The natal Taoist technique Zhutian was violently attacking its user, Xiao Fan.
"This... is abominable!" Xiao Fan resisted desperately. He had already consumed almost all of his physical strength by using this natal magic. But now that the natal magic came back with its original power, how could he be where he is now?
Can it be resisted?
"Roar!" The little cat underneath him roared, but Xiao Fan suddenly slapped him away with his palm.
The abuse in his body was also blasted by Xiao Fan on his chest with a palm, and it was shocked out of his body!
"Xiao Fan, you... what are you doing?" Maliao rolled and flew very far away, shouted loudly, and flew towards Xiao Fan again with Xiao Miao.
"Don't come here, Zhu Tian's power is not something you can withstand!" Xiao Fan quickly waved his hands and shouted.
"But, what should you do?" Ma Ma was so anxious that he could only stop abruptly.
"Don't worry, I won't die. Since Yan Hong wants to play this kind of game with me, I might as well play with him!" Xiao Fan said through gritted teeth with veins popping on his forehead.
And the power of Zhutian began to swim throughout his body, and began to crazily destroy his body and strength!
"Hahaha, it seems that you can really persist. Although you have no strength, you can still persist for so long under the power of Zhutian. You are worthy of being my old enemy, but... I can't give you any comeback.
Chance, accept death, Xiao Fan, the winner of this final war is me! It’s our Shura God Clan!" Yan Hong laughed wildly, took a deep breath again, gathered all his power into the palm of his hand, and immediately faced
Take a photo of Xiao Fan!
The power of this palm was so terrifying that Xiao Fan felt that his eyes suddenly turned dark. At the same time, the one-star Tiger Emperor Sword in his hand shattered into pieces, and the Shifang Emperor Armor that could withstand the powerful impact also appeared.
There are countless cracks, and there are signs of being crushed at any time!
"Damn it, how could I... be defeated by you here!" Xiao Fan roared at the top of his lungs, blood spurted out from his mouth, and with a wave of his hand, a huge ball of golden light burst out!
"What? This is..." Yan Hong was stunned when he saw this. He quickly retracted his palms and put his arms in front of him to protect him, but he was also violently knocked away by the golden light.
Golden tiles!
"Damn it, wasn't this damn treasure destroyed by me in the prehistoric times? Why did it appear again?" Yan Hong stabilized his figure at a very far distance, and immediately wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a flash of light flashed in his eyes.
resentment.
The golden square brick was unexpectedly used by Zhao Wuji during the prehistoric period, causing him harm. However, he did not expect that after hundreds of millions of years, he would make the same mistake again and suffer a small loss under the golden square brick again.
"Hmph! Xiao Fan, no matter how hard you struggle, you will definitely die. Do you think this broken brick can stop me? I could destroy it in the prehistoric times, and I can destroy it again now!" Yan Hong
He roared angrily and raised his hand to smash the golden brick.
"Damn it, stop him, Medicine King Divine Cauldron, control!" Xiao Fan gritted his teeth and forced himself to release the Medicine King Divine Cauldron again.
The Medicine King Divine Cauldron suddenly flashed with dazzling brilliance, and suddenly appeared above Yan Hong's head. The mouth of the cauldron faced downwards, spitting out seven-color flames, covering Yan Hong's figure!
"Medicine King Divine Cauldron? This magic weapon has also been restored?" Yan Hong's pupils shrank slightly, and his face showed a cautious look.
He has personally experienced the restraining power of the Medicine King Divine Cauldron. He cannot escape from it in a short time, not even himself!
In comparison, the prison power of the Bahuang Phoenix Tower is even worse by three points!
After all, all the emperor's artifacts are refined from this Medicine King Divine Cauldron!
Although the Medicine King Divine Cauldron does not reach the imperial level, it possesses mysteries that even the emperor's artifacts cannot match. Even the founder of the Shura God Tribe destroyed the Medicine King Divine Cauldron and lost the power of nine cows and two tigers!
"Xiao Fan, do you think you can escape the disaster by temporarily restricting my movements with this God-breaking Cauldron? Huh, you are too naive. In your current situation, you can no longer withstand the power of the natal Taoist magic.
, even if I don't take action, your death will only be a matter of time, and you won't be able to hold on for much longer. Since you don't want me to give you a good time, then I'll just stay here and slowly appreciate the pain of your slow death!"
Yan Hong clenched his fists and did not intend to expend any energy to break the restraints of the Medicine King Divine Cauldron. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the spot, folded his arms, and shouted loudly as if he was watching the fun.
"Death? Huh, since you expect so much, I will die for you!" Xiao Fan suddenly showed a strange smile when he heard this, but gave up the resistance, relaxed his whole body, and allowed the power of killing the sky to wreak havoc on his body!
"Huh?" Yan Hong was slightly startled when he saw this.
"Xiao Fan, are you crazy? Don't give up!" Ma shouted quickly.
"Don't worry, if I don't die, how can I satisfy Yan Hong? For now, let's satisfy him once, but... once for each person!" Xiao Fan's smile became even weirder, and then his body began to collapse.
, completely reduced to ashes under the power of the natal magic!
At the same time, the golden bricks and the Medicine King Divine Cauldron also buzzed in unison, seeming to feel sad for Xiao Fan's death.
Then, the light on the two magic weapons completely dissipated, and they were suspended quietly in the void.
"Xiao Fan...is he really dead?" Yan Hong looked at the golden bricks and the Medicine King Divine Cauldron with confusion on his face, and rubbed his chin.
Only when the owner dies will the magic weapon he possesses completely lose any power, just like these two magic weapons at this time.
But in the end, Xiao Fan stopped struggling and chose to die on his own?
Isn’t there something too strange here?
"Xiao Fan, are you really dead? Stop pretending to be mysterious!" Yan Hong gritted his teeth and roared loudly.
The voice was like thunder, reverberating throughout the space, but no one answered any of his questions.
"Really dead? Why do I always feel... something weird here?" Yan Hong is suspicious by nature. Under such circumstances, he is even more doubtful, and the corners of his eyes are constantly twitching...
Especially the last words Xiao Fan said before he died were like a sharp thorn piercing his heart, making him extremely uncomfortable!
"What the hell, one person at a time...what does it mean? What exactly does it mean?" Yan Hong became a little crazy.
"Xiao Fan..." Shao in the distance was dumbfounded.
He really didn't expect that Xiao Fan would die right under his nose!
"Roar!" Suddenly, Xiao Meow let out a low roar.
"Uh, what's wrong?" Ma quickly touched Xiaomei's head.
Immediately afterwards, his pupils narrowed: "Can you feel it? By the way, you have a special ability to sense space. So... Xiao Fan is really not dead?"
Xiaomiao nodded slightly.
"Well, that's right. I also feel that this guy can't die like this. Moreover, he just died in front of my eyes, but I don't feel any sadness. Instead, I feel sad from deep in my heart.
There is a sense of hope, as if I was looking forward to this moment happening!" He ground his teeth and said inexplicably.
The entire space within the World Gate suddenly became extremely silent.
Yan Hong was also suspicious and did not dare to act rashly. He stood on the spot and watched every place with vigilance.
But half a stick of incense has passed, and the entire space is still extremely quiet, without any changes happening.
"Damn it, am I really too worried? This guy is indeed dead?" Yan Hong frowned and rubbed his chin.
"Xiao Fan... what is going on? Are you really alive? If you are alive, where are you? Why haven't you appeared yet?" Mal is also waiting anxiously, but Xiaomiao is not.
It didn't mean anything to worry about.
Xiao Fan is indeed not dead.
But where has he gone now?
Even Yan Hong didn't notice that in the pool of the blood spring of the Shura God Clan not far away, the moment Xiao Fan died, a drop of crystal clear blood appeared in the pool.
One flower, one world, one leaf, one Bodhi.
In that drop of blood, there is another world.
In that world, there was nothing, and everything was filled with the extremely thick energy of the original grand mist of the universe!
That's right, the Qi of Hongmeng is the initial form that gave birth to the Qi of Chaos. It contains the initial power of all and is called the origin of the universe!
And it seems that in the more ancient times, even before this universe and this land of chaos were born, and before Emperor Pangu arrived, everything looked like this.
Perhaps, you can call this the beginning, or you can call this the end.
In such a place, the beginning and the end complement each other, creation and destruction, and merge with each other. This is the source of everything and the end of everything!
However, in this world, there are two figures at this time, suspended in the energy of Hongmeng, confronting each other.
A man in a white robe, with long silver-white hair floating in the wind, with his hands behind his back, an extraordinary figure, and the look between his brows are nine percent similar to Xiao Fan, but one percent different.
That's right, he is not Xiao Fan, but Zhao Wuji!
The person standing opposite him had exactly the same appearance, except that the color of his robe and long hair were as black as ink, but his temperament was more like that of Xiao Fan!
Xiao Fan and Zhao Wuji!
The past and present lives that had been completely integrated now actually stand against each other in this form, showing a hostile momentum!
"Don't you regret giving up like this?" Zhao Wuji suddenly asked calmly.
"It's not about giving up. You should also know that after breaking down, you can stand up again. Only in this way can you step onto a higher place!" Xiao Fan also replied lightly.
"But don't you think it's too risky to do this?"
"If we don't take risks, can we get everything we want?" Xiao Fan retorted: "Maybe it's because you don't dare and you have too many things to give up that you failed in the prehistoric era. Looking forward and backward is also your failure. The root cause!”
"Could it be that you mean that if I had been like the Shura God Clan and had no emotions or desires, I would not have died?" Zhao Wuji frowned.
"That's not the case. When you are kind, you must be tolerant of the world. When facing enemies, you must be like a devil. Unfortunately, you used to be like this, but when you became a god and had too many responsibilities and obligations, you began to become cowardly! "Xiao Fan shouted sternly: "If you are still like this, I don't need such a past life!"