In the dark space, a sword-like light shot out from the ball surrounded by tentacles. A red ball of light wrapped around Ye Fei slowly rose. Neither the boundless tentacles nor the tail of the God of Disaster could harm him.

Chi You said right. On the surface, Ye Fei was in danger. In fact, due to the powerful protective effect of the body-protecting Qi, although Ye Fei was surrounded by a group of tentacles, his physical injuries were not serious. He just shattered his internal organs again and again, and he would not die in a short period of time with the blessing of the boy's golden body.

But what Ye Fei wanted was not immortal, but victory! So he unwillingly unveiled the seal of the second inner alchemy and released Chi You and himself to fight side by side, so that the breath of killing and recovery filled every corner of his body at the same time.

Killing represents yang, restoration represents yin, and yin and yang are just like the Yin and Yang fish in the Daozong.

Ye Fei in this state is the strongest, with a powerful strength beyond the past. Many tentacles chased a ball of light that kept flying upwards from behind. The person standing in the ball of light slowly opened his eyes, stretched his limbs at the limit, and a more dazzling light burst out from his chest, which was the same brilliance as the sun.

The huge tentacles melted under the light, and Ye Fei flew to the limit of space with his sword in his hands, and then slashed it with one sword.

"Brush!" A blood line between heaven and earth shone through, and all creatures on the sword blade extension line were cut off, including the stars floating in the sky.

The power of this sword actually broke through the constraints of time and space, and reached a certain extreme.

"Let you see enough!" A wound appeared on the body of the God of Disaster, and the wound was almost invisible. However, its huge body collapsed to both sides with the cracks, and tentacles needed to hook each other to maintain the status quo.

Ye Fei and the swords merged into one and fell from the sky.

...

The ice field that turned into a purgatory, endless white worms and black crows attacked the new gods and the kings who came to save them.

Everyone was in trouble, with some color hanging on people's bodies, and their clothes were torn and broken, and they didn't know how many holes were pierced.

The number of the new gods who are still fighting is surprisingly consistent with the prophecy of the Great Shaman. One hundred people are left, and there are only one hundred people left in the ice field of hundreds of thousands. As a new god who has gained enlightenment in disasters and opened up new life, he is barely alive, only one step away from death.

The war was fought from day to night, and the cold rain fell, which was not seen on the ice field for ten years. It has been snowing here for ten years, and there has never been rain. Today is the first in ten years.

The birds attacked them frantically, and the white worms rushed over and were blocked. The rain turned the rolled soil into mud, the soil was red, which was the color of blood immersion.

"Isn't it over?" Everyone was a little worried. About two hours ago, all the tentacles on the surface were taken back to the ground, and it was obvious that the battle had entered the final stage. After that, violent vibrations continued to be heard under the ground, as if earthquakes continued to occur until the sun sets on the mountain.

"It's been a bit long, it's worrying."

"Looking at the number of crows and white worms, there is no sign of decrease at all, Ye Fei will not..."

"Shut up, you crow's mouth!"

"Why rush in and take a look."

"Don't go. If Ye Fei can't solve the problem, then it will be useless if we go in." As the few people spoke, a series of red lights pierced the surface of the ground. The lights were scorching, and the white worms and crows died in the light. The voice of the great shaman came from the Alhan Heights, "Hurry, return to the high ground, my compatriots, the ice field is dangerous."

With the shouts of the great shaman, everyone realized the seriousness of the problem.

The meteorite and the spirits of three thousand wild horses opened the way, and the kings led the new gods to flee to the Alhan Heights.

Along the way, they were constantly attacked by crows, and the black whirlwind blocked the road for no reason, which made them passive.

"It seems that the winner is decided, and Ye Fei must have won."

"I hope so." Baihuaye used his ability to control the wind and calmed the black tornado; the meteorite opened the way to smash the crows; the golden phoenix shuttled back and forth, threading needles. Finally, the people riding the wild horse spirit returned to the Alhan Heights, and fell off the horse's back fatigue and finally saved their lives temporarily.

However, after a moment, a violent vibration came from the bottom of the Alhan Heights, and it seemed that the place was difficult to protect.

"No, is it Ye Fei who lost?" Chu Xie changed his mind. After all, the Alhan Heights were implicated, and it is very likely that Ye Fei lost.

The great shaman said worriedly: "The heart of the God of Disaster is sealed in the underground of the Alhan Heights. If the God of Disaster completely breaks through the seal, everything on the Alhan Heights will be destroyed."

