, strange single horn, looking extremely demonic.

However, Bai Qi and the others didn't care. These deities were strange and varied; they had long since been accustomed to it and didn't care about the other party's form at all. Even if it was strange, their attacks didn't weaken in the slightest. ===== CHAPTER 429 =====