After Marrying the Evil God

The answer to him was Bingbian's merciless attack.

Pascal reacted quickly to avoid it, and the ice blade penetrated into the back of the chair behind him, smashing the entire chair made of gold.

"Wow." Pascal applauded and exclaimed, "Not bad."

Snow is gentle and fragile, it melts at the touch of a touch, and when it turns into ice, it can attack powerfully.

Although in Pascal's eyes, they are just tricks.

Qi Baicha came here with him, originally just wanting to investigate the situation, so it's better to solve the matter together. With his strength, 99% of things can be done without fear.

It happened to be in that 1% situation now.

He only received a message from the 108 world **** when he stepped into this mansion. The other party reminded the Demon King Pascal in his plane to break into his territory through the cracks of hell, and also intimately informed Pascal's information and weaknesses.

Saying it means saying nothing.

Because it can't be beaten.

This world is still very young in the Great Thousand Worlds, it is a new plane, and the age of the native gods cannot exceed the age of the world. And Pascal’s world was born much earlier than this world, the time interval between them is more than hundreds of millions of years, and the other side is also living with the world.

Just as the original power of this world is chaos and turbid air, the original power of world No. 108 is light and darkness. The turbid air in this world can transform the gods, but the law of the 108 world is more cruel, stipulating that only one deity can be born between light and darkness. In the end, the light defeated the darkness, gained the godhead, and became the world's highest **** Herman. The darkness is a little worse, failed to obtain the godhead, was suppressed by hell, and became the demon lord Pasker.

It was still a demigod, possessing powers close to that of a god, and only one godhead from the true god.

Even Herman had to spend half of his power to suppress Paskell, but he couldn't completely eliminate him. With his knees, he knew that Qi Baicha had no chance of winning against him.

The snow **** is less than Pascal's age, and in any case is not the opponent of the devil.

Herman is a deity, unable to cross the world to catch Pascal back. Deities passing through the loopholes of time and space will only cause the collapse of the two worlds, and apart from the main god, no deity can break the void with bare hands.

Herman can only tell the gods here about his weakness. Pascal's body is darkness, and the only light that can restrain him, or the more evil darkness.

—Neither sample world has it.

The Apollo has fallen asleep, and even if he is awake, his light is not enough to match Hermann, let alone suppress Pascal. Cthulhu didn't sleep, but he couldn't be stronger than Pasker.

The reason is the same, the local gods are all too young.

Not to mention the age difference, the Snow God God Grid does not have the light attribute and the dark attribute, and it is tantamount to looking for death on Pascal.

But he has to stand up.

A powerful alien invader would be a devastating disaster to any world. God has an obligation to guard it.

Except for the natural disappearance and the collapse of beliefs, the gods are generally immortal. Even if the gods are destroyed, the spirits still exist.

But there is another situation.

In the three thousand worlds, every **** has a godhead, which is stored in the center of the eyebrows. The Godhead is an indispensable symbol of God, the source of God's power, and the Achilles heel of God.

When the godhead is destroyed, the **** falls.

Killing God can really be done.

How else would so many worlds be destroyed? Every day, the world collapses and a new world is born. The gods of the apocalyptic world all perished in various ways and were not indestructible.

But even so—

He will also fight for this world to the last moment before he falls.

In the name of Snow God.

He encountered the most powerful enemy ever.

Xuecha's eyes were cold, and countless ice blades melted into his palm, all attacking Pascal.

He was fortunate that he had only lifted the seal not long ago, and he has not yet sealed it back, in order to restore his youth to his peak strength.

Even though it was one in ten thousand power or in its heyday, it was nothing compared to the demon king who had lived for countless years.

The place where Ice Blade passed was a mess. The fire in the fireplace was extinguished by freezing, the chandelier on the ceiling fell to pieces, and the sofa and carpet were covered with icy ballast. The ice turned into water to wet the floor, and it would slip if you step on it.

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He also carefully avoided Liu Yanxin and Fang Ya'er who were in a coma.

Pascal never dodges or attacks, teasing like a cat and a mouse.

"Such a beautiful little beauty, don't you always fight and kill." Pascal smiled while avoiding the ice blade, "Is this only one method?"

Before the words fell, a large pile of snow fell from the sky, drowning Pascal into a snowman.

Pascal: "..."

He quickly got out of the snowdrift and continued: "Want to play snowman with me? This proposal is pretty good..." Yes, before the two words were spoken, a sharp ice blade struck through the air and passed. A blood stain was drawn on Pascal's cheek on his handsome face.

Pascal felt the blood on his face and couldn't laugh.

There was a gap of hundreds of millions of years between them, and the other party could hurt his fur. The gods in this new world were unexpectedly powerful. In hundreds of millions of years, the young deity in front of him may be qualified to compete for the next master deity.

He stared at the boy coldly: "It seems that you are going to make me angry."

The young deity with extraordinary talent, now that he met, of course, he wanted to kill him in the cradle.

Why would he never lose the position of God because of the short-line gap, never become a true God, and be suppressed in the dark **** for hundreds of millions of years, but this stinky little baby has an infinitely bright future?

The devil was crazy with jealousy.

He swept over with a palm, and the black magic power containing a fatal blow pounced on the young **** with his teeth and claws.

The boy built an ice wall as a shield to resist, but after supporting it for three seconds, the wall shattered, and he was also shaken by the aftermath, and he fell heavily behind the thick curtains.

"Cough cough..." Xuecha leaned on the ground, her limbs were suffering from severe pain, and blood stains slipped along the corners of her mouth.

His complexion became paler, only his lips were stained red with blood.

pain.

