Above the ancient Yellow River, the leaden clouds were like a thick black curtain, hanging heavily, tightly covering the entire world, airtight. The air seemed to be kneaded and solidified by invisible hands, and it was as sticky as the asphalt that had not melted for thousands of years, making it extremely difficult to breathe every time. It seemed that a thousand-pound boulder was pressing on the chest, and it was so stuffy that it was almost suffocated. In the distance, the sound of the chain breaking was like thunder, and each sound carried the power of destroying the world, which made people's eardrums hurt, as if they would break at any time. At the same time, the land under the feet was also overwhelmed, like a panicked lamb, trembling slightly, as if afraid of the great disaster that was about to come. Lin Feng tightly grasped the Wuxiang Mirror. The dragon pattern carved on the mirror body emitted a faint golden light in the thick darkness, just like a candlelight swaying in the darkness, and it seemed to warn the owner of the approaching and unstoppable world-destroying crisis.

  Suddenly, the river surface was filled with raging waves without any warning, and the movement was like an underwater volcano erupting. A huge figure that covered the sky and the sun broke out of the water, and in an instant, the whole world seemed to be cast under a spell of immobilization, and everything was still. Jiuying, this legendary ancient beast, finally reappeared after countless years of slumber. It has a snake head and a dragon body, and its appearance is hideous and terrifying. Its nine heads are of different sizes, and each head has a twisted and deformed horn, as if it is an evil flower growing from the abyss of hell. Its scales are dark purple, revealing a mysterious and dangerous aura. The gaps between the scales constantly ooze out disgusting pus and blood. These pus and blood drip into the Yellow River, instantly dyeing the surging Yellow River water into a strange black, as if covering this mother river with a layer of death mourning. Jiuying opened its bloody mouth and let out a scream like a crying baby, but the voice did not have the innocence of a baby at all, but was filled with destructive malice. The sharp sound was like a sharp blade, piercing straight into people's internal organs, stirring up their entrails and making them want to vomit.

  "Hahaha! Lord Jiuying has finally awakened!" The fox demon leader stood on a towering altar, which was made of huge black stones and exuded a gloomy atmosphere. The fox demon leader was tightly wrapped with the "Jiuying Soul Banner", and the runes on the banner flashed with strange light. At this moment, it was so excited that it danced with joy and let out a sharp and piercing scream. The sound echoed in the world shrouded in darkness for a long time. On the altar, there were 100,000 dead souls kneeling densely, their faces were distorted, their eyes were empty, and their bodies were being pulled away by an invisible but powerful force. Wisps of black mist slowly floated out of their bodies, like a controlled puppet, rushing towards Jiuying, and continuously injected into Jiuying's huge body. These dead souls were either innocent civilians who were brutally massacred in Bianjing, or brave soldiers who died on the battlefield to protect their country. However, at this moment, their souls have become sacrifices to evil forces, and they are shouting and weeping silently in the darkness.

  After Jiuying woke up, it fully demonstrated its terrifying strength. Its nine heads began to spit out poisonous fire and floods crazily. One of the snake heads raised high, howled to the sky, and with a deafening roar, a blazing poisonous fire suddenly spurted out of its mouth. The poisonous fire was a strange dark green color, and everything was turned into nothingness wherever it went. Under the licking of the poisonous fire, the solid city was instantly reduced to a scorched earth. Under the high temperature, the bricks and stones quickly melted into glass, flowing on the ground, emitting a pungent smell. The other head was not to be outdone, and spurted out a raging flood. The flood was like a galloping army, carrying countless corpses that had no time to dodge, and instantly formed a huge wave as high as dozens of feet, sweeping towards the surrounding towns with an overwhelming momentum. At the same time, poisonous rain fell from the sky, like fine needle rain, ruthlessly corroding everything in the world. Under the erosion of the poisonous rain, the bricks and stones made a "sizzling" sound and gradually turned into powder; under the touch of the poisonous rain, the green trees lost their vitality in an instant, and their branches and leaves curled up into black charcoal, as if the life was instantly taken away by time.

  At this time, Lin Wanqiu was being hung high in the center of the altar by the Jin army sorcerer with a spell chain. The wound at the broken part of her dragon horn was still aching, and every heartbeat seemed to be pulling at the broken wound, bringing a piercing pain. Due to the long-term extraction of dragon blood, her body had long been weak, her skin was as pale as paper, but her eyes showed an unyielding determination. Watching Jiuying wreaking havoc in the world and countless lives being charred, a trace of determination flashed in her eyes, which was anger against evil and a struggle against fate. "Want to use me as a sacrifice? Dream on!" She clenched her teeth and suddenly bit her tongue, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth, spraying directly on the spell chain. The moment the blood came into contact with the spell, it seemed to trigger a fierce chemical reaction, emitting a dazzling red light, which seemed to be trying to break through the shackles of darkness. At the same time, a last ray of faint but unyielding green light burst out from the stump of her dragon horn, trying to break free from the talisman chains that bound her freedom.

