The first taboo in the world

Chapter 447 The Beast God is Born

At this moment, Xu Zifan came out of seclusion and ended several months of seclusion practice.

In terms of witchcraft, his cultivation speed is astonishing. It can be regarded as the only one in this world and rare in ancient times.

After several months of practice, he mastered all the witchcraft methods he had obtained, and the realm of witchcraft power reached directly to the realm of the Wizard Saint. In the Central Plains, this kind of realm is rare in the world, equivalent to the Qingyun Sect's Taiqing realm, and A monk at this level is enough to create a large immortal cultivation sect.

However, if he wants to continue practicing, although he can still make some progress, at the current level, if there are no special adventures, the speed of practice will slow down a lot. From now on, he can only rely on water grinding to slowly polish his magic power and strengthen it. strength.

Under such circumstances, Xu Zifan certainly did not hesitate to leave the seclusion. He could not spend too much time here.

At this moment, Xu Zifan was walking in the air, his long black clothes rustling in the wind. The aura around him was sometimes solemn and grand, sometimes ethereal, sometimes strange and obscure, which was extremely shocking.

This situation is precisely because he possesses a variety of cultivation methods, and has cultivated them to extremely advanced levels.

At this moment, there was a loud noise in the black forest ahead. Along with the rustling sound among the leaves, a group of people were either wrapped in animal skins or wearing bird feathers, bird feathers on their heads, and human bodies. Monsters with animal heads came out with a roar.

When this group of monsters saw Xu Zifan standing in the sky, they were immediately overjoyed, fell to the ground, knelt down, and shouted some strange languages.

"Ula Akka..."

"Yeah Yu Xika..."

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Xu Zifan looked calm and not surprised at the arrival of these creatures.

Looking down at the strange creatures with human bodies, fish heads, human bodies and dog heads, or strange creatures with wings, Xu Zifan's eyes showed a hint of pity.

These alien creatures possess intelligence no less than that of humans. They are the only thirty-seven alien races remaining in southern Xinjiang. They are the products of the ancient witch tribe's experiment in witchcraft in ancient times. They are considered experimental products. Therefore, Xu Zifan does not dislike these strange creatures, and even Seeing that due to the influence of their bloodline brand, even after thousands of years, they still worshiped him sincerely for possessing the supreme witchcraft power, all he felt was pity in his heart.

In the eyes of normal humans, these creatures are raw and blood-drinking, ferocious and bloodthirsty, and look like demons. But to me, these creatures are loyal to me because of the power of their blood.

For thousands of years, they have lived in such a bad land as the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and they have to face life-and-death battles every day. There were originally seventy-two alien races, but now there are only thirty-seven races left, which has shrunk by half. This shows that the competition among them is cruel. Life is hard.

Therefore, Xu Zifan has only pity for these creatures, and as the supreme witchcraft inheritor of the Ancient Witch Clan, he can order all alien creatures, even if they all die, they will not hesitate at all. This is the Ancient Witch Clan A brand that is ingrained into the blood of the test subject.

The life and death of these creatures are controlled by themselves, or it can be said that in the eyes of these creatures, they are gods, supreme!

At this time, the strange creatures below knelt down and prayed with great sincerity, their faces full of excitement.

Xu Zifan's soul was condensed, and his soul was incredibly powerful. Although he couldn't understand the language, through the fluctuations of his soul, he understood what these creatures were saying at this time.

At this moment, all these strange creatures were chanting words such as "Welcome the Supreme Witch God to come to this world". They were extremely pious and knelt down crazily.

Looking at the countless strange creatures kneeling down below, Xu Zifan's eyes suddenly condensed, and two figures, one black and one white, came into his eyes.

The black figure's whole body is wrapped in a black robe, and even his face is shrouded in a black mist, making it difficult to see clearly. While the white figure is wearing heavy armor, its aura is very ethereal, like a burst of white smoke, which can appear at any time. They may be blown away by the mountain wind.

Although the two figures look very different, they have a similar aura, which is extremely strange and is the aura of witchcraft.

