Song, once synonymous with the strong, once this name, shining like a meteor, he was almost a perfect man. Three thousand years have passed, and this name has also been submerged in the long river of time.

But this name is deeply engraved in a woman's heart, no matter what happens, how many years have passed, she remembers it in her heart.

Zen Xuan used to be a nightmare in this world, and when this name appeared, it was always accompanied by bloodshed and death. But this woman is still alive, not very well.

Her relationship with the song, but it is not as rumored in the outside world, Zen Xuan is unrequited in love with the song and looks up at the song. On the contrary, they adore each other. Unlike most men who love women, their love is too simple and too beautiful. Even the current Zen Xuan is hard to imagine how many men she has had relationships with in her life, and how many men she has been in love with, but she has never crossed the line physically with the most beloved man.

Their love is sacred, sacred to the extreme.

But even she never thought that the man she loved the most gave her a fatal blow in the end.

Three thousand years ago, the witch Chan Xuan was born in response to the catastrophe, wanting to dominate the world, with the power to perceive heaven and earth. With a wave of his sleeves, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, and the plants and trees dried up. In collusion with the militants of the demon clan, the war lasted for a hundred years, covering the sky and the sun, and the blood rain was scarlet.

Zen Xuan, the tragedy of this era, is also the end of an era.

Her eyes are still the same as a hundred years ago, full of sadness and bewitching, but they are so dazzling, like the stars of the night, looking down on the souls of the world.

She's sinful, and she's like a wake-up call.

In the dark night, licking the wounds alone, on the cliff, the arrogant soul seems to have turned into the vicissitudes of life that will never decay.

Looking up at the starry sky and sighing softly, she thought that she could end her fate for tens of thousands of years, but now it is Nanke's dream, and time has passed.

Outside the woods, two pairs of eyes were staring at her tightly, she didn't see it, she pretended not to see.

"Traces of Zen Xuan were discovered. ”

"Go back and report to the god of nature, and don't let her run away again. ”

Run, she doesn't want to run anymore, she doesn't want to run anymore.

Those who should come always come, and those who should go always go, leaving only a shallow bitter smile on the corner of their mouth.

Thousands of miles away, among the mountains, between the green waters, on top of the ancient and majestic hall, there was a person sitting coldly, she used to be a gentle, generous, and loving woman, and at this time, she only had domineering, coldness and murderous intent in her eyes.

Thousands of miles of flying pigeons, three days and two nights, spread books in ancient forests, natural temples.

A tall and thin man took down the letter tied to his feet by the flying pigeon, his face was calm, he strode to the bottom of the high platform, and half-knelt and said: "Respected god of nature, the spy has come to report that he has found Zen Xuan." ”

"Where. There was no emotion in her tone, not even anger or resentment.

The man said, "Qishan." ”

The god of nature flipped open her palm, and a green sword of three feet six inches and one inch and eight minutes wide, exuding an aggressive momentum, flew into her hand. At first, it was like a rainbow, but when it fell into his hand, it was like a docile kitten.

The Storm Sword, the Ancient Divine Soldiers, and the Ancient Divine Soldiers did not leave much, all of them did not belong to the ranks of ordinary soldiers, and all of them could command the heroes, but the ancient divine soldiers did not have much left, and they were all in the hands of the strong, passed down from generation to generation, and they could not be left in the world.

The man's expression became more serious, and the war over the past hundred years had also brought him a lot of trauma.

Is it finally coming to an end?

The last battle is probably a bad battle!

The god of nature raised the sword of the waves, and the sky immediately changed color, lightning and thunder, and the wind blew.

"In the name of God, I crusade against evil. The god of nature's eyes were blazing, and he ordered: "Gather the exorcist and the remaining eight masters, and go to Qishan." Zen Xuan is immortal, and the world is restless. ”

The man raised his head sadly, clenched his fists and said, "Yes." ”

In the hundred-year war, how many people sacrificed their lives and forgot their lives, the eight heroes are heroes, in order to protect the lives of the world, there are now only three left, and these three are undoubtedly the strongest people in the world except for the god of nature.

Qishan, on thousands of skeletons, Chan Xuan sat cross-legged and sucked the souls of innocent people. At the foot of the mountain of skeletons, there are still thousands of people who are gathering here in dementia for Zen Xuan to suck their souls and practice.

The sucked ones turned into dry bones in an instant, and the skull mountain piled higher and higher.

The god of nature flew down, frowning, and with a wave of his sword, the ecstasy array set up by Zen Xuan was shattered. When the civilians came to their senses, they saw a lot of white bones and a fishy smell, and they fled in panic.

Zen Xuan slowly opened his eyes, and saw four people standing in front of him, the woman in white clothes fluttering, with a cold face, and a beautiful fairy was the god of nature. The first one on her left is Tujie - Han, Shui Jie - Nong, and the person who receives the carrier pigeon in the main hall, which is the leader of the exorcists, the strongest of the eight masters, Fengjie - Ge.

Nong's words were sharp, and he said: "Zen Xuan, you are exhausted." ”

Zen Xuan didn't look at him, although Bajie is the strongest, but it is not worth seeing Zen Xuan.

Instead, Zen Xuan said to the god of nature very gently, "Are you okay?"