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  Lin Feng witnessed all this from a distance, and was extremely anxious. His inner anxiety was like a blazing flame, almost swallowing him up. He raised the Wuxiang Mirror without hesitation, and the scenes in the mirror were rapidly changing like a revolving lantern, and each scene was flashing with mysterious light. Finally, in the interweaving of countless lights and shadows, the Wuxiang Mirror revealed Jiuying's fatal weakness: in the bronze coffin half suspended in the air in the Yellow River, a heart emitting a strange red light was beating violently, and the beating rhythm seemed to be a countdown to death, and this heart was the life gate of Jiuying. However, getting close to the bronze coffin was harder than climbing to the sky. Jiuying was surrounded by a double barrier formed by poisonous fire and flood. The poisonous fire was burning, the heat wave was rolling, the flood was surging, and the turbid waves were surging. If you get close, you will be swallowed up in an instant, and your body will be gone. The fox demon leader and a group of hideous and terrifying demons of different shapes stood by, their eyes full of greed and malice, ready to launch a fatal attack on any enemy that approached. There was also the Jin army's God-killing Crossbow, the huge crossbow loaded with sharp arrows, which still had Lin Wanqiu's dragon blood on them, flashing cold light in the darkness, carrying a deadly threat, ready to attack at any time.

  "Protect the lord! Kill the one holding the mirror!" The Jin army general was panicked when he saw Lin Feng's action, and roared loudly. With his order, dozens of God-killing crossbows were instantly fired at Lin Feng. The arrows cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, like black lightning, rushing towards Lin Feng. Lin Feng reacted quickly and dodged sideways. The Wuxiang Mirror flashed, like a meteor across the night sky, and bounced some of the arrows back. However, this action also completely exposed his position. For a moment, countless pairs of malicious eyes were locked on him.

  Seeing this, the fox demon leader sneered, and the smile was full of sarcasm and cruelty: "You've come just in time! Let you watch with your own eyes that your beloved becomes the sacrifice of Lord Jiuying!" It waved the Jiuying Soul Banner in its hand, and the runes on the banner shone brightly, summoning countless monsters to rush towards Lin Feng. These monsters have different shapes, some have bat wings and wolf fangs, and when they flap their wings, they bring up a fishy wind; some are covered with poisonous thorns, and the thorns flash with dark blue venom. Each one exudes a disgusting smell, as if it is an evil ghost crawling out of the abyss of hell.

  Lin Feng waved the weapon in his hand, and the weapon flew up and down in his hand, like a smart dragon, and started a fierce battle with the monsters. His left eye was completely shrouded in white mist because of the frequent use of the phaseless mirror, and his vision was blurred. The world in front of him seemed to be blocked by a thick layer of gauze, and everything became hazy and dangerous. But the belief in his heart became more and more firm, and that belief was like a lighthouse in the dark, illuminating his way forward. Every time he killed a monster, he silently calculated the distance from the bronze coffin in his heart, looking for an opportunity to approach the bronze coffin. At this time, Lin Wanqiu was fighting the last battle with the talisman chain. Her body was shaky due to excessive consumption, like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time. But her eyes were still as firm as iron. In that firm look, she was full of trust in Lin Feng and a desire for life.

  Jiuying seemed to sense the threat from Lin Feng. Three of its heads slowly turned towards Lin Feng, with fierce light flashing in its eyes. Then, the three heads simultaneously spewed out poisonous fire and flood water, which intertwined to form a powerful impact force, like a cannonball, whistling towards Lin Feng. The huge impact force instantly knocked Lin Feng to the ground, and his body drew an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground. His clothes were burned with holes by the poisonous fire, and wisps of green smoke came out of the holes. His skin also felt a tingling pain, as if it was pierced by countless steel needles at the same time. But he did not retreat at all. He gritted his teeth, supported himself with his hands, and climbed up with difficulty. He raised the Wuxiang Mirror again. The golden light in the mirror became more and more dazzling, like the rising sun, and the light pointed directly at Jiuying's heart, as if announcing his determination to this ancient beast.

  "Lin Wanqiu, hold on!" Lin Feng shouted loudly, his voice full of anxiety and determination, and the voice echoed in the world full of destructive atmosphere for a long time. He knew that this battle was not only about the life and death of the two of them, but also about the fate of all people in the world. In this life-and-death contest with Jiuying, the two of them were like a drop in the ocean, but the courage and strength they contained were enough to shake the world. On the altar, blood flowed from the corners of Lin Wanqiu's mouth, but she showed a smile, which was full of trust in Lin Feng and hope for the future. She knew that Lin Feng would definitely find a way to break this crisis and save this world that has fallen into darkness.

  Above the Yellow River, Jiuying's roar resonated with the heaven and earth, and poisonous fire and floods intertwined into a sea of ??destruction, as if dragging the entire world into an endless abyss.