The first taboo of the heavens

Chapter 451
On the brazier, amidst the raging flames, the Beast God looked extremely fierce, ready to fight to the death.

Even if all the cards are played, he can't do anything to Xu Zifan, but he is still not afraid. Death is a better result for him, or his destination.

The sound of incantations in the sky and the earth is like a vague ancient battle song, full of determination.

At this moment, the power of the beast god and witch was fully released, and the strange power circulated around the world, fully driving the eight fierce mysterious fire magic circle.

As long as he summons the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon, he has the hope of victory, and this is his only chance of survival today.

The black mist billowed out violently, and the beast god's body was filled with sorcerous power, making the whole world dark in an instant.

It was only after fighting with Xu Zifan just now that his witch power was consumed a lot. At this time, he cast spells with all his strength, and his face became paler without a trace of blood.

A hundred meters away, when Xu Zifan saw this, he immediately knew that the Beast God was ready to fight to the death at this time, like a caged animal in a cage, if it does not live, it will die.

At this moment in the battle, how could Xu Zifan shrink back? When it comes to witchcraft and spells, he is not weaker than others.

The next moment, Xu Zifan let out a long howl, and the witch seals all over his body were densely packed, emerging out, flashing with strange light, black mist billowing out from his body.

The Eight Ominous Black Fire Formation Reversal Curse is like the ancient and ethereal sound of ancestor sacrifices, circulating in the world, and the strange power is overwhelming, reversing the magic circle, and imprisoning the fierce gods.

At this moment, the fighting between the two turned into the purest shamanic power competition. The surrounding world was dark and bright, and the strange atmosphere was like a raging sea, with each wave stronger than the other. Above the sky is even more changing, sometimes dark clouds, lightning and thunder, heavy rain, sometimes the clouds disappear and the rain ends, the sky is bright and blue, and the sky is like washing.

Both of them are at the pinnacle of Daoism in the current world. At this time, the witchcraft is exhausted, and just the circulation of breath causes changes in the sky within a hundred miles around, and there are many visions.

On the ancient polybrazier, a raging flame was burning. As the two men competed in witchcraft, the statues of the Eight Desolation Fierce Gods sometimes rotated and sometimes stopped. It is as low as silk, almost inaudible, and sometimes it is so high that it shakes the sky and shakes the sky.

It's just that with the passage of time, the statue of the Bahuang Fierce God became dimmer and turned slower and slower, the sound of the dragon's chant gradually became more and more low, and the Eight Fierce Profound Fire Formation showed signs of stopping.

But the beast god's sorcery power was consumed too much, and he couldn't hold it at first.

In fact, if it is only about the practice of witchcraft, the beast god is not weaker than Xu Zifan, but because of the previous two people's fighting skills, the beast god's witch power was huge, and Xu Zifan mainly relied on the silver wall avatar and qi refining in the previous fighting skills. The witch power was barely consumed, so at this time Xu Zifan gradually gained the upper hand, forcibly reversed the fire formation, and prevented the fire dragon from being born.

During this process, the Beast God kept screaming, his eyes were crazy and determined, and losing the battle might be the best destination for him.

And Xu Zifan's witch seals were floating and flickering, dim light was dim, and the witch power was surging. The extremely pure and strange power was like the water of a great river, surging endlessly. In this simple competition of witch power, he had the upper hand and suppressed it step by step. Even if the beast god is unwilling to fight against the opponent, he still fights against trapped beasts, but it is of no avail.

The sky and the earth were dark, heavy black clouds covered the sky, thunder and lightning flashed, and the magic wind raged, creating a doomsday scene.

Thousands of meters away, Heimu and Heihu were all stunned. Of course they could see that Xu Zifan had the upper hand at this moment, and the Beast God was doomed today.

This result can be said to be unexpected and reasonable.

For a moment, both Heimu and Heihu felt relaxed, but then they also felt empty. Thousands of years of persistence and perseverance finally had a result today. Neither of them lost, but neither did they lose. Who wins.

"Although Niangniang has blessed the common people and contributed to good fortune, she is not omnipotent. At least the gods come to this world. Without the birth of a fire dragon, this catastrophe will be over."

