Dragon and Tiger Taoist

In the underworld, the bloody wind and bloody rain are raging.

"Brother, what should we do next?"

Looking at Hei Wuchang who was deep in thought and had yet to speak, Bai Wuchang asked again.

Hearing this, Hei Wuchang withdrew his gaze.

"Most of the things here have been taken away by the true immortals of the human race, but after all, there are still some remnants. Let's go search and take away everything we can, and then find a place to clean up and restore our own cultivation as soon as possible. Take a look by the way. Whichever way the wind blows.”

"If the wind direction remains unchanged and the black tiger can really succeed, then we will go to Longhu Mountain. With our two brothers' abilities, we can probably get the attention of Longhu Mountain."

With low words, Hei Wuchang revealed his plan.

Hearing this, Bai Wuchang was a little confused.

"Brother, since we want to take refuge in Longhu Mountain, why did we escape just now? Moreover, after Yama fell, we finally gained freedom, so why do we still have to rely on others? I think it would be good for you, brother, to be Yama yourself. In this way, I It’s Yama’s younger brother, Xiao Yama.”

Confused in his heart, Bai Wuchang instinctively retorted.

Hearing this, Hei Wuchang glanced at Bai Wuchang.

"If we don't escape, we will become prisoners of Longhu Mountain. Our life and death will be in the hands of others. What kind of treatment will we get? Is this the same as if we take refuge after we regain our strength?"

"As for Yama, the first Yama is dead, and the second Yama is also dead. Do you want your brother to become the third one? We, black and white, were born at the right moment, and will naturally have entanglements with Yama. No matter who becomes Yama, They will not deliberately target us, or even need our assistance. Under such circumstances, we only need to obey the orders, why do we need to do something that goes against heaven?"

As he spoke, Hei Wuchang's face was full of hatred that iron could not become steel.

Hearing this, Bai Wuchang suddenly realized.

"Brother, you are so smart."

The words were full of sincerity, and Bai Wuchang praised from the bottom of his heart.

Hearing this, Hei Wuchang hummed, turned around and left, and Bai Wuchang followed quickly, their figures hidden by the wind and rain.

And with the death of all the hundred innate ghosts and gods that emerged from Yingyihe, the will of Yin Mingtian fluctuated, and some subtle changes began to occur.

In the Taixuan Realm, one of the Eight Desolations, the mist is always there, dividing it into large or small puzzles. In an unknown puzzle, surrounded by mountains, although everything is green, there is a certain kind of mystery. An inexplicable coldness pervades here, like snakes and insects hiding in the mountains and forests.

These peaks have different shapes, some are sitting, some are lying, some are majestic, some are strange and beautiful, some are human-like, some are animal-like, and some are grass-like.

"I'm going to die. From now on, the bloodline of my witch clan will really be cut off."

Between the mountains, a sigh came out. It spread far and wide, echoing among the mountains and lingering for a long time. Only a figure was seen standing out of thin air, overlooking the mountains.

His body shape was human-like, with his waist stooped, his eyes were cloudy, and his whole body seemed to be made of clay. There was an aura of decay lingering around him. He was about to die, and half of his body had already been buried in the ground. He was not a human race, but a shaman from the alien race.

"My family has access to heaven and earth, is close to nature, and has never struggled with the world. Why did it end up like this?"

After traveling across thousands of mountains and looking at the corpses left behind by his clansmen, grief surged into his heart, and muddy tears fell from the eyes of the old witch.

"Old Patriarch, I have finally failed to live up to your hopes. The blood of the Witch Clan has been extinguished by myself. Why should Yuanyun Cang Tian treat me less favorably?"

Feeling unwilling and questioning the sky, the life in the old shaman's body was quietly cut off.

The aura of death spread, and the body turned into a mountain. After death, the old witch followed the tradition, returned to the world, buried himself, and became a new mountain in the puzzle. However, unlike other vibrant mountain peaks, this mountain was completely gray. , the air of death lingers, and not even a blade of grass grows.

