Chapter 912: Old Fang Xiu

"Master Fang Xiu, the old witch doesn't care about the Xuanming Realm at all. She must have been a big shot in her previous life. What she cares about most now is to recover her memories, so her goals are not in conflict with Kimel's. After the matter is accomplished, Kimel will obtain the Xuanming Realm, and the old witch will also obtain the reincarnation crystal she wants."

"Reincarnation crystal?"

The Shadow Angel nodded vigorously: "The reincarnation crystal is the law crystal that was formed after the six reincarnations in the underworld were broken. It contains the law of reincarnation. Kimel was lucky enough to pick up a piece of reincarnation crystal, but he doesn't understand the law of reincarnation, and his memory has been restored, so the reincarnation crystal is of no help to him.

The old witch seems to control part of the reincarnation authority. She wants to use the reincarnation crystal to recover her memories of her previous life, so she agreed to help Kimel."

Hearing this, Fang Xiu's heart moved. The reincarnation crystal was actually formed after the six reincarnations were broken. Wouldn't it be used to repair the broken reincarnation land? Even reshape the six reincarnations?

He had been thinking about rebuilding the six reincarnations in the kingdom of God, and now he was determined to get the reincarnation crystal.

"Where is the aging witch?" Fang Xiu asked. He planned to leave immediately and not give the aging witch a chance to refine the reincarnation crystal.

"Master Fang Xiu, I'll show you the way."

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In a remote wooden house in a corner of the Demon Realm.

A woman with a graceful figure, brown curly hair, and a wide black robe was making some mysterious potion. The wooden house was filled with bottles and jars, including the eyeballs of demons soaked in green water, the teeth of some unknown creatures in jars, and the souls compressed into little people in transparent bottles. They were all strange, but equally terrifying and gloomy.

This person was the aging witch.

On her left side, there was a crystal mirror made of white bones, reflecting her angelic face, which was as beautiful as Medusa. Her long hair, like a dark cloud, was reflected on her forehead, like the dusk, covering the sunset in the west.

Her hair was very thick, as rough as horse mane, but with the chaos and tenderness of a child, curling around her small ears. She had a pair of antelope-like brown eyes with long tendon hairs, and a teardrop mole at the corner of her eye, which was not a flaw, but more like an embellishment, adding a bit of charm.

However, when she turned around to get the potion, her right face was inevitably exposed in the mirror. The strange thing was that her right face was covered with half a silver mask, which covered her right face tightly without leaving any gaps.

She dropped the mysterious green potion in her hand on an irregular prismatic crystal in the jar, sizzling...

The crystal seemed to be corroded, and just had a tendency to dissolve, but the next second, boom!

The mysterious and obscure light of reincarnation suddenly burst out from the crystal. The powerful explosion force directly blew up the cabin, and even the aging witch was blown away.

"Ahem..." The aging witch coughed twice, with an unhappy look on her face: "I didn't expect the reincarnation law in the East to be so profound. This analysis failed again. Alas, I don't know when I can successfully analyze it and restore my memory."

She dragged her tired steps and walked towards the ruins of the cabin step by step, intending to pick up the reincarnation crystal and start again. She didn't know how many times she had failed like this.

Because of the explosion, the silver mask on her right face had long disappeared, revealing her true face.

That half of the right face was enough to break all the beautiful fantasies brought by the left face. What a gloomy and terrifying face it was, with rotten flesh on the face, and the skin was charred as if it was burned by fire first and then torn apart with a knife.

The bones were exposed, and the eyeballs were bulging, as if they would fall out of the eye sockets in the next second.

Just as she was about to walk to the cabin, suddenly, whoosh!

A spatial fluctuation emerged, and a scarlet figure appeared like lightning, picked up the irregular crystal in the ruins of the cabin, and then disappeared immediately.

Faced with such a shocking change, the first reaction of the aging witch was not to snatch the irregular crystal, but to subconsciously cover her right face.

When she covered her right face, the scarlet figure had already disappeared on the spot.

In the void, Fang Xiu looked at the irregular crystal in his hand, feeling the majestic power of reincarnation contained in it, and knew that he had found the right thing.

Just as he was about to shuttle through the void to leave this place, he suddenly found that his body actually felt weak, and his vitality disappeared rapidly. He could even feel that his body was rapidly aging, and his originally upright figure became hunched, and wrinkles crawled on his fair skin.

His deep eyes also became turbid and unclear, and his muscles began to atrophy.

Plop!

His figure swayed, and he fell directly from the void.

Outside, the aging witch looked at the old Fang Xiu indifferently, without saying a word, and a forbidden and ominous ray burst out from her palm.

Whoosh!

Fang Xiu was hit by the ray, but a look of suspicion flashed in the eyes of the aging witch.

Fang Xiu, who was hit, slowly disintegrated and finally disappeared completely.

"Afterimage? This is impossible. You were hit by the power of aging, but you can still burst out such a powerful speed?" The aging witch said in shock.

This was the first time she saw a dying old man running out of afterimage.

Suddenly, the old Fang Xiu appeared in front of her. Even though he was about to die, his turbid eyes still revealed a strange calmness, as if he could see through the calmness of people's hearts.

"You set up a magic array around here?"

"Yes, I did set up a magic array." The aging witch admitted openly. She seemed to be full of confidence and never worried that she would lose. This confidence seemed to be innate and had been with her since birth.

She stared at Fang Xiu closely, and after a moment, a hint of surprise appeared in her eyes: "The power of time! No wonder you can still be so fast after aging. It turns out to be the power of time. Who are you? Eastern God who can master the power of time, report your name!"

Fang Xiu ignored it, but casually looked at his old, wrinkled hands, and examined: "The superposition of the law of death and the law of time, no wonder you can age the gods."

At this moment, he also understood why Kimir was unwilling to provoke the aging witch after the breakthrough. It turned out that the other party not only mastered the power of two laws, but could even merge the two laws together to form a new law of aging.

This is no longer something that ordinary demon gods can do.

The aging witch suddenly changed color. She didn't expect that Fang Xiu could see through the essence of aging at just one glance.

Her power of aging is the combined application of death and time. Aging is the process of gradually approaching death. Although gods will not grow old, under the erosion of the power of death and the acceleration of the power of time, even gods will inevitably fall into aging.