Ye Zhiqiu stood in front of Linglong Niangniang and was silent for a long time.

His spirit body was in the Zhuxian Sword, and some mysterious changes had taken place, and these changes were so mysterious that he was a little addicted to them.

Good luck.

What he felt from Linglong Niangniang should be the power of creation.

The power of creation is extremely peculiar, it can give life to people, it can also take people's lives, it can ignite the stubborn stone, so that the stubborn stone becomes a living creature, and it can also take away the longevity of the gods silently.

Even, this power can create things out of nothingness.

The beast god was originally lifeless, but some breath between heaven and earth, which was ignited by Linglong Niangniang, not only had life, but also because of the attributes of the eternal existence between heaven and earth, it was almost immortal, which gave Linglong Niangniang the idea of sealing the beast god.

Ye Zhiqiu came to see Linglong Niangniang this time, in fact, he also wanted to see this magical power.

The emperor lives up to his wishes.

He realized here, and he really realized one or two.

"The body of my sword is probably the hardest material in the world. ”

Ye Zhiqiu felt his own body, his spirit body pointed out a little power of creation, under this power, the hard body faintly had the potential to melt, as if it was going to go in the direction of human flesh and blood according to Ye Zhiqiu's intentions.

Ye Zhiqiu thought about it, and still suspended this kind of self-destruction, especially under such conditions.

Xuanqi's power seems to bring about changes inside his body, but as a magic weapon, if he loses his hard body but flesh and blood, it will be difficult to fight in the future.

If he wants to balance the perfect body with the power of creation, he has to think carefully.

"Dust to dust, dust to earth, the obsession of the beast god is too great, I will uphold your idea and let him be reincarnated, instead of letting him be destroyed. ”

Ye Zhiqiu spoke to Linglong Niangniang.

He felt that such words seemed to be a bit hypocritical, the obsession of the beast god was too big, and this sentence was really hypocritical, but he couldn't let the beast god resurrect that was inevitable, because the resurrection of the beast god would definitely destroy the world, whether it was Incense Valley or Qingyunmen, whether it was an ordinary person or a cultivator, the beast god would kill.

Ye Zhiqiu wouldn't see that he would wait for the enemy to become strong before fighting the enemy, isn't that stupid?

But this time, he inherited the love of Linglong Niangniang, so naturally he would not destroy the beast god, just let him die and be reincarnated.

Ye Zhiqiu turned around and walked towards the cave.

The yin spirit over there watched Ye Zhiqiu walk in, his thoughts fluttered, and finally turned into a sigh.

The ancient cave of demon suppression is still pitch black, but it is not narrow, the ancient cave is getting wider and wider, but the darkness around it is also getting deeper and deeper.

The wind roared, right in front of him.

A little ghostly light lit up in front of Ye Zhiqiu, although the light was so dim, it was particularly eye-catching in this pitch darkness.

The ghostly light flickered softly in the darkness, flickering and flickering, like a summoning, like a temptation, like a longing, like a mockery......

On the uneven ground, rotten white bones fell everywhere, both human and beastly. The huge cave walls and hard rocks, under the light of the ghost, showed countless dense and criss-crossing cracks, as if they had been torn apart by life, which was shocking.

In the darkness, a voice, in the deepest part of that ghostly light, echoed softly with an icy chill.

"You...... Who is it?"

The coda is long, reverberating between the walls of this ancient cave.

Immediately, many tentacles swept in.

Ye Zhiqiu was unmoved, but just sacrificed the Xuanhuo Jian, and the Xuanhuo Jian was above his head, hanging down the Dao Flame, burning those tentacles to ashes.

Ye Zhiqiu's gaze looked ahead.

On the ground, there were many huge bones, and most of them were intact, and there were as many as thirteen under the count.

These thirteen skeletons of different shapes exuding a soaring demonic aura were circled in a circle at different distances, all of them inside and out, as if they were guarding something. In the hollow eyes of Hessesen, there seemed to be a cold gaze.

As Ye Zhiqiu's figure suddenly appeared, he began to approach this strange circle, and suddenly, there was a tooth-sour sound in the cold wind, and on top of these white bones, the heads of several bodies actually began to turn, slowly turned around, and looked in the direction of Ye Zhiqiu.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't care, but looked at the middle of the circle surrounded by thirteen white bones.

A life-size white skeleton, lying quietly on a white jade platform only three inches high, unlike the skeletons around it, this humanoid skeleton is still covered with silk, and I don't know how many years have passed, under the ghostly light, the color of the silk is still extremely bright.

And all the light and gloom around here, even the whistling yin wind, all emanated from this white bone.

The light flowed, the strange light was short and short, and in the dark, there seemed to be a pair of eyes looking at Ye Zhiqiu.

"It's amazing that you've been beaten like this, and you're not dead yet. ”

Ye Zhiqiu stared at the life-size white bone, on his white bone, there were five fractures very clearly, namely in his right hand, left ankle, laryngeal bone, skull, and his entire spine was gone.

At this moment, reflecting the light emitted by the bones, there was a white bead on his right hand, a jade dish on his left ankle, and a ring on the place where his throat was broken.

These three things are the holy relics of the other three clans, and the holy relics originally came from the bones of the beast god, and now they have all returned.

There are still two things left, and this white bone is complete.

Those two things were the Miao holy relic, the black rod, and the Li holy relic, the bone jade, that Ye Zhiqiu had seen, but the bone jade had been turned into ashes by Ye Zhiqiu.

But Rao is like this, there are three holy relics, this beast god already has spiritual sense, and also has a lot of magical powers.

"Three holy relics are in place, you can already do this, if there are five relics, the power of creation will make you reborn, so you better go. ”

Ye Zhiqiu urged the Eight Desolate Fire Dragons to come, and the thirteen fierce beast corpses guarding the beast god were burned in an instant, they were not opponents at all in front of the Xuanhuo Jian of the Ten Thousand Fire Essence, even if they were not opponents in their lifetime, and even more so after their deaths.

"You're pushing me. ”

The yin wind gusted, and wisps of ghostly fire rose up in the white bones of the beast god, probably because the beast god didn't expect that such a terrifying existence would come to the place where it was suppressed, and it also began to fight hard.

Regardless of the fact that the remaining two holy relics had not returned, the entire corpse of the beast god began to condense, as if it had changed from an adult to a child, and in the blink of an eye, the entire white bone of the Kung Fu Beast God was reduced by half, and a complete white bone framework appeared.

At that moment, the sound of a heartbeat came from the void, full of new vitality, and the surroundings were still pitch black, but the sound of a magical heartbeat gradually amplified, and slowly, the sound of gurgling water began to flow.

No, it's not the sound of water, it's the rushing veins, roaring out of the heart, dancing wildly in the dark.

Ye Zhiqiu thought, the power of creation surged at the tip of his sword, it was a great destruction, a great destruction, and the destruction of all vitality.

The power of creation is not only creation, but also transformation, which is destruction.

The rumbling sound of heartbeat, the sound of rushing blood, came to an abrupt end.

Only the unimaginable sound of despair wafted through the void. "Linglong, you still have a back hand!"

Immediately, there was no sound in the field.