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Moreover, the Kunlun Mirror was also in his possession, but it had been accidentally destroyed by the Revolving Star Passage Technique. Fuxi's zither automatically recognized Yao'er as its master, and the Pangu Axe, which he had lost in the Great War of Gods and Demons, appeared in the hands of that mysterious and powerful 'Slaughterer'. All that remained of the ancient divine artifacts that had never appeared in this world was the Nuwa Stone that could bring the dead back to life, the Eastern Emperor Bell that had been lost in the war between the gods and demons, and the Clear Sky Tower that could absorb stars for the moon.

However, he had no interest in thinking about these things anymore. He slowly walked up to Bai Qi and extended his right hand. "Since you've lost, leave it to me, the Nuwa Stone."

To his surprise, Bai Qi did not lure him to the location of the Nuwa Stone as he had expected. It was as if he did not hear what Feng Xiao was saying, he stared at him with a lifeless gaze for a while before speaking slowly, "Do you know where the Eastern Emperor Bell is?"

"The Eastern Emperor Bell is said to be the most powerful among the ten greatest divine artifacts in the ancient Eastern Lands. It is said to be capable of allowing one to travel between the mortal world and the Heaven Realm. It is also known as the gate to the Heaven Realm." Feng Xiao replied.

"Gate of the Heaven Realm …" Bai Qi slowly shook his head, his face revealing an obvious dejection. "There is no need for the Eastern Emperor Bell to go to the Heaven Realm. If the Eastern Emperor Bell could only be used as a door to the Heaven Realm, how would it be worthy to be the head of the ten divine artifacts? "

"You're right." Feng Xiao nodded, "It must have a great power that no one knows about. Perhaps, its strength was beyond the scope of human imagination, so it was unknown. At least … It must be stronger than Xuanyuan. "

"That's right. Although it is ranked among the ten great ancient divine tools like the other nine saint artifacts, its grade far surpasses those of the nine saint artifacts."

"Super Saint?" Feng Xiao frowned.

"No!" Bai Qi shook his head and said calmly and coldly, "It is above the transcendent saint level — Heavenly Saint level!"

"Heavenly Saint Level?" Feng Xiao was a little absent-minded, this was a term he had never heard before, but he could not understand what kind of power it represented. Perhaps, this sort of strength could only be comprehended by the Eastern Emperor Bell itself.

"Why are you telling me this?"

The God of Slaughter was cold and merciless. He spoke very little and would never speak a single word of nonsense. He must have his reasons for bringing up the Eastern Emperor Bell on his own accord.

What caused Feng Xiao to be stunned was that the Bai Qi who did not have the slightest fluctuation of emotion, actually had an unwilling and bitter expression on his face. He looked up at the sky, as if he wanted to see the world a little more.

"I hope that one day, you will be able to subdue the Eastern Emperor Bell."

Feng Xiao: "..."

"The Eastern Emperor Bell is too powerful …" "From his expression, Feng Xiao knows that he has already experienced the might of the Eastern Emperor Bell and has left an unerasable memory in his mind." Since the appearance of the Eastern Emperor Bell, there had never been a master. Because no one is strong enough to be its master. "

"Which day do you hope for me to find the Eastern Emperor Bell and be strong enough to force it to recognize me as its master?" Feng Xiao said,

"Maybe only you can do it."

Feng Xiao froze.

Chen Xiaolian could not understand why Bai Qi would say those words. And what reason did he have to believe that he could be so strong that the Eastern Emperor Bell could recognize him as its master?

"I also hope that this day will come." Feng Xiao revealed an indifferent smile, but he had a faint trace of hope in his heart.

Xiao Bai nodded his head and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

It had been countless years since he last laughed. His smile was a little stiff, but this cold-blooded God of Slaughter was indeed smiling. It was a smile of relief, as though the shackles that had bound him for countless years had completely dissipated.

"I've been tired for so many years. After so many years of waiting and suffering, I've finally found you. I have finally been defeated by a human, and it was a complete defeat. My life's wish has been fulfilled, and I can finally let go of this shackle-like mission. "

Bai Qi's words caused Feng Xiao to be inwardly shocked, because the killing intent in his voice was clear.

"You want to die?"

"Many years ago, I deserved to die. But now, fate has made me beg for death and endure suffering for a thousand years." Bai Qi said in a lonely voice.

Feng Xiao took a deep breath, but did not try to comfort him. For someone like Bai Qi, who had nothing to live for, who would only suffer, death was not only not scary, but also a type of release. But...

"You haven't given me the Nuwa Stone yet!"

Bai Qi raised the sword in his hand. "If I die, you'll naturally be able to acquire the Nuwa Stone."

"What?" Feng Xiao was shocked.

"Big Brother Feng, he didn't lie to you."