"But fortunately, the white worms and crows dare not fly up for the time being."

"They are fearing the power of the temple."

After a moment of breathing, the kings stood up and stood in a row on the border line of the Arhan Heights, looking at the ice fields in the distance with their own thoughts.

Red light shot out from the ground, like a knife or a sword, shattering the insects and crows one by one. They finally knew why it was raining today, because the red light raised the temperature in the air.

At this time, the ice field was fragmented, and the ground was full of holes seemed to be pockmarked on human faces, and I couldn't bear to look at it.

Once upon a time, the barbarians flourished here, but were on the verge of extinction due to the awakening of the god of disaster, and now there are only one hundred people left.

This is the gap between man and God. This gap is absolute and cannot be changed by any external force. In front of God, mortals are as small as ants.

More light was shot out, making the Alhan Heights seem to be bathed in holy light. When the water vapor encounters light, it then evaporates into steam. The insects and crows are brutally killed. The vibration under the ground becomes more and more violent. At a certain moment, it is on the verge of peak and then stops abruptly.

Then, a five-meter-sized beam of light shot into the sky, and a familiar figure flew out in the light, which was Ye Fei!

"Win!"

"Our king is back!"

"Okay." Ye Fei landed on the Alhan Heights. His body was already full of holes and was rotten. There was a lot of black blood left on the ends of his hair and skin. His eyes were red and his body trembled constantly, as if he had not recovered from the battle just now.

Ye Fei's whole body was bathed in the blood of the God of Disaster, and the sword in his hand released a scorching light. The lethality of these lights was so strong that the kings retreated and did not dare to step forward.

"I'm back, Ye Fei, that's great!"

"It's finally over."

The smoke and dust rolled, the ground fell, and the ancient ice field collapsed and withered after the death of the God of Disaster, becoming a huge downward sank basin. The process of land collapse lasted for nearly a month, and it was not finally formed after a month.

The Alhan Heights were not affected at all, standing alone on the distant land, sheltered and blessed by the natural gods.

Ye Fei turned his back to Bingyuan, and his body trembled more violently. At some point, he vomited blood and fell to the ground, but finally couldn't hold on.

However, he did not accept the support of everyone, but inserted his sword into the ground and barely supported his body. At the next moment, he seemed to have realized something. Ye Fei suddenly looked up at the sky in the south, and his gaze was so serious that the kings were confused.

"What's wrong with Ye Fei?"

"Is there any enemy there? Let's kill it all!"

"Haha." Ye Fei tried hard to adjust his breathing, using the recovery ability of the second inner alchemy to repair the injuries on his body as much as possible and restore his physical strength. His pair of tiger eyes looked at the sky in the south, as if there was something terrible there.

Everyone followed his gaze and could not see any clues, thinking that Ye Fei had a dream disease.

But at this moment, a sharp light cut through the sky at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. In the time when everyone could not react, it pierced through a new god's body and nailed him to the ground. Then there was the second light, the third light, each light caused a new god who survived the battle of the God of Disaster to die. Looking closely, it turned out to be a light sword. Yes, it was an immortal sword condensed from light! It pierced into the body of the new god without dispersing, as if the incarnation of substantial power.

At a certain moment, the killing stopped, as if he was tired of playing, and ten new gods had died, and the prophecy of the Great Shaman deviated from the right track.

The great shaman waved the snake-shaped dagger in his hand and shone the light on the dagger to the south, finally allowing the person hiding there to show his true body.

Some immortals in Taoist clothes appeared in the sky. The leader was wearing white clothes and snow. The eagle-like eyes were covered with moon-white ribbons, hair tied, red lips, and a delicate face made many women as ashamed. They were eight feet tall, three swords on their waists, and a realistic fox fur lying on their shoulders.

A man stands on the clouds and has the demeanor and courage to compete with the sky!

When the man appeared, Ye Fei's expression changed. Anger, sadness, pain, and various complex emotions appeared one by one and then flashed away. The red light surged out from his body again and turned into a thin line to break through the sky.

The rain has been falling, and the two men tied by fate finally met again five years later. This is the arrangement of fate and God’s teasing!

It’s a man in the world, and he can’t help himself!

...

A light appeared in the dark sky. It was where Fang Baiyu stood. The rain stopped within the five battles. It was not to avoid him, but Fang Baiyu forced the gate of the rain with the ability to listen to the sound of all things.