The god of nature frowned and said, "If you die, I'll probably be better." ”

Zen Xuan showed disbelief: "Are you really going to kill me?"

The god of nature was slightly sad, a little disappointed, angry and painful, with mixed feelings: "You are deeply sinful, colluding with the demon clan, ruining the living beings, and treating life as nothing, you will not be able to stay after all." ”

Zen Xuan sobbed and said, "If you had passed on the god of nature to me, how could I bear to harm the common people. ”

The god of nature said: "You behave evil and act biasedly, I passed on your "Secret Art of the Protoss", but you want to harm me, deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors, and now it is even worse, the world is alive, and it will be difficult for a hundred years." ”

Chan Xuan looked at Feng Jie again, and said pitifully: "Ge, do you want to kill me too?"

"I—reluctantly. Ge looked into her eyes, and her eyes flickered, and she became demented. Han roared, "No. ”

With this sound, the song immediately came to his senses, this charm is really powerful, and the magic is to attract the soul by this charm.

The gods eat souls, the demons eat meat, and the zombie people eat blood, each of the three techniques has its own merits and drawbacks, once practiced, it is like smoking a big cigarette, and you can't extricate yourself.

Seeing that the song came to his senses, his eyes were full of anger and hatred, and he laughed wildly: "The sky is ruthless, and all things are regarded as dogs, and the saints are ruthless, and the people are regarded as dogs." You are all hypocritical, you all say that you want to crusade against me, I am guilty of killing people, and you are killing people to eliminate violence and peace, why?"

The god of nature said: "With the accumulated white bones under your feet, you want to practice ten thousand souls to conquer the sky." ”

"Hahaha! "Zen Xuan Yin pinched, thousands of souls floated out of the body, ghosts cried wolves, miserable, and killed people when they saw them.

Ten thousand souls conquer the sky, the strongest secret method of divine art, as soon as this move comes out, within a radius of three miles, there is no one living soul.

Although the god of nature and the three heroes surrounded it and cast a formation, because the number was too huge, it was inevitable that some fish would slip through the net.

The god of nature ordered: "Eight masters, exorcists prepare, gossip sealing technique." ”

The Bagua Sealing Technique is the strongest sealing technique, and it requires the presence of the world's strongest Bajie at the same time to successfully complete the seal. But now there are only three of the eight masters left, and even the exorcists who are surrounded behind him are too reluctant to complete this technique.

Because of this sealing technique, it requires eight people of different elements with equal strength to stand on the main seat, although these thousands of exorcists can make up for the lack of strength by exerting force at the same time, but who can withstand such a huge force without tearing?

If he can really bear it, he can occupy one by himself, so why need other exorcists to help.

Chan Xuan said contemptuously: "There are only three of the eight people left now, even if you add the god of nature, there are only four, and those little minions behind you will not stand behind you if they really do it." ”

Of course, the god of nature knows that she is ready to sacrifice herself at any time to save the people. I saw her long sword swing, slashing all the overflowing evil spirits, and shouted angrily: "Transmit the five spells of gold, wood, fire, thunder, and rain to me, and today is a battle of life and death." ”

I saw that the woods were withered, the grass and trees were all gone, and wherever the ghosts and ghosts went, the exorcists who had slightly worse cultivation had already appeared crazy.

Han said anxiously: "The god of nature can't, such a powerful force, even you, can't fully bear it." ”

The god of nature said: "For the sake of the safety of the world, I can't take care of much, if I die today, I will wait for the reincarnation of Zhengguo in 3,000 years, and then help him to ascend to the throne." ”

Zen Xuan's eyes were red, showing his evil charm: "God of Nature, you don't have to pretend to be righteous anymore, what is this world like, what are the three worlds, why bother to deceive the world here." ”

The god of nature's expression changed, and said: "Stop, the affairs of the Three Realms were formulated by the ancient sages, and we can only bear the cause and effect ourselves." ”

Zen Xuan said angrily: "Why, why?" Zen Xuan's whole body burst out, and streams of black gas washed over, as if to break the barrier they had set up.

The god of nature can't delay in his heart, otherwise even if he can seal Zen Xuan, he will inevitably suffer countless deaths and injuries, and the last strength of mankind will be gathered here.

"Don't panic, I'll be the soul of that strong man. I saw four people standing beside Sanjie and the god of nature, "Brother in the back, despite the power coming, if we are torn apart and die, do you dare to pick it up?"

Thousands of exorcists echoed in the back: "Why don't you dare." ”

The exorcist is thus divided into eight teams, and each team has eight people who transmit the eight elemental powers of gold, wood, water, fire, rain, and wind to the inner circle. The gossip sealing technique began, and the seal was constantly pinched, and the other four people who made up for it couldn't withstand the huge force to press their bodies, and their bodies burst and died, and the seal was slightly loosened, and the people behind them immediately made up for it.

"Do you say that you have no clothes?

Reward the good and punish the evil, and repair my spear.

Enmity with the Son!

How can you say that you have no clothes?

Eliminate violence and peace, and repair my spear halberd.

Work with the son!

Do you say that you have no clothes?

The vicissitudes of heaven, repair my armor.

Let's go with my son!"

The song is tragic, one after the other.