Heihu talked to himself, his eyes were empty, and he looked towards a certain direction, where the stone statue of the empress stood quietly, just like a thousand years ago, determined and mournful.

As for Heimu, his eyes were burning at this time, looking at Xu Zifan's back, he was lost in thought, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

……

On the ancient polybrazier, the raging flames gradually extinguished, and the images of the evil gods of the eight wildernesses had disappeared.

This competition of witchcraft was doomed from the beginning, without any suspense.

At this point in the battle, the madness and cruelty on the extremely pale face of the beast god faded away, revealing a trace of sadness, with a kind of desolation.

Taking a step forward, they have reached the side of the Linglong stone statue. Just now, the two of them fought and controlled it deliberately. The stone statue made of Linglong has not been damaged and is still intact.

The Beast God stretched out his hand and caressed the beautiful face of the stone statue, his eyes were gentle, as if he was looking at the beautiful woman who had passed through thousands of years.

"Linglong, it's not my wish to live another life. I only wish to see you and be with you every day!"

The beast god whispered, tears rolled down his eyes, with a trace of sadness and relief, he stretched out his arms, and hugged the woman in front of him tightly, never wanting to let go.

At the same time, his body was shattered inch by inch, turning into wisps of black smoke, dissipating from the sky and the earth.

"Linglong, here I come..."

The last voice came out, the beast god passed away, and a gust of wind blew out, leaving nothing behind.

For thousands of years, the shadow that has been pressing on the heads of all ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang, the most terrifying devil in the legend, just passed away and dispersed with the wind.

The Beast God has already reached the peak of Taoism, and he can command all beasts and is invincible in the world, but such a man has a bond in his heart, even if he returns after a thousand years, the ray of tenderness in his heart has not diminished a bit.

Thousands of years later, he came to this world alone. Although he has turned into a human body with flesh and blood, he still has tears.

The wound in his heart is covered up with unruly, he can slaughter the world for Linglong, and he can also make up for Linglong's death.

The dark clouds dissipated from the sky, just when the red sun was setting in the west, but seeing the twilight and the setting sun weeping blood, it seemed that the heavens were also saddened by this beautiful and peerless love story that lasted for thousands of years.

In the twilight, the battle came to an end. Xu Zifan won, but he didn't feel the joy he deserved. Before the death of the beast god, he wept sadly and hugged the exquisite stone statue tightly, which touched him and made him sigh.

It's just that the two have different positions. If the beast god wants to slaughter the world, he can't agree.

The original Zhenmo Ancient Cave has long since disappeared, and was destroyed by the terrifying Taoism of the two just now. Only the Linglong Stone Statue still stands quietly, in the twilight, as if telling the love of thousands of years.

Xu Zifan's figure flickered and appeared next to the exquisite stone statue. Looking at the stone statue made of this beautiful woman, he saw a line of tears slipping down the corner of the stone statue's eyes. The shadow manifested, with a hint of sadness and sourness, nodded slightly to Xu Zifan, and then turned into light rain, dissipating in the world.

Linglong passed away thousands of years ago, and there was a trace of obsession in this stone statue. Now that the beast god died, this obsession has dissipated.

The pitiful mountain wind blew across the land, and the Linglong stone statue gradually disintegrated in the mountain wind, turning into wisps of white powder and drifting away with the wind, spreading across the land of southern Xinjiang, returning to the land she once guarded.

At the same time, in an inaccessible primitive mountain forest in the Central Plains, an extremely secret ancient cave suddenly shone with light, but a jade mirror engraved with ancient flame totems was floating in the air, flickering slowly, and was about to shine. bright.

It is the Xuanhuo Jian, the essence of all fires, and the artifact of the ancient Wu clan.

At this moment, in the middle of the Xuanhuojian, the ancient flame totem is shining, and the fiery breath is permeating. A mysterious force is circulating, and some dreamlike white mist spreads out from the Xuanhuojian, gradually condensing into an extremely beautiful woman.

This woman is dressed in simple clothes, holds a magic staff in her hand, and has a beautiful face, which is exactly the same as the exquisite stone statue in front of Zhenmogu Cave in the [-] mountains.

