I learned how to slay gods in a mental hospital. Chapter 1339: An Erroneous King of Gods?

Hearing Lin Qiye's words, Master Chen frowned, seeming not to understand. An Qingyu pushed open the carriage door, walked straight up to the Norse god's corpse that Sun Wukong had beaten into mud with a single staff strike, pinched off a piece of flesh with his fingertips, and looked at it closely for a moment: "There's no mistake. It's the same filth we encountered in Hell." "Odin?" Lin Qiye…