Fast time travel: The host takes his life and frantically teases and criticizes the villain

The process of being ejected from the mystical bone realm was very long, but in fact it only took one breath.

It is still at the previous entrance to the secret realm.

A few birds chirped across the quiet mountain forest.

Cheng Yan didn't know what Ling Jiuxuan was going to do, the last look gave him the feeling that a marionette had lost control, and became a soulless body in an instant.

"Blackening value 50%."

"Blackening value 40%."

"..."

"Blackening value 0%."

Just as 009 was about to remind the host, he saw the natal sword condensed in the host's hand, slashing towards the entrance of the secret realm.

Cheng Yan's palms holding the sword hilt were sweating constantly, his knuckles turned white, and the surging sword intent slashed towards the enchantment of the secret realm, