The soul lock seals, the Guixu locks the world, and even the spatial dimension is frozen!
Time: No movement.
Space: cut off.
The trajectory of fate was forcibly broken!
"This is impossible! You're only five years old!! You can't possibly…"
Su Wentian raised his hand, and the fox tails turned into soul ropes, wandering in the soul formation and tightly wrapping around the soul of the Soul-Splitting Evil Lord.
He clenched his hand and there was a "crack" sound like glass breaking.
Bang!
The soul of the Soul-Splitting Evil Lord exploded and turned into three thousand pieces of broken soul and residual consciousness. It wailed and rolled in the soul formation, like a fish in a sea of blood, and was constantly tortured and bitten.
Su Wentian walked to the center of the soul formation, flipped his hand, and a small fire unicorn emerged from the spirit stone wristband. It was the size of a palm, had a furry fire tail, and stuck out its tongue.
He blinked, gathered the three thousand soul fragments into a ball, and condensed it into a soul candy that shone like candy.
"The seventh one, done."
He casually threw the soul candy to Huo Qilin: "I'll give it to you as a snack. Don't say that brother doesn't love you."
The Fire Kirin roared with joy, jumped up to catch it, and chewed it in big mouthfuls, and the flames became even more intense.
Su Wentian turned around and walked out of the shattered Soul-Splitting Valley. His purple eyes looked at the deeper Demonic Realm, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"You demons, each one is worse than the other..." He paused and said disappointedly, "You can't stand a beating."
…
Before reaching the depths of the Demon Realm, you need to cross a scorching wasteland.
The sky was as red as blood, and a strong wind swept across the sky and earth with rolling sand and dust. The scorching sun never set, as if it had been burning for thousands of years and had never been extinguished.
This world has no greenery, no vitality, only endless red sand, broken bones, withered flags and buried blood of gods.
According to legend, five true gods once perished here.
They died at the hands of the same demon: Yasha the Arasage, the king of divine hunters who specialized in hunting gods.
At this moment, on the top of the sand dune, a small figure was sitting cross-legged in the golden fox shadow, and the snow-white fox ears moved, as if waiting for something.
His purple eyes were like mirrors, his nine tails stretched out behind him, and his spiritual power lingered, condensed but not released.
"Coming soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ground in front of him began to collapse, the wind suddenly stopped, the sky and the earth seemed to be torn apart by something, and a huge shadow stepped out in the sandstorm!
Boom!!
The red-gold boots crushed the earth. A huge figure was wearing armor made of wild bones. He was three meters tall, with muscles like rocks. He carried three ancient halberds on his left shoulders and wore a bone-embedded battle mirror in his right eye. The whole person looked like a god and demon killer who walked out of the ancient blood hunting ground.
Every step he took was like the beating of a war drum, shaking the heaven and earth.
"You ignorant boy, tell me your name." The Arashi Yaksha said in a deep voice, roaring like a landslide.
"Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox, Su Wentian."
He looked down at Su Wentian, his dark pupils burning with murderous intent and the eternal desire to hunt.
"A mere nine-tailed fox dares to come here and act so presumptuously. I once hunted down four gods and one Buddha."
"Today, it's your turn."
Su Wentian did not move. Instead, he sat with his knees hugged. His short calves swayed back and forth, making him look like he was basking in the sun.
"You hunt gods, and I kill demons." He tilted his head and smiled, his smile absurdly sweet: "We have similar interests."
"but……"
He suddenly paused, and a hint of extremely cold mockery appeared in the depths of his purple eyes.
"Can you touch me?"
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