Fang Baiyu stood in the sky, stepping on white clouds, and was as angry as a tiger. Behind him were many familiar faces, and the only one standing side by side was a graceful woman. This woman was so familiar to the court, named Li Tingxi.

The reason for the cold and solemn wasteland was that Fang Baiyu's appearance gained a hint of warmth, as if it was a gift from heaven after a huge disaster to heal the wounds of the earth. Fang Baiyu's straight body was half a head taller than the people around him, his long black hair was tied behind his head, and his thick joints were obviously caused by countless sword swings. The ribbon covered his eyes fell, and the pure white color that was revealed lost its pupils. There was no emotion in his eyes, and it was as calm as a pool of bottomless water.

The white shoes were embroidered with golden dragons, and a light shone inexplicably from behind Fang Baiyu, as if proclaiming to the world that this man was the messenger of the way of heaven and was sent by the way of heaven to save the world.

Fang Baiyu stood quietly, with the support of white clouds under his feet. It was really a cloud, from the Qingniu Shangxian beside Baiyu.

The four great gods are Qingniu, Cialis, Cialis Supreme and Five-Colored Divine Ox. Among them, Cialis Supreme is dead, and the five-Colored Divine Ox and Cialis have not yet appeared. As the witness of the history of Shushan, Qingniu Shangxian has guarded the back mountain alone for many years and is an existence that cannot be driven by the heads of all dynasties. Today, he followed Fang Baiyu to a dead ice field, carrying the immortals flying with the immortal clouds he had worked hard to sacrifice.

Does this mean that Fang Baiyu is the only leader of Shushan whom Qingniu Shangxian has recognized and is willing to follow for thousands of years?

The light in the sky seemed to be wearing a white wedding dress on Fang Baiyu and Li Tingxi. However, Ye Fei knew that their wedding dress was blood-stained. Ye Fei's eyes turned red again and became as beautiful as rubies. It was the color of blood and a unique feature of the Rakshasa tribe.

"You! How long have you been hiding?" Ye Fei's voice pierced the sky, like a tiger's roar.

"I just arrived and happened to see you kill the God of Disaster and break out of the ground." Fang Baiyu's voice was soft and he was not under the pressure.

One of them stood in the sky and the other on the ground, and the distance between them seemed to be the whole world.

When did this start to become like this?

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, as if it was back to Ruyang five years ago, and back to that night when blood and fire were intertwined. The most precious person died, Fang Baiyu thus stepped onto the peak of Jiuzhou, while Ye Fei fell into the dust and rolled in the mud for a full five years until today.

The incident that day was still in front of us, but neither of us wanted to mention it. The silence of each other made time and space solemn, and only the grand rain served as a foil, which made people unable to breathe.

No one dared to speak while Ye Fei and Fang Baiyu remained silent, and no one even dared to breathe heavily at this time, no one!

After that day, Ye Fei seemed to have disappeared from various legends in Jiuzhou, as if he had been erased out of thin air, as if he had never existed, becoming the biggest taboo in Shushan and was never allowed to mention it again.

When Ye Fei left Ruyang alone, the pouring rain poured him into a chicken. He moved step by step, leaving clear footprints behind him, and his heart died.

On many unknown nights, he tossed and turned, and wanted to rush up to Shushan countless times to ask clearly, and imagined the scene of reunion with Fang Baiyu countless times, but finally suppressed.

There is only one voice left in my heart, which was left when I raised my sword and wanted to go, as if the alarm bell kept ringing - brothers collapsed, and the world broke!

When the brothers who were as close as brothers drew their swords toward each other, the earth under their feet cracked, and the sky shed precious tears.

It seems to be mourning, as if it is sighing.

Life is short, and it is enough to get a close friend. Shouldn't it be like this?

The rain kept falling, falling between Fang Baiyu and Ye Fei, as if an invisible wall stood between them.

The white light shone in the sky in the south, and a thread of blood rushing up on the Arhan Heights in the north. The man in white and the man in the dark blood of the god of disaster stood silently. The outline of the other person was reflected in his eyes, but he no longer looked like he used to be.

There was a wound on Fang Baiyu's face, which was extremely small. It could only be seen very close, but it would always be there and could never be smoothed out by time.

They can never go back, and they will never go back. Ye Fei and Fang Baiyu both knew that the three teenagers from Fan Village could never go back, and could never see each other's laughing and scolding faces.

Never go back!

because,

——Mo Junru is dead!
To be continued...