The reason why these two figures attracted Xu Zifan's attention was precisely because the aura emanating from them was extremely strange, especially the aura emanating from the white figure, which was cold and eerie and did not belong to a living person.

According to ancient legend, only the soul is immortal after old age and death. At the end of one life, the soul will leave the body and go to the next life. The cycle of reincarnation is endless. However, there are evil spirits in the world. They are caused by the three poisons of greed, anger and ignorance. Because of fear of evil and fear, they are attached to the earthly world, look back on their past lives, and do not want to be reborn. This is a Yin spirit.

In layman's terms, the so-called Yin spirits are ghosts in folklore. This is the first time Xu Zifan has seen such existence, so he is extremely curious. As for the fear of ghosts that ordinary people have, Xu Zifan certainly does not have it. The so-called monsters and monsters are just another kind of life form to him now, and he will not be afraid of them because of them.

This white figure is obviously not a human being, but belongs to the first class of Yin spirits. In addition to the eerie and cold aura unique to Yin spirits, the aura exuding from its body also contains strange fluctuations of witchcraft power.

In this regard, Xu Zifan thought about it for a moment and already knew the origins of these two people. They were the warriors Hei Mu and Hei Hu under the command of Empress Linglong of the ancient witch clan thousands of years ago.

In the original plot, although the two were brothers, they embarked on different paths due to different philosophies.

Black Wood seeks refuge in the Beast God, hoping to resurrect him and return to the world, but Black Tiger has been guarding the ancient cave of Zhenmo for thousands of years, firstly to prevent ignorant people from entering the cave and being poisoned by the Beast God, and secondly, to prevent the Beast God from being resurrected.

Xu Zifan also sincerely admires the persistence of these two people, especially Heihu, who is unwilling to die for the belief in his heart, even if he turns into a ghost.

At this time, when the two of them saw Xu Zifan looking towards them, they immediately raised their hands and saluted.

"Heimu, the ancient witch clan, pays homage to the witch god!

The black tiger of the ancient witch clan, pays homage to the witch god! "

The two of them knelt on the ground and chanted with their hands in hand. It could be heard from their voices that they were very excited at this moment.

The two of them were extremely happy to have the supreme god of the clan look at them. This was the highest honor.

Through the fluctuations in his soul, Xu Zifan knew that what the two said was not flattery, but true awe and piety.

This kind of awe and piety is towards the legendary shaman god, and also towards myself.

As for all the creatures here regarding themselves as witch gods, Xu Zifan thought for a moment and already knew the reason. It must be the pure witch power condensed by the blood curse of heaven and earth. As for the secrets of the ancient witch clan and the legend of the witch gods, he I also learned a little about it through the stone carvings behind the Inugami statue.

"The so-called witch god has witchcraft power as pure and as vast as the sea. He can subjugate the eight evil gods of the wilderness, subjugate the demons of the wilderness, and become the supreme god of the clan."

This is a brief record in the stone carvings. Although it is unclear, it allows Xu Zifan to guess the reason why he is regarded as a witch god by the creatures here.

Xu Zifan accepted this calmly. He had already regarded the many creatures in this world as his future wealth.

Let this beautiful mistake continue!

And with his current comprehensive strength, even if he is faced with a real witch god, he is not necessarily weaker than him. He can fully bear the title of witch god.

"Black Wood, Black Tiger, are they the warriors under Linglong a thousand years ago?"

Xu Zifan spoke in a calm voice. Although he was asking, his tone was extremely sure.

"The great wizard gods are my two brothers!"

Heimu spoke. Although Xu Zifan was just standing quietly in the void at this moment and did not take any action, he could feel that the witchcraft power in the opponent's body was powerful and pure. This was the first time he had ever seen it in his life. Even in terms of the purity of the witchcraft alone, even the original Linglong Empress , it can’t be compared. At that moment, I was even more horrified, and at the same time, I was even more in awe.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, thunder exploded in the distant sky. Visible to the naked eye, layers of ink-like dark clouds rolled and gathered at the end of the sky. Black lightning bolts struck the human earth as the wind roared. Indistinctly, there were formations of beasts. The roar came out, powerful and ferocious, shocking people's hearts. This scene seemed like a peerless demon that had been sleeping for thousands of years had awakened today, making everyone's expressions change.

