On the brazier, in the midst of the raging flames, the beast god looked extremely fierce, ready to fight to the death.

Even if the hole cards are exhausted, he can't help Xu Zifan, but he is still fearless, death is a better result for him.

The sound of incantations in the heavens and the earth was like a faint ancient war song, full of decisive meaning.

At this moment, the beast god's witch power was exhausted, and the strange power flowed through the surrounding heaven and earth, driving the Eight Fierce Xuanhuo Array with all his might.

As long as he summons the Eight Desolation Fire Dragons, he has the hope of victory, which is also his only chance of life today.

The black mist was surging, surging out, and the magic power around the beast god was immense, making the entire world instantly darken.

It's just that after fighting with Xu Zifan, his magic power is very heavy, and at this time, he casts the spell with all his strength, and his face is even paler, without a trace of blood.

A hundred meters away, Xu Zifan saw this, and immediately knew that the beast god at this time was ready to fight to the death, as if he was trapped in a cage, and if he didn't live, he would die.

At this moment of the battle, how could Xu Zifan retreat, if it comes to witchcraft spells, he is not weaker than others.

The next moment, Xu Zifan let out a long howl, and the witch seals around him were dense, appearing, flashing with a strange light, and the black mist was surging, spreading out from his body.

The reversal spell of the Eight Fierce Xuanhuo Circle is like the ancient and ethereal sound of ancestor sacrifice, circulating in the heavens and the earth, and the strange power is overwhelming, reversing the magic circle and detaining the fierce god.

At this moment, the fighting method between the two turned into the purest magic power competition, the surrounding heaven and earth are dark and bright, the strange atmosphere is like the turbulence of the Han Sea, a wave is better than a wave, there is a ghost crying god howling beast roar full of here, the sky is even more changeable, sometimes the dark clouds are heavy, lightning and thunder, heavy rain is pouring, sometimes the clouds are gone, the color is bright, and the blue sky is like washing.

Both of them are the pinnacle of Taoism in the world, and at this time, the witchcraft is exhausted, but the breath is circulating, which causes the surrounding celestial phenomena to change within a hundred miles, and there are many visions.

On the ancient brazier, the flames burned, with the competition of the two people's witchcraft, the statues of the eight desolate gods sometimes rotated, sometimes stagnated, the patterns of the fierce gods were sometimes dark and bright, flickering constantly, and the sound of the dragon's groaning was sometimes low as silk, almost inaudible, sometimes high and shaking the sky, shaking the sky.

It's just that with the passage of time, the statue of the Eight Desolations is getting darker and darker, turning slower and slower, and the dragon's groan is gradually lowering, and the Eight Fierce Xuanhuo Array has signs of stopping.

But it was the beast god's magic power that was consumed too much, and he couldn't hold it in the first place.

In fact, if it is only about witchcraft cultivation, the beast god is not weaker than Xu Zifan, but because of the previous two-person fighting method, the beast god's magic power consumption is huge, and Xu Zifan mainly relied on the silver wall true body and qi refining cultivation in the previous fighting method, and the magic power was almost not consumed, so at this time, Xu Zifan gradually gained the upper hand, forcibly reversed the fire array, and prevented the birth of the fire dragon.

In this process, the beast god roared incessantly, his eyes were crazy and decisive, and defeat and death may be the best destination for him.

And Xu Zifan's body is full of witch seals floating and flickering, the ghostly light is cloudy, the magic power is surging, and the extremely pure and strange power is like the water of a big river, surging endlessly, in this simple witch power competition, he has the upper hand, and suppressed the opponent step by step, even if the beast god is unwilling, he is still doing the battle of trapped beasts, but it is to no avail.

There was darkness between heaven and earth, heavy black clouds covered the sky, thunder and lightning, and demonic winds raging, a scene of apocalypse.

A few kilometers away, Hei Mu and Black Tiger were all dumbfounded, of course they could see that Xu Zifan had the upper hand at this moment, and the beast god was in a catastrophe today.

