Myth Invasion: I Kill the Gods on Earth

Harvest?

Lin Fan looked at Bai Qi in astonishment and whispered, "Is that okay?"

Bai Qi's face was complicated, and he was a little uncertain as he said, "It should be... okay."

In fact, Bai Qi himself was not confident either.

Harvesting wheat?

He is the god of death!

This major is not right for you!

However, although Bai Qi has never been formally trained in harvesting, he has also done harvesting work in Daxia. At that time, he brought millions of Daqin armors to harvest wheat all the way from the Mausoleum of the First Emperor.

It can be considered as some experience.

But regardless of whether it works or not, at this point, we can only bite the bullet.

"Okay." Lin Fan looked at the second elder of the God of Agriculture Temple.

The second elder nodded and smiled: "Then let's get started, and let me see the agricultural achievements of this divine slave."

After saying that, the second elder turned to a young god and said, "Young Master, go and compete with him to see how fast this person is in harvesting?"

"Okay. After all, he is his own god's slave, so he will naturally be tested." The young god chuckled, and slowly stepped down to stand in another wheat field.

"My divine slave doesn't have a sickle, please lend me one." Lin Fan continued.

After all, it was impossible for Bai Qi to take out the Blood Scythe. The recognition was too high, and he was afraid of being recognized in a matter of minutes.

"Here." The second elder handed over an ordinary-sized sickle nonchalantly. It was extremely light and was considered a low-level artifact.

Bai Qi took it and waved it around a few times.

"Click!"

The sickle broke directly!

"The weight is too light, change it to a heavier one." Bai Qi frowned.

The second elder was stunned for a moment, his eyes were a little stunned, and he frowned and said, "Do you know how to harvest?"

Harvesting is not killing!

This is a delicate job!

Why are you waving so wildly? Did you think you were going to the battlefield?

The Temple of the God of Agriculture is the temple least good at fighting in the God Realm. They conquer planes mostly by controlling food. Those lower beings who have no food to eat will naturally surrender to the gods who give them food.

The second elder handed Bai Qi a sickle again. This time the sickle was heavy and sharp, and the air was torn when it shook.

Medium artifact!

Bai Qi waved widely again.

"Click!"

The sickle broke again.

"Do you really know how to harvest?" The second elder finally couldn't help it. At this time, he had already concluded that the slave god in front of him was not a god of agriculture who was good at farming at all!

When harvesting crops, there is no way to open and close!

It's a delicate job related to harvesting. If the ears of wheat are chopped, the crop will be wasted!

The way this god slave wields the sickle doesn't look like harvesting crops at all, it looks more like it came out of a battlefield!

Even the young god who was about to compete with Bai Qi in the harvesting competition sneered: "Can you harvest? Harvesting crops requires lightness of the sickle. Do you think you can break the formation and kill the enemy?"

Bai Qi did not argue, but frowned and said: "Please give me a sickle that is heavy enough, big enough, and strong enough."

The second elder squinted at Bai Qi for three seconds, then slowly took out a sickle with a gloomy expression.

The sickle is two meters long, huge and sharp, and the blade shines brightly.

When Bai Qi saw the sickle, he was stunned: "This!"

The shape of this sickle... is exactly the same as Bai Qi's blood sickle!

The second elder said calmly: "This sickle is a high-level artifact."

"Despite the exaggerated shape and extraordinary quality, in fact, since it was built, no one can use the Temple of the God of Agriculture."

"This was originally made to imitate the sickle used by that man."

The second elder did not continue, but many of the temple representatives present had a clear look. They had all heard of that man's existence, and some of them had even escaped from the massacre.

"Why did you make this kind of sickle?" God King Zeus also remembered the figure in that battle and asked with a frown.

"Reporting to the God King," the second elder said with a hint of respect, "Although that man is not my God of Agriculture, the use of sickles in that battle has almost nothing to do with the God of Agriculture."

"Open and close, extremely rough and wild."

