Chapter 284: What is this strong sense of déjà vu?
"Wow, there are gold coins, that's great."
"Is this a throne? Wouldn't it be possible that if I sit on it, I will automatically become a god?"
"This is nonsense. Since God can take the throne from the previous God, if we kill God, the throne will naturally be ours."
"What is this? The dragon slayer becomes the dragon?"
"What is an evil dragon? This is our trophy. But he is the first one to become a god. I never expected that."
"Indeed, I thought I would be the first to become a god, but it doesn't matter. After all, we can use the power of gods if he becomes a god."
Next to the ancient throne in the void, Xia Yu and others gathered in a circle and chatted. The battle was exciting and they enjoyed watching it very much.
Niel Xiayu looked at the others who were chatting with him, and then looked at the ancient throne.
"Then I'm going to sit on it, you guys watch me."
"What are you looking at? It's not like you'll explode if you sit on it."
"Hurry up, let us see the heroic figure of Kamisama."
Facing the urging of other Xia Yu, Neil Xia Yu shrugged, turned around and sat down on the ancient throne.
The other Xia Yu also looked seriously at Neil Xia Yu who was sitting on the ancient throne. Although they all looked heartless, they still cared about them a lot.
In order to prevent accidents, Neil Xia Yu did not send the power of others back, so that even if any problems occurred, Neil Xia Yu would have the power to resist.
Neil Xia Yu, who was sitting on the throne, closed his eyes and rested, while the other Xia Yu were watching nervously, but as time passed, the other Xia Yu could not hold it anymore.
I've been looking at it for too long without blinking, and my eyes are almost dry.
Gradually, Xia Yu and others turned their eyes away and started to brag, chat, and gossip.
Although they also wanted to wait seriously, the situation did not allow it.
I don’t know how long it had been, but the Xia Yus had gathered in groups of three or four to do other things. Some of the Xia Yu were playing PK games, while others were cheering on the sidelines.
In this lazy atmosphere, Neil Xiayu on the throne opened his eyes.
"Mortal, why don't you come to see Kami of the new world!"
A majestic voice sounded, and Neil Xiayu, who was sitting on the ancient throne, exuded a sacred and inviolable aura. His eyes, which had turned pure red, were filled with indifference and nothingness, and his expression seemed like a different person.
Faced with this scene, the other Xia Yu were stunned at first, then showed contempt on their faces and generously stretched out their right hands and gave the middle finger.
"Kami of the New World? You also want to become Light Yagami?"
"I guess your next question is, can anyone else do it?"
"By the way, remember to make strange poses and facial expressions when you say this, otherwise it will lose its purity."
"Hurry up, I've already turned on the camera."
Faced with the ridicule from others, Neil Xiayu's tense expression couldn't help but break.
"Can't you just cooperate?"
Niel Xiayu covered his face with his hands, feeling that his life had become bleak. Now thinking about it, he wondered why he had been so childish just now.
Tsk, he must have been influenced by others. How could he be such a middle school student inside, as he is the original owner of the ball and now a god?
That’s right!
After some self-enlightenment, Xia Yu instantly felt that his spiritual realm had been sublimated, and he became detached from the world.
"What the hell are you thinking about? You look so slutty."
Hard, the fist is hard.
Neil Xia Yu looked at Huijin Xia Yu who was approaching him, and his fists clenched and unclenched, loosened and clenched again.
After a moment, he relaxed. After all, the other person was himself. Hitting him was like hitting himself. Besides, it was just a bad mouth. If he didn't listen, it would be fine.
"Get out of my way."
Neil Xia Yu stretched out his hand and pushed away Huijin Xia Yu's handsome face, then stood up from the throne.
As he stood up, the ancient throne that seemed to have remained unchanged for eternity returned to nothingness again.
"Oh, that's awesome!"
Ashes Xia Yu came closer again exaggeratedly, touching his face with both hands, his eyes and mouth were crooked, and he manually drew world famous paintings.
Bang——!
A big dark hand suddenly grew out from behind Xia Yu, and then punched Ash Xia Yu away. After punching Ash Xia Yu, Neil Xia Yu looked relieved.
The world is finally quiet .
"Oh yo? Your black hand is the power of God?"
Marvel Xia Yu stepped forward, looking at the darkness surging around Neil Xia Yu, and asked casually.
“That’s not the case.” Niel Xiayu shook his head and denied it. “This is the dark power in the dark space created by the previous generation of gods. Although the dark space is broken, the remaining dark power in it was inherited by me, the new god, just like this.”
As he spoke, Niel Xiayu stretched out his left hand, and sticky black mud dripped from his fingertips, staining the void beneath his feet and turning it into a dark and sticky lake.
Then, huge boneless black hands stretched out from the lake, swaying gently like grass, or twisting irregularly.
“…”
Xia Yu's eyes twitched when he saw this scene. It was clearly a western fantasy world of dragons and magic, so why did this kind of painting style come into being?
"By the way, besides these darknesses, I also have this."
Xia Yu retracted his left hand that was dripping with black mud, and his right hand flashed with light, and a greatsword made of holy light was condensed by him.
In the black mud around him, holy and beautiful pink and white flowers suddenly grew out. These flowers bloomed with the wind and swayed in the wind along with the giant black hand.
The next moment, a pair of holy wings emitting white light condensed from behind Neil Xiayu, making him look extremely sacred.
Even in this brilliance, his pair of pure red eyes seemed a little out of place. After all, generally speaking, golden eyes were more suitable for those who played with holy light.
Niel Xiayu held the hilt of the sword with both hands and held it flat on his chest, looking like an angel judging the world.
Of course, the prerequisite is to ignore the twisted black hand behind him and the rolling black mud under his feet.
Xia Yu: "..."
It's very inconsistent, but I always feel it's reasonable...
"Wait, why do I have a strong sense of déjà vu? I seem to have seen the configuration of Black Mud, Black Hand, Angel and Holy Light somewhere before."
Looking at Neil Xia Yu who was still posing there, Marvel Xia Yu's eyes suddenly became sharp.
After hearing what Marvel Xia Yu said, the other Xia Yu looked at Neil Xia Yu's current appearance, well... he did look very familiar.
"I remember now. Isn't this the late-stage configuration of the Sin Killer Luo? In the late stage, Luo relied on the Holy Light and Darkness to wander between heaven and hell, and eventually became Satan of Hell!"
After this was said, the Xia Yus were silent. No wonder they always felt that this configuration was familiar. It turned out that some big guys had played it this way before...
"Uh... this must be a coincidence."
Hearing the other Xia Yu's discussions, Neil Xia Yu put away the black mud, black hands and the holy light of the flower, and his eyes returned to their original color.
"Black mud and black hands have appeared in the comic "Divas Five", and holy light is not a rare power. I just happened to get these two powers."
"And to be specific, the source of my holy light power is not a real angel, but the damaged godhead left behind after the fall of the previous generation of gods."
As he spoke, Xia Yu opened his right hand, on which floated a broken divine power emitting a faint holy white light.