This result can be said to be unexpected, but also reasonable.

For a while, whether it was Heimu or Heihu, their hearts were relaxed for a while, and then they also felt empty, thousands of years of perseverance, thousands of years of persistence, finally had a result today, neither of them lost, but no one won.

"Although Niangniang is blessed with the common people, but she is not omnipotent, at least the gods are in the world, and without the birth of the fire dragon, this catastrophe will be over."

The black tiger muttered to himself, his eyes were empty, looking in a certain direction, where the stone statue of the mother stood quietly, as if it had been a thousand years ago, determined and sad.

As for Heimu, his eyes were burning at this time, looking at Xu Zifan's back, and he fell into deep thought,

I don't know what I'm thinking.

……

On the ancient brazier, the raging flames gradually extinguished, and the image of the Eight Desolation Fierce Gods was gone.

This contest of witch power was doomed from the beginning, and there was no suspense.

At this point in the battle, the crazy and cruel color on the extremely pale face of the beast god subsided, revealing a trace of pathos, with a kind of sadness.

One step later, they have arrived next to the Linglong stone statue, and the two of them have deliberately controlled the fighting method, and 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 had spanned thousands of years, looking at the beautiful woman who had been.

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

The beast god whispered, tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, with a trace of sadness, with a hint of relief, stretched out his arms, hugged the woman in front of him tightly, and was no longer willing to let go....

At the same time, his body shattered inch by inch, turning into wisps of black smoke that dissipated from heaven and earth.

"Linglong, I'm here......

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

For thousands of years, the shadow that pressed on the heads of all ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang, the most terrifying devil in legends, passed away like this, scattered with the wind.

The beast god has already reached the pinnacle of Taoism, and he can command all beasts to be invincible in the world, but he is such a man, but he has a stumbling heart, even if he returns after a thousand years, the tenderness in his heart has not been reduced in the slightest.

A thousand years later, when he came to this life alone, although he had turned into a human body, flesh and blood, but also tears.

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

The dark clouds on the horizon dissipated, and it was the time when the red sun set in the west, but when I saw the twilight and the remnant sun wept blood, it seemed that the heavens were also sad for this poignant and peerless love story that lasted for thousands of years.

Under the twilight, the battle came to an end, Xu Zifan won, but he did not have the joy he deserved, the beast god cried sadly before he died, and hugged the exquisite stone statue tightly, which touched him and made him sigh.

It's just that the two have different positions, and the beast god wants to slaughter the world, and it is impossible for him to agree.

The original Demon Suppression Ancient Cave has long since disappeared, destroyed under the terrifying Taoism of the two of them, only the exquisite stone statue still stands quietly, in the twilight, as if telling the feelings of a thousand years.

Xu Zifan's figure flickered, appeared next to the exquisite stone statue, looking at the stone statue made by this beautiful woman, I saw a line of tears, sliding down at the corner of the stone statue's eyes, vaguely, as if there was a beautiful woman's phantom manifestation, with a trace of sadness, a trace of sourness, nodded slightly to Xu Zifan, and then turned into light rain, dissipated in the heaven and earth.

Linglong passed away thousands of years ago, and there is a trace of his obsession in this stone statue, and now that the beast god is dead, this obsession has also dissipated.

The miserable mountain wind blew across the earth, and in the mountain wind, the exquisite stone statue gradually dissolved, turning into wisps of white powder and carrying away with the wind, spreading all over the land of southern Xinjiang, returning to the land she once guarded.

At the same time, in a primeval mountain forest in the Central Plains, an extremely hidden ancient cave suddenly shines brightly, but it is a jade book engraved with an ancient flame totem floating in the air, slowly flickering, and is shining brightly.

It is the Xuanhuo Jian, the essence of ten thousand fires, the artifact of the ancient witch clan.

At this moment, in the middle of the Xuanhuo Jian, the ancient flame totem shone, the blazing breath permeated out, a mysterious power was circulating, and some white mist like a dream spread out from the Xuanhuo Jian, gradually condensing into an extremely beautiful woman.