"But precise and sharp, as if we were the crops he harvested, being slaughtered by him..." The second elder's face turned slightly pale, as if he remembered that horrific scene, and his eyes were filled with infinite fear.

After taking a deep breath, the second elder calmed down and continued: "Later, we thought about it. They all said that the God of Agriculture was not good at fighting, but if he could learn how to wield the sickle... we would call it the random cloak sickle."

"I am waiting for the God of Agriculture. I am afraid that I will become one of the top five priests in the God Realm in a matter of minutes!"

\\"That's why I made this sickle... But after it was made, no one could use it, and now it has become a handicraft. I brought it this time because I wanted to sell it to the Star Chamber of Commerce.\\"

"Learn that man's cloaked sickle..." God King Zeus nodded slightly and whispered: "That's a good idea."

"The original failure made us gods know how powerful those lower beings are."

"Perhaps we should also put aside our pride and learn from the strength of those lower beings."

For a moment, the faces of many temple representatives present changed, and they looked at God King Zeus in disbelief!

Learn from lower beings!

Such words could actually come from the mouth of God King Zeus!

He is a god!

Proud God!

Does God, who is supreme over all, ever need to learn from any lower life?

What's more, the person who said this is the current King of Gods!

And what he said...it shows that the failure was like a shadow, always surrounding the heart of God King Zeus, shattering his pride, and even becoming a demon!

Bai Qi took the sickle and waved it a few times, with a smile on his face: "What a sickle!"

After all, it was made in imitation of his blood scythe. Although the feel and weight were still not as good as the blood scythe, the sharpness was also a little worse, and it was not haunted by the ghosts of 400,000 souls.

A lot less evil.

But when you wave it, you feel like you can move it as you please.

Bai Qi also didn't expect that he originally gave up the Blood Scythe in order to join the temple, but before he could join the temple, the temple actually solved his weapon problem first...

"Since this one can be used, let's get ready to start." The second elder had given up hope at this time and said coldly.

After all, no one in the entire Temple of Saturn can harvest with this sickle.

This guy actually asked for this sickle by name to harvest crops.

Ah.

He's just an arrogant person. Is it possible that his agricultural technology is better than that of all the gods of agriculture?

"Let's begin." The second elder said calmly.

Bai Qi held the blood sickle tightly, slowly fell from the sky, and stood on the ridge of the wheat field in the God's Domain.

All the gods frowned and watched.

When the believers of the God of Agriculture saw this scene, they were also curious. They also wanted to know the methods of the god who was summoned by the Lord God to harvest.

"Is he great?"

"Probably, otherwise the Lord God wouldn't let him harvest. He should be setting an example for us."

"No, it seems that our Lord God is testing him... This guy seems to know nothing. Look at the way he holds the sickle..."

"Can he do it?" The second elder also narrowed his eyes slightly, and the other gods were also a little doubtful. Bai Qi was holding the huge scythe, switching between his left and right hands, as if he was thinking about how to use it.

On the other side, the young master of the temple who was going to compete with Bai Qi had already begun to bend down to harvest. Under the excitement of divine power, divine magic surged, and the sickle in his hand kept flashing. He bent forward and stepped forward, handfuls of crops were being harvested. Cut neatly.

In just the blink of an eye, hundreds of meters of wheat seedlings have been harvested.

Bai Qi, on the other hand, kept standing stupidly in the wheat field, feeling uncomfortable all the time.

He is a god of death, and he actually wants to prove his strength in the face of these gods who could only run for their lives in front of him in the past?

Moreover, are you still harvesting crops to prove yourself?

This is simply humiliating!

Bai Qi looked at the crops in front of him and felt uncertain.

He really has no professional training.

As a god of death, he only knows how to kill!

correct.

Killing.

Since it only kills.

Then treat this harvest as killing!

Bai Qi's trembling hands suddenly calmed down!

Then kill!

On the other side, the young master of the temple who had harvested more than 200 meters of wheat seedlings looked back at Bai Qi. Seeing that Bai Qi was still standing there in a daze, there was a sneer of disdain on the corner of his mouth: "It seems that he doesn't know how to farm at all. Well, maybe he just gave up after seeing my harvesting speed... which is quite smart, after all, how could he possibly match my harvesting speed... Wait!"