It was at this time that the invisible creation fell, and a terrifying wave of death energy erupted from the mountain peak, sweeping through the surrounding area and engulfing the mountain peaks one after another. At this moment, the grass and trees withered, all souls wailed, and everything was returning. die.

The grievances accumulated by the shaman clan for several epochs boiled over at this moment. The mountains shifted, and they actively approached the mountain of death and blended into it, making the mountain of death even more majestic, as if it was competing with the sky. .

At a certain moment, the sky and the earth meet, and the Big Dipper is reflected. This mountain has its own name, Bei Mang. The South Dipper governs life, and the Big Dipper governs death. This mountain is the real mountain of death.

At the same time, the stars fell, and a ghost began to breed deep in the Beimang Mountain. It was born with the resentment of the shaman clan, blessed by destiny, and born extraordinary.

At this moment, in addition to Beimang Mountain, there are many strange phenomena occurring in Taixuan Realm, most of which are related to ghosts. The fall of the innate ghosts and gods has caused the favor of Yin Mingtian to shift towards the ghosts from the day after tomorrow, and many ghosts from the day after tomorrow have been affected by this. After receiving good fortune, the most astonishing changes are hidden in Guixu, one of the ten places.

Guixu, the place where all things decline. Countless blessed places, caves, and even immortal heavens will fall into this place after reaching their end, and will eventually be consumed by Guixu. This is a symbol of end and destruction.

As God's will fluctuated, waves began to rise in the depths of Guixu, and the remains of the Blessed Land, Cave Heaven, and Immortal Heaven that had not yet been completely wiped out began to gather, and finally the six complete prototypes of Immortal Heaven were pieced together, which were full of decay and decay. They were supposed to be the departed sky, but now they have reappeared in another way.

And as the prototype of the six-direction immortal heaven appeared and settled in the depths of Guixu, some residual soul thoughts that had never been eliminated were like sharks that smelled the smell of blood, and they began to chase after them instinctively.

Before the birth of Yin Mingtian, Guixu assumed some of the reincarnation responsibilities of the Taixuan Realm, killing all the souls and allowing them to truly come to an end. It is not easy to be able to fall into this place and maintain the immortality of one's own soul.

And now they want to take advantage of the opportunity given by the Six Directions Old Heaven to break away from Gui Ruins and return. At the same time, in the deepest part of Gui Ruins, a figure sitting cross-legged was also awakened by such an incident. Its figure was blurry and seemed to be... Virtual and real.

"The Six Heavens were born? That shouldn't be the case. They should be conceived after the second heavenly change. It's still a little early now."

The eyes were dark without a trace of light, and the figure sitting cross-legged opened his eyes.

"It turns out that someone suppressed the innate ghosts and gods, causing the will of Yin Ming Tian to deviate. The general trend is like a torrent. Even if there are small waves, the fundamentals will not be changed. The destruction of one wave will only give birth to a new wave."

A dark spear buzzed beside him, breaking through many obstacles and gaining a glimpse of the secrets. The figure sitting cross-legged understood something.

"That's good, Gutian has actually been conceived, so the birth of the Six Gutian Ghosts is not far away. This is also a good thing for me."

"Golden Immortal, Taiyi Golden Immortal, these long years have passed, and this incomplete world is not only about to return to perfection, but it has also given birth to a different kind of vitality, and even derived another path to transcendence, although it is still incomplete. Yes, but in the end it gave me a glimmer of hope that these long years of waiting were not in vain.”

The spear buzzed, the air of destruction spread across the sky, and the darkness retreated. At this moment, the appearance of this figure truly appeared. Its body was human-like, and its face was blurred, like a twisted shadow.

"The seed I sown casually has produced abundant fruits. This has saved me a lot of effort. It seems that my sacrifice to the God of Fortune was still effective."

No longer paying attention to the changes above, the shadow lowered its gaze. Under it was an extinguished sun. Its figure was majestic, pressing across the void, exuding an aura of immortality. It was the remains left behind after the fall of the Demon Ancestor. .