Zi Wuji was very sad, he thought that the hunting trip was easy, but now he has become a difficult outlaw, which makes himself who has always been regarded as the pride of the sky embarrassed, and what kind of expression will he have if he is known by his peers?

"Damn, I'll be back!" Zi Wuji roared in his heart, and at this time, the desolate beast with golden hair all over his body around him had already formed an encirclement of himself.

"You can't run away!" Looking at the trapped beast still fighting Zi Wuji, Ye Feng was very happy, he had never been so happy as he was now, because this was an existence far more powerful than himself, if it weren't for the desolate spirit technique of the mother beast, I was afraid that he would not have such a good opportunity.

"Stinky boy! Do you think you have the odds in your hands? It's just a frog at the bottom of the well! At this moment, Zi Wuji smiled, and the black silk threads on his body spread wildly from his body like hair.

"Shizi! Hurry back! Night Thirteen yelled beside him, and it was obvious that Zi Wuji at this time had obviously given up suppressing the desolate spirit technique in his body.

Although Night Thirteen didn't know why Zi Wuji did this, because no matter what happened in the end, Zi Wuji would not be able to escape the doom of being completely controlled by the Desolate Spirit Technique.

However, this was not the time to think about this, because Zi Wuji, who had completely given up the technique of suppressing the desolate spirits, was undoubtedly terrifying, and the assassin with those eyes like the morning star was like a blazing fireball, flashing with unparalleled light, it was the madness that did not hesitate to die, and this madness shocked Ye Feng's heart.

The hairs on his body stood up at this moment, "This guy is crazy!" The first thought rose from Ye Feng's heart, and the whole person retreated quickly like a wind, running as far as he could.

"Roar!"

However, what shocked Ye Feng was that the desolate beasts that surrounded him didn't seem to feel the danger coming, on the contrary, at this moment, the desolate beasts moved more slowly, thinking that Zi Wuji, who was completely in a state of madness, was approaching.

"Get out of the way!" Ye Feng roared, wanting to warn the desolate beast to stay away from danger.

"Let's all die!" At this moment, Zi Wuji roared, and a purple ball of light evaporated from Zi Wuji's body along with this roar, like a rising sun that erupted, turning this side of the world into purple in an instant.

Roar! The roar of the desolate beast sounded, which made Ye Feng dumbfounded, because with the roar of the beast, clusters of black light spit out from the mouth of each desolate beast, converging towards the top of Zi Wuji's head, and converging towards the place where the purple light group steamed up.

"What's that?" With the convergence of black light clusters, Ye Feng saw a startling scene, the black light clusters converged, and the pitch-black divine light rose to the sky, where the black light clusters disappeared, and the only thing left was a scale the size of a grinding plate, yes scales, just like the scales on the black dragon's body that flashed with black luster in the gray mist that he saw.

"Dragon scales!"

Zi Wuji exclaimed, his expression full of shock and even more disbelief.

Then, the black dragon scales bloomed with a black luster, covering all directions, suppressing the purple light ball to the death, and finally disappeared without a trace in Zi Wuji's unwilling roar.

"Aragami!"

The unwilling Zi Wou-Ki actually smiled at this time, it was the success of solving the mystery, it was the self-mockery of the disillusionment of hope in his heart, but all this was accompanied by a roar, and completely disappeared without a trace.

"It's gone! That's it! Burning the last of his strength, Zi Wuji turned into flying ashes, but what puzzled Ye Feng was that where the ashes dispersed, the black silk threads were still active, and finally writhed and sank into nothingness.

"It doesn't seem to be over!" Night Thirteen's figure emerged, frowning at the nothingness into which the black thread had submerged.

"This is just one of his clones, I really can't imagine that there are still people practicing this secret art now!" The desolate beasts gathered, and the male beast walked in front of Ye Feng, with a dignified expression.

"You mean this guy isn't dead?" Ye Feng was stunned, everything that Night Thirteen and the male beast said made it difficult for him to understand.

"If this guy really cultivates that secret art, then he won't die!" The male beast is very solemn, and it seems that this secret art is very remarkable.

"What kind of secret art is this?" What kind of secret technique actually caused Night Thirteen and the male beast to change color at the same time, which couldn't help but cause Ye Feng's confusion.

"This is a technique of splitting the primordial gods, it can also be said to be the technique of infinite splitting, of course, this is not the most terrifying, the most terrifying thing is that once the theme of cultivation finally merges these split primordial gods again, then its cultivation will expand infinitely." The male beast seemed to fall into memory, and the pair of eyes the size of copper bells seemed to be a little vicissitudes of life, with reminiscence.

"I see! This also means that if a cultivator splits into an infinite primordial god, he will have an infinite self to cultivate at the same time, and when he finally merges together, it will be very terrifying! "Ye Feng is very smart, he can understand it at all.

"It's very terrifying, but this kind of anti-heaven technique, not everyone can successfully cultivate, as far as I know, since ancient times to the present, even the God Transformation Ancestor who created this technique has never successfully cultivated it!" Looking at Ye Feng with a solemn face, the male beast shook his head, but there was still no sense of ease in his words.

"If you can't succeed, it just means that you can't reach the top, but even on the way to success, such a secret technique is undoubtedly terrifying!" From the attitude of the male beast, Ye Feng understood what it was trying to express.

I also understand why the male beast is so nervous, because such a person, as long as he does not die, will never give up, and the next time he comes, it will be the time when this desolate canyon, the desolate beast clan, suffers from the catastrophe.

"Can't you get out of here?" Ye Feng said worriedly.

"No! This is where God has fallen, and we are here to wait for God's return! "The male beast is very persistent, and the wild beast behind him has the same persistence and the same attitude.

"God?" Ye Feng was stunned, and suddenly remembered the black scales, and when he looked up, the black scales that had suppressed the purple light cluster had disappeared without a trace at this time.

"No need to look for it! It is nothing but the imprint of God in our blood, which can only be manifested for a moment in our strength! As if he saw what Ye Feng was thinking, the male beast said helplessly.

"That is to say, your god is the Black Dragon!" At this moment, Ye Feng's heart was unusually firm, and the picture of the fall of the black dragon appeared in front of him again.