The young master of the temple opened his eyes wide, as if he had seen something terrible!

Under the gaze of gods and believers, Bai Qi took a deep breath, and in an instant, a terrifying aura rose from the ground!

"It's embarrassing!"

"boom!"

The billowing evil energy burst out, and the sickle in Bai Qi's hand buzzed violently!

Bai Qi no longer imitated the way a farmer held a sickle. He held the sickle with both hands, just like he usually did on the battlefield.

In his mind, blood donations filled the air, and the wailing of 400,000 Zhao troops resounded in his ears.

He seemed to have returned to the original battlefield.

And, that battle with the gods.

The sky is filled with magical magic like raindrops, gorgeous glory, and gods descending from the sky.

Four hundred thousand gods wailed and trembled under the sickle. The sharp sickle was like harvesting crops, cutting off the bodies of the gods again and again, and the blood of the gods spilled into the sky.

"Something's wrong!" The second elder noticed the evil aura permeating Bai Qi's body and suddenly felt something was wrong!

"Why is this guy so evil?"

"Isn't he the God of Agriculture? The God of Agriculture is a priest who is not good at fighting!"

"You have to be calm and patient when harvesting crops. Why does this guy's aura..." The second elder was full of doubts.

suddenly.

"This is not a harvest."

"But, kill."

"This is not a crop."

"But...God!"

Bai Qi murmured to himself, and when he opened his eyes again, they were already blood red!

In his sight, in the surge of evil energy, what he saw in front of him was no longer wheat seedlings, but gods waiting to be chopped down!

They stretched their necks, photographed them neatly, and were waiting to be beheaded in front of them!

"Hahahaha!" Bai Qi raised his blood sickle high and laughed loudly, already entering a frantic state of killing!

The blood in the whole body was surging crazily, and although the evil energy throughout the body did not condense into the word "kill", it was still gushing out!

"Is this really the God of Agriculture?" Other temple representatives also felt something was wrong at this time.

"Do you, the gods of agriculture, harvest like this?"

The second elder waved his hands repeatedly: "Don't look at me, our God of Agriculture is not like this. I'm afraid this guy is not the God of Agriculture at all. He doesn't know how to harvest at all..."

But the next moment.

The moment the sickle fell, the second elder's voice suddenly stopped!

"Uh-huh!"

The huge sickle swept across, not like harvesting crops at all. It opened and closed sharply and fiercely, but it looked like it was on a battlefield!

The sword light that gathered evil energy swept across hundreds of meters!

In just an instant, countless wheat fell down neatly!

It’s not over yet!

"Uh-huh!"

"Uh-huh!"

\\"Shua!\\"

Bai Qi was like crazy, waving the sickle crazily, waving it thousands of times in an instant as if he was tireless!

Like a dragon, it shuttles through the wheat fields at extremely fast speeds.

The sickle opened and closed widely, and wherever it passed, wheat seedlings fell neatly, and fallen leaves flew in the air.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Enjoyable!"

"Who else!"

Bai Qi seemed to be in a deserted land and waved the sickle wildly. In his eyes, this was no longer harvesting, but killing!

Harvesting, he had no experience.

But killing, he's very good at it!

He was the farmer who harvested the world and built the glorious Qin Dynasty with a sickle. His sickle once harvested an era!

But now, a wheat field is nothing!

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"There are more enemies ahead!"

"Break the formation!!"

Bai Qi's roar echoed in the air, and he was like a madman, waving his sickle widely.

In just an instant, a thousand-meter wheat field was harvested, and it was still rushing forward quickly, like a fierce general breaking the formation!

"He doesn't know how to harvest at all. How can such a delicate job be so open and close? It's just like being on the battlefield... No, that's not right." The second elder suddenly felt something was wrong and froze on the spot for three seconds. , suddenly screamed: "This, this is the random cloak and sickle method!"