This is the exquisite remnant soul stored in the Xuanhuojian. At this moment, it seems to have sensed something, and it automatically manifests, facing the south, looking at the endless distance, a trace of confusion and a trace of lament flashed in the gentle eyes.

"Is it over after all?"

The ethereal voice came out, carrying a kind of desolation and grief.

Then there was endless silence, until a moment later, tears fell from the corners of the woman's eyes, and her figure turned into dots of light and rain, and there was a faint voice coming out.

"I have failed you in this life, in the next life, we will..."

At the end of this voice, it could no longer be heard clearly, the white smoke dissipated, and the Xuanhuojian gradually shrank its light, as if everything just now was a dream.

"Brother, there is a change in the Xuanhuo Jian, is there hope for your injury to heal?"

Suddenly a voice full of surprise sounded in the ancient cave, but what she answered was a series of violent coughing.

In southern Xinjiang, deep in the [-] mountains!
The beast god fell and punished, and Xu Zifan eliminated a great catastrophe invisibly. In the distance, Heimu and Heihu had different expressions.

Seeing the Linglong stone statue dissipating into the sky and the earth, Hei Hu looked sad. He had no attachment in this world, and bowed deeply to Xu Zifan's back. His white mist-like body dispersed with the wind, but he followed his mother.

And Heimu looked at the place where the black tiger disappeared, and couldn't help being stunned, but then he looked towards Xu Zifan in front, his eyes became more and more fanatical, and he muttered to himself: "I can't leave here, I want to follow the witch god, revive my ancient The Witch Clan."

The twilight is getting thicker, the mountain wind is blowing, and a bright moon rises from the top of the mountain. At this time, the hundred thousand mountains are extremely quiet. The usual sounds of beasts roaring and fighting have disappeared completely, and there is no sound within a hundred miles. , only the mountain wind blows the rustling sound of the distant mountains and forests, but it makes this place even more quiet.

Through the moonlight, it can be seen that the mountains and plains are not devoid of life. On the contrary, on the ground, between the mountains, and in the depths of the jungle, there are countless creatures gathered, whether it is fierce beasts or strange creatures, all of them are kneeling at this moment. ground, prostrating to a person in front of him.

This person is a well-deserved witch god, the oldest god in southern Xinjiang according to legend.

Today, under the watchful eyes of the public, the beast gods are slaughtered, and all the creatures with enlightened intelligence come to worship at the first time. This is the reverence and recognition of the gods.

At this moment, Xu Zifan didn't need to speak, all the creatures in the [-] mountains surrendered and obeyed the order.

"Sorcerer God, please accept my worship!"

Heimu was the first to speak, kneeling on the ground, followed by strange creatures all over the mountains and plains shouting loudly, countless ferocious wild beasts roared at the sky and howled at the moon.

All of a sudden, the mountains trembled, and countless creatures knelt down and worshiped. This kind of scene was so grand and spectacular that it shocked people's hearts.

Xu Zifan, who was at the forefront, raised his eyes slightly at this moment, looked around, and nodded slightly.

Among the [-] mountains, there are endless resources. These creatures regard him as a witch god, which is a good thing. He can command all creatures to collect what he needs.

Suddenly, Xu Zifan focused his eyes, and a figure on a high mountain twenty miles away came into his eyes.

That figure was dressed in gray, with a hunched body, taking advantage of the moonlight, hiding under a big tree, looking towards this moment.

This is a person, a cultivator!
Appearing here at this time, deep in the [-] mountains, obviously has ulterior motives.

In this regard, Xu Zifan saw it clearly with a little use of his eyesight.

This is an old man with a pale face, a thin figure, and a gray robe on his body. He looks a bit gloomy. At this time, he is sneaking around and looking towards this side.

Seeing this person's image, Xu Zifan almost guessed his identity after a little thought.

Shangguan policy!
The second person in Fenxiang Valley, the city is extremely deep, he is a man of prey, and his Taoism is profound. There is another one, that is, for the sake of his life, he does not need to have dignity, and he can endure humiliation. He is a difficult person to deal with.

(End of this chapter)