The Eight Desolation Fire Dragons roared, fighting against the palm of the demon god, the two sides did not give in to each other, and for a while, the battle actually entered the white heat, only to see the sky shaking, the void shattered and bridged, the lightning flashed and thundered, and the sky was full of fire, as if the end was coming, and the world was about to be destroyed.

However, this state could not last long, because the power of the Eight Desolation Fire Dragons was gathered by Xu Zifan by absorbing the power of endless earth fire, and at this time, it was like a rootless duckweed, lacking the power of follow-up.

And the Netherworld Descender on the opposite side only used one Demon God Palm from beginning to end, obviously it may not have exerted all his strength at all for some reason, and it seems to be at ease.

With the passage of time, the outcome may have been decided, and it is too difficult for mortals to compete with the gods, and it is even a fantasy at all, with Xu Zifan's strength at this time, he can't do it.

However, under the oppression of a demon god, his countless spells have gradually become unified, which has to be said to be a kind of harvest.

"Boom!"

The sound of the void bursting came again, and the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon swooped down, once again breaking through a huge and heavy black palm print like a mountain, and the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon was also blocked and could not go further.

At this point in the battle, the Eight Desolation Fire Dragons were no longer as big as they were at the beginning, although they were still incomparably powerful, fierce and furious, but their entire body had shrunk to about half of what it was at the beginning.

Every time the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon impacts, the divine power is consumed a lot, and in the body of the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon, Xu Zifan's face is as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, which is caused by excessive mana consumption, but the mana aura around his body has become more and more rounded, and all kinds of mixed mana have gathered, representing the cyan divine power of Taoism, the golden mana representing the power of Buddhism, the red mana representing the magic spell, and the black magic power representing the weird witchcraft, etc., which are actually kneaded together at this time, turning into black and white.

This kind of mana is even more mysterious, there is white in black, and there is black in white, which corresponds to the two qi of yin and yang at the origin of the Great Dao, and it is extremely mysterious.

At this moment, a unique mysterious aura emanated from Xu Zifan's body, setting off it as if he had turned into a son of the Great Dao, his body and the Tao were combined, and the pulse of heaven and earth was synchronized between one breath and one breath, and the gestures seemed to be outlining the traces of the Great Dao, and the whole person was full of a unique Taoist rhyme.

"Roar!"

The Eight Desolation Fire Dragon roared fiercely, shaking the sky, and once again collided with a black palm print, causing the earth, water, fire, and wind to surge, lightning and thunder, this time the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon was repulsed, and the entire body shrank again, and within the body of the fire dragon, Xu Zifan's face instantly flushed, and a mouthful of blood spit out.

A real god is too terrifying, even if Xu Zifan can control the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon, which also has the power of the gods, but he was still injured in the battle, if he didn't have the armillary body alchemy, he cultivated the true body of the perfect silver wall, and his body was strong and unparalleled, maybe at the beginning of the battle, his body would be shattered, and he couldn't withstand this terrifying divine power at all, between mortals and gods, that was the gap between the essence of life, and it was too difficult to reverse it.

At this point in the battle, Xu Zifan comprehended the power of the gods and felt this supreme divine aura, although he couldn't fight the other party at this time, but he was not discouraged, the other party was not invincible, he believed that over time, he would definitely be able to reach that height, and it was not impossible to even surpass the other party.

Thinking of this, Xu Zifan no longer hesitated, and after driving the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon to fight with the other party again, he flew towards the rear with the terrifying divine power that erupted between the two sides.

At this time, Xu Zifan's speed was extremely fast, like a lightning speed, lightning flashing, in the blink of an eye, it was already more than ten miles away, and after a moment, his figure appeared on a mountain thirty miles away, this speed was terrifying, it was his limit at this time, to get rid of a real god, he didn't think about hiding it.

And in this process, no one noticed that a wisp of black mist was like a faint light smoke, attached to Xu Zifan's body when he flew into the sky, and left with him.

This wisp of black mist is the fierceness of heaven and earth, which was transformed by Xu Zifan's reincarnation of the demon beast god, and when Xu Zifan fought fiercely with the descender of the netherworld, he finally killed all the seven heroes of the black mist with the same fate, and he was also beaten back to the main body, turning into a wisp of fierce qi.

On the other side, after seeing Xu Zifan leaving, the Netherworld Descender sneered, and then split out with a palm, only to see that the void in front of him actually cracked a black gap, and then his figure flickered, and turned into a black shadow and drilled into the void crack.

The next moment, in front of Xu Zifan, the void shattered, and a black shadow manifested out, which was the one who descended from the Netherworld.

And Xu Zifan also sensed that there was a fluctuation of divine power in the void in front of him for the first time, so he did not hesitate and flew in another direction.

However, in just a moment, in front of it, the void shattered again, and a black shadow like a ghostly shadow drilled out of the void crack and blocked the front.

Seeing this, Xu Zifan quickly turned around and changed his direction again, and at the same time, he was also awe-inspiring in his heart, a real god is really terrifying, he can actually shuttle through space and walk in the void, just this kind of means, which is not something that transcendent-level cultivators can have, although there is only a realm difference between the two, but it is like a temporary gap between the heavens, and it is extremely difficult to cross the past.

Not surprisingly, soon, the void in front of it shattered again, and the Netherworld Descender manifested like a ghost.

"Don't struggle, why bother in vain, you can hold on for so long, you are proud enough!"

The ghostly demon voice, with a hint of banter and a trace of cruel indifference, resounded throughout the whole world, and at this time, the Netherworld descender seemed to be in control of the overall situation, high above, and everything was under control.

According to normal circumstances, it is true, it is almost impossible for an extraordinary-level powerhouse to escape from the hands of a true god.

Of course, Xu Zifan also realized this, so he simply stopped his figure and stopped doing senseless behavior, at this time he looked at the other party, he wanted to see what other purposes the other party had, so he never made a killer, but this does not mean that he accepted his fate, he wanted to leave, naturally there were other means, not that the other party could stop it.

"Hehe, don't run away anymore? After all, it's fate! ”

The void shattered, a black shadow, shrouded in demonic fog, unable to see his face clearly, like a devil who came out of hell, with a creepy aura, slowly walked out of it, it was the one who came from the netherworld.

(End of chapter)