This woman was dressed simply, holding a magic staff in her hand, and her face was beautiful, which was exactly the same as the exquisite stone statue in front of the ancient cave of demon suppression in the 100,000 mountains.

This is the exquisite remnant soul stored in the Xuanhuo Jian, at this moment, as if it sensed something, it automatically manifested, facing the south, looking into the endless distance, a trace of confusion flashed in its gentle eyes, and a trace of lamentation.

"Is it over after all?"

An ethereal voice came out, with a kind of poignant peace

Grieved.

There was an endless silence until a moment later, tears slipped from the corners of the woman's eyes, and her figure turned into a rain of light and scattered, and a faint voice came out.

"I have lost you in this life, and in the next life, we are ......."

By the end, the voice was no longer audible, the white smoke dissipated, and the Xuanhuo Jian gradually converged its light, as if everything in Fang Cai was a dream.

"Big brother, there is a change in Xuanhuo Jian, is there any hope that your injuries will be healed?"

Suddenly, a voice full of surprise sounded in the ancient cave, and it was a series of violent coughs that answered her.

Southern Xinjiang, deep in the 100,000 mountains!

The beast god ambushed him, and a catastrophe was eliminated by Xu Zifan invisibly, and in the distance, the black wood and the black tiger had different faces.

Seeing the exquisite stone statue dissipating in the heaven and earth, the black tiger looked sad, he had no nostalgia in this world, and bowed deeply to Xu Zifan's back, and the white mist-like body dispersed with the wind, but he followed Niangniang.

And Hei Mu looked at the place where the black tiger dissipated, and couldn't help but freeze in place, but then he looked at Xu Zifan in front of him, his eyes became more and more fanatical, and he muttered to himself: "I can't leave just now, I want to follow the witch god and revive my ancient witch clan."

The twilight is getting thicker, the mountain breeze is blowing, a bright moon rises from the mountain, at this time the 100,000 mountains are extremely quiet, usually the sound of the roar and battle of the beasts has disappeared completely, and the birds are silent within a radius of 100 miles, only the mountain wind blows the distant mountains and forests, but it makes this place more quiet.

Through the moonlight, we can see that the mountains and fields are not without living creatures, on the contrary, on the earth, between the mountains, in the depths of the jungle, there are countless creatures gathered, or fierce beasts, or strange creatures, all kneeling on the ground at this moment, bowing to a person in front of them.

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

Today, in full view of everyone, the beast god is killed, but all the creatures who have opened their spiritual wisdom come to worship at the first time, which is the reverence and recognition of the gods.

At this moment, Xu Zifan didn't need to speak, all the living beings in the 100,000 mountains surrendered and obeyed the order.

"The witch god is above, please wait for me!"

Kuroki was the first to speak, kneeling on the ground, followed by strange creatures all over the mountains and fields, and countless wild beasts roared at the sky and the moon.

All of a sudden, the mountains shook, and countless creatures knelt down and worshipped, and this scene was grand and spectacular, and it shocked people's hearts.

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

In the midst of a hundred thousand mountains, there are endless resources, and these creatures regard him as a witch god, which is a good thing, and he can command all living beings to collect what they need for him.

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

The figure was dressed in gray, hunched over, hiding under a big tree in the moonlight, and was looking this way at the moment.

This is a person, a cultivator!

Appearing here at this time, in the depths of the 100,000 mountains, it is obvious that he has ulterior motives.

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

This is an old man, with a clear face, a thin figure, a gray robe on his body, and the whole person looks a little gloomy, and he is sneaking around at this time, looking this way.

Seeing the image of this person, Xu Zifan thought about it for a while, and almost guessed his identity.

Shangguan Ce!

The second person in the Incense Valley, the city is very deep, he is a yin owl, the Taoism is profound, and there is another one, that is, for the sake of his life, he can be without dignity, he can endure humiliation and burden, and he is a difficult character.