The whole body hurts.

"Unbearable." Pascal said leisurely through a thick curtain. "If you grow up for hundreds of millions of years, you may be able to live with me three tricks. It's a pity now...Tsk, it's too weak. The whole body is covered with bones. Doesn't it feel uncomfortable to interrupt?"

Xuecha ignored him, dropped her snow-white eyelashes, her body trembled with pain, and her eyes were still as clear and stubborn as before.

Pascal approached him step by step: "Did you not cry? I heard that the pain of a broken bone is the same as my pain of pulling a feather. Isn't the **** of ice and snow made of water? Why don't you cry?"

"The tears of God do not shed for the enemy."

"Doesn't that flow for your own life and death?"

"No."

"Then why?"

"For the common people."

"Ha." Pascal seemed to have heard some joke, "Just as polite as the guy Herman. He also said, for the sake of the common people, he wants to suppress me in **** for hundreds of millions of years. Obviously at the same time. At birth, who is more noble than whom? I just lost in the partiality of the law! The law favors the light, and the darkness will fall into **** forever."

"For the common people? I hate to hear such an answer."

Pascal opened the curtain and entered, his red eyes staring at him with hostility, black magic in his hands: "Give you a chance to say it again."

Xuecha just laughed ironically: "If you have no heart to guard the world, how can you become a god?"

One shot down.

The boy vomited another mouthful of blood, splashed the curtains red, and his slender fingers were stained bright red.

Mortals suffering this degree of injury will definitely be killed on the spot. He is a god, and he won't die if his godhead is not destroyed, but that doesn't mean he won't hurt.

He is in pain.

"Still not crying?" Pascal wondered, "How can I make you cry? Destroy the world and destroy the common people? But you probably won't see it anymore. You will be destroyed before them. Poor God of Ice and Snow. , You didn’t protect the world you wanted to protect in the end, so why bother in vain?"

"I never disqualified until I died."

Therefore, there is no shame in the world, no shame in the heart.

The only unwilling person is Mr. Fu.

If he really wants to fall here today, the one he missed the most, the one he wanted the most, and the one he couldn't bear to let go, would still be Mr. Fu.

A cell phone rang suddenly in the quiet room.

The screen of the mobile phone dropped not far away lit up, and the call was "Mr. Fu".

Xuecha's eyes trembled, and she tried to stretch out her blood-stained fingers and pressed the answer button.

"Hello? Chacha..."

Fu Mingye in the office didn't know that his beloved Chacha was lingering under the devil's claws, winding all over his body with mottled blood, and answered his call with his last strength.

Just hearing the familiar voice, Xuecha's emotions surged instantly. The pain and grievance and the unwillingness to be separated forever made him suddenly lose his composure, and his eyes quickly turned red.

He cried and said, "Sir, I hurt..."

Before the voice was over, the phone was kicked away by Pascal, kicked out of the curtain and hit the wall, and was directly scrapped.

Pascal looked at the tears on the boy's face in surprise: "Did you cry?"

"I don't cry when I'm crushed to pieces. A phone call is so magical? Why?"

for love.

The devil cannot understand.

"Do you care about the person opposite?"

"You are not allowed to move him!" The boy stared at him fiercely.

"It's up to you." Pascal smiled, "I, I like destroying things that others care about the most. Hiss—"

Xuecha melted into an ice blade and pierced his boots hard and pierced on the ground.

The ice quickly melted into water and disappeared. Pascal looked at the bleeding hole on the shoe with a gloomy tone: "You really made me impatient."

"There is no ice and snow in my attributes, and plundering your godhead will have no effect on me. It can only destroy your godhead." Paskel regretted. "It's a pity that if it is a godhead like darkness, I can still occupy it. If I have it, then I will become a **** too..."

Pascal put his hand in front of Xuecha's forehead, ready to dig out his godhead.

Xuecha fainted in pain.

The young man's eyebrows gradually revealed a half-diamond shape.

"Huh? Strange." Pascal was taken aback.

"Why do you only have half a godhead?"

Moreover, it's not like a godhead of ice and snow attributes...

The unconscious **** couldn't hear it.

Pascal didn't intend to entangle this question, even if it only had half of it, he would take it out and ruin it.

Without waiting for him to continue, there was a sudden voice outside: "Is anyone?"

Who is so short-eyed to come in and die at this time?

Pascal walked out directly behind the curtain.

Fu Mingye looked at the man with long horns and wings on his back, and asked without changing his face: "Have you seen a man? He is so tall and looks good. He wears a white shirt and jeans."

Pascal: "...I didn't see it."

Who is this man? Who is he talking to? Didn't he see my horns and wings?

Today, Pascal only saw the true body of the Snow God in the juvenile form, and he really had no impression of the youth Qi Baicha described by Fu Mingye.

Fu Mingye looked around the room.

The room was in a mess, with traces of fighting, two women on the ground were in a coma, and an inhuman creature who didn't know which plane came from, exuding the aura of "I'm very strong" all over.

It looks like he can't beat it.

Cha Cha is not here.

"It's okay, excuse me." Fu Mingye said, turning around and going out.

The person who knows the current affairs is a junjie, and he runs immediately if he fails to fight, saving people is never within his scope of responsibility. Cthulhu has never liked troubles, and now he just wants to find tea.

Pascal: "?"

When he comes here as he wants, does he leave as he wants to leave?

However, before saying "stop", Fu Mingye stopped first.

He saw the phone that fell in the corner. The phone case was a customized model for his and Chacha couple.

Fu Mingye lowered his eyes instantly.

He turned around again and said, "I have something."