Chapter 263: Soul Exchange (1)

"No, I can't let you take him away."

In the room that permeated a little morning light, Ziyan turned his back to the person behind him and spoke in a weak but firm voice. At this moment, the smell of sunlight finally tore through the long-standing haze of the Wu Clan... As the night passed, the nightmare would come to an end for the man who slept there quietly, and perhaps from this moment on, the Witch Clan would also usher in its own new life.

"Not yet... Wait, wait, it's going to be right away..."

This murmuring is not so much a conversation as a self-talk.

No one saw that the corners of the girl's mouth had a faint smile, dazzling but transparent.

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The distant southern Xinjiang has experienced catastrophes, but today's Zhongmiaotian is not a smooth one.

God's body deteriorated faster and more severely than expected, and to this day, almost a dry skeleton, he has long lost the pride and majesty of the past, and on the throne that symbolizes God, he is carried here by his only remaining friend.

In front of him is the sacrificial platform that symbolizes the power of the Heavenly King.

The two quaint stone pillars that went straight into the sky still stood silently, for thousands of years, like giants, overlooking the rise and fall of the demon clan, but they never said a word. Despite this, the demon clan has served for generations, worshipping this pair of stone pillars that seem to be carefully carved by the heavens, as if they are guarding their only faith.

How many years have passed since the first bow?

Suddenly, a wind blew, embracing God with the smell of decay and death, as if he were about to go through it... However, the old man who described the withered tree did not have the slightest fear. He stared at Yiqiē in front of him with a cloudy gaze, as if he had first come here a thousand years ago.

With a pair of hands, he picked up a piece of fine skin and put it on his body.

"The wind is blowing."

"Yes."

He replied in a low voice, not looking back at the old fox, he actually understood why this old friend had invited him here today... So he didn't refuse. His journey is coming to an end. Those ambitions that have not yet been realized will be gently drifted away with this evening wind, and in the future, the world will not remember his exploits, or even his name.

He's laughing.

And behind him, the old fox's gaze has never been so entangled and painful - a thousand years, even for the demon clan, this is far from a time that can be understated with a flick of a finger. Even if it's the head of a family. Even if it is a saintly master, a thousand years is too long and too long.

"I'll just ask... Do you regret doing this? ”

Extraordinary strength and extreme intelligence. At this moment, these useless compliments could not help him find an answer and make up his mind. Since I knew this earlier, I knew the tribulation. Why be so persistent and so hurtful?

The wind has not stopped. On the contrary, it is a little more noisy... From farther away, there was a noisy echo, murderous aura and murderous intent mixed with irrepressible ambition surging towards the altar, and the wild laughter and roar were like sharp swords piercing through the heart of the smell.

It's not just the spirits, it's not even the apes.

Blind indulgence and recklessness have led to today's results... Those don't know anything at all. Desire to care about nothing? Wang finally swallowed up the last bit of peace, obviously he belonged to one of the many wonderful heavens, and he did not hesitate to invite human monks to take away the meaningless power. But it's true that now it's all wonderful. Indeed, there is no one who is no match for the Spirit.

The killing sound is near... The old fox coughed lowly, and it was only at this moment that he realized that there was a little blood under the purple robe. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, even if he had the strength of the Holy Manifestation Period? In the end, it is nothing more than a flash in the pan. And at the same time, God, who was already in his last years, as if he was going to take his last breath at any moment, finally answered his question.

“… Life and death are just fine sand, I have blinked, and there have been no tears since then. ”

So, there was a wordless silence between the two again... It's just that the wind is getting more and more urgent, and the blood behind him is getting closer and closer.

"Shadow... Still alive? ”

"Even if the heavens let him go, the Wu clan will not let him go."

“…”

"Do you blame me?"

The old fox didn't reply, but just looked at the stone pillar in front of him with a distraction.

"Let's just assume I'm wrong."

God continued to speak, as if to have some spirit, if only to return to the light.

"You're wrong—" The old fox's voice gradually calmed down, and he gently helped God pull the skin up, covering his fragile body—he knew very well that he was about to go.

"Anything else you'd like to say?"

"If you can, help me see the world with my own eyes." God paused, and his cloudy and lifeless eyes suddenly filled with some strange brilliance, and he struggled to straighten his back, as if he wanted to reach out and touch the great stone pillar.

"Look at that new world."

… Before the words fell, the shouting and killing sound that had been approaching finally suffocated, and the middle-aged man covered in blood had already fallen in front of the two of them.

"As I said, this wonderful heaven is my thing after all, and this world will also be mine."

In Lingyi's hands, he held two round human heads, if he was not mistaken, it should be Tiger Peak and Tiger Lie... But the Divine Lord, who was the patriarch of the Tiger Clan, turned a deaf ear, and he even looked at Yi Qiqi with a shallow smile, staring at the distance that Ling Yi was destined to be invisible.

Behind his back, behind the throne, a slender arm lightly tapped the deadliest in the back of the heart... A sharp and precise palm breath silently pierced through his body, ending God's magnificent life.

Then, there was a low sob.

The voice of grief and despair came from the owner who was asking for his life, from... The old fox who had been standing behind him.

The sudden change made Ling Yi confused for a while, and he subconsciously panicked when he felt that he had controlled a qiē from beginning to end. As soon as the right hand was released, the two beast heads that were dead and blinded slipped down silently... The sad and painful eyes rolled several times, and finally they could only gaze indifferently in the mud and sand, staring at the stone pillars that reached into the sky in the distance.

"What do you do?"

Lingmian couldn't wait to sweep in the direction of the old fox and the old god, but the former, whose face was blank, was still one step ahead of him, turning into a cloud of smoke and drifting towards the great miracle that stood not far away.

Maybe it's a hallucination, but the two huge stone pillars actually began to tremble slightly, as if the giant was shaking off the dust on his body... It's been so long, but now is not a good time to wake up. (To be continued......)