"No, the devil is resurrected!"

Black Tiger exclaimed, his face changed drastically, and he looked towards the end of the sky, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing, and his white mist-like body began to tremble violently.

In that direction, he knew better than anyone else that it was the Ancient Demon-Suppressing Cave, where a peerless monster was sleeping.

At this time, the sky changes suddenly, and the endless demonic energy gathers. Obviously, there is a change in the ancient cave of Zhenmo, and the devil is resurrected.

"Roar!"

The black tiger looked up to the sky and roared, his face was ashen, his body turned into a ball of white mist, and he wanted to kill there at all costs.

Even if his persistence for thousands of years turns into a ghost, he will not hesitate. Even if a moth flies into the flame, he will not be afraid.

However, at this moment, Black Tiger's body suddenly stagnated and stopped in the air, unable to move.

At the same time, an extremely calm voice came, causing a glint of hope to shine in the depths of his eyes.

"If you are not his opponent, don't go!"

The person who spoke was none other than Xu Zifan. At this moment, he was standing in the air, with runes faintly visible in his eyes and purple divine light shining as he looked toward the end of the sky.

With his current magical power, his original heavenly eye is no longer what it used to be. Even if he is hundreds of miles apart, he can see clearly.

Under the rolling dark clouds, a black magic mountain stands. On one side of the magic mountain, there is an ancient cave. In the middle of the cave entrance, a stone statue faces the depths of the ancient cave, standing silently.

At this moment, next to the stone statue, a handsome man wrapped in bright silk emerged from the billowing black mist. He looked at the stone statue and remained silent for a long time. Behind him, the black mist rolled, the shadows swayed, the wind howled, and evil spirits appeared. Extremely different.

Xu Zifan knew that this evil man was the shadow that had been weighing on the hearts of all living beings in southern Xinjiang for thousands of years - the beast god. Unexpectedly, he was born in advance!

"Great Witch God, the devil in the cave has been born. I hope you will have mercy on the common people and kill the demons!"

Black Tiger begged, looking at Xu Zifan standing in the sky, his eyes full of hope. He understood that the devil was invincible, and now that the gods were here, it was the only hope to kill the devil.

However, at this moment, Heimu on the side retorted, saying: "Please tell me from the witch god. Although the person in the cave is a peerless demon, he has extenuating circumstances and is also a pitiful person. Thousands of years ago, he was the empress." wrong!"

Heimu looked at Xu Zifan at this moment, his tone was extremely firm, with thousands of years of persistence, and the perseverance in his heart, he did not think that he was wrong, it was Heihu who was wrong, and it was the empress who was wrong.

"Your Majesty, you are right, Heimu, you are so stubborn and stubborn. Even in the presence of the Witch God, you dare to say such arrogant things." Heihu roared loudly and looked at Heimu beside him angrily.

"You were wrong, Heihu, otherwise why did the empress leave him a chance to survive?" Heimu retorted again.

"I'm confused. In order to kill that devil, my queen ran out of gas and was unable to do anything. Instead of trying to keep him alive in the world!" Black Tiger shouted loudly with grief and anger.

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The two were brothers, but they had been arguing for thousands of years. At this moment, they were saying nothing to each other, not giving in to each other.

Xu Zifan admired the two people for being so persistent. It was not something he could do with just one word to resolve the knot between the two.

However, he had a better way, which was to take these two people to meet the beast god.

At that moment, Xu Zifan did not hesitate, the witch seal all over his body shone, and his whole body turned into a black wind, sweeping the two of them towards the direction of the Ancient Demon Suppressing Cave.

The Ancient Demon-Suppressing Cave is about a hundred miles away from here. Xu Zifan is using the black wind technique in witchcraft at this moment. He transforms into a black wind and carries the two of them. In just a short moment, he has passed seven Sinister Mountains, a bare black magic mountain appeared in front of you.

Under the black magic mountain, a man wrapped in bright silk suddenly raised his head, his evil eyes were extremely sharp, and he looked at Xu Zifan who was coming from the sky.