Xuanyuan Wan'er's voice rang out in Feng Xiao's sea of consciousness as she explained to him slowly, "A powerful and bizarre force forced the Nuwa Stone onto Bai Qi. Unless Bai Qi died, the stone would not be able to escape from my grasp. Furthermore, Bai Qi's consciousness had been struck by an extremely strong soul force, implying that before he was defeated, he would not even be able to commit suicide. "

Unexpectedly... So it was like this!

Such strength, such tough methods, such meticulous thoughts! Someone who could control Bai Qi's fate … Could it be her?!

Sighing lightly, Feng Xiao turned around.

God of Slaughter. This was a name that was extremely powerful and resplendent in the eyes of the common people. It carried an extremely shocking power with it. However, who would truly know his lonely and desolate life and the fate that was beyond their control?

A light sound came from behind him, followed by the sound of objects dissipating into the air. It was as if an incomparably hard stone statue had been blown away by the wind and turned into dust.

That was the power that the person who controlled Bai Qi's fate had planted in his body. After he was defeated, he finally had the ability to commit suicide. As long as he activated that power, he could silently dissipate without any pain, not leaving a single trace of his existence.

Just like that, a God of Slaughter perished. Although he died more than two thousand years later than people knew. But if he had to choose again, he might as well have ended his life two thousand years ago.

His appearance had fulfilled his long-cherished wish of being defeated by humans, and it had also freed him. He had defeated him with his own strength, which was much more satisfying than killing him with just one move of the "Myriad Tribulations". It also made him more confident in his own abilities. With the complete power of Asura, his current strength was enough to easily defeat a supergod.

Before long, Feng Xiao would know that he had made the right decision by not using the "Ten Thousand Tribulations".

When he turned around, there was no longer Bai Qi left. The place where he had been standing was a seven-colored stone that was the size of a fist.

Feng Xiao carefully picked it up, and stared at it in a daze. After that, he firmly hugged it in his bosom as tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop it.

It was the second time he had cried since he had grown up. The first time … His Yao'er left him. And this time … He held the Nuwa Stone in his arms, and all of his grief and longing seemed to have found an outlet. As his tears flowed, they seemed to be unable to stop.

A pair of jade-like hands pressed against his face, gently wiping away his tears.

"Big brother, why are you crying … "Gaia, it's so sad."

Her pair of starry eyes sparkled with water. Her beauty was enough to make people feel pity for her.

"Because... I'm so happy. I thought I'd lost her forever. Heartbreak. Dead. But now, I can finally bring her back … "I can finally …"

"Hahahaha!" You little rascal … Ha ha-ha ha, I think I saw something I shouldn't have! "

Feng Xiao flashed like lightning, and at the same time, immediately placed the Nuwa Stone into the bottle, as his eyes quickly scanned his surroundings, searching for the source of the voice.

"Who are you!" he asked in a low voice. He, who had lost control of his emotions a few seconds ago, now had a calm and gloomy expression on his face. What suddenly rang out was an old and dignified voice that did not have any hostility to it. Moreover, it gave him a familiar feeling. But he did not dare to let his guard down. The Asura Demon God Sword was already in his hand.

"Hehe, Feng Hun, do you really not remember my voice?"

Feng Xiao was still frowning, he was sure that he had heard this voice before. There were very few people who could call him Feng Hun with such an imposing manner, but he was still unable to recall it at the moment.

"Ding!" Your mount, the 'Violet Cloud Winged Tiger', has requested to be separated from the space within your mount, do you wish to grant its permission? "

The sound of the notification startled Feng Xiao, but his expression suddenly changed as he cried out: "You're a White Tiger!"

The awe-inspiring Little White appeared beside Feng Xiao. It roared at the sky, causing the air to tremble slightly.

The disappearance of the Thunder God's forbidden area also meant that the White Tiger was dead, so he did not place the owner of the voice into his thoughts. However, Lil 'White's reaction made him realize. The only thing that could cause Whitey to have such a reaction was naturally the White Tiger that saved its life when it was born.

"You're not dead?" Feng Xiao glanced at the sky, wondering why the White Tiger did not show itself, and why it appeared here.

"No …" I'm already dead. "

Lil 'White let out a sob like growl, sensing its sorrowful emotions, Feng Xiao gently patted its tiger back, comforting it. In the entire Sky Dragon Continent, besides himself, Little White also had deep feelings for the White Tiger. It was a kind of semi-kinship similar to a foster father and his adopted son.

Those with extremely strong soul force could use certain special abilities to temporarily retain souls after destruction. For example, Ao Feng, who entrusted his soul to the will of heaven after death, or Roga, who fused his soul into an Asura weapon and obtained a half-reborn soul. Thus, he wasn't too shocked about the White Tiger's soul surviving.

"Who killed you? "Who was it that actually had the power to kill you?"

The White Tiger, one of the Four Sacred Beasts of the Heavenly Dragon Continent, had the strength of a Saint rank. Defeating it was impossible, not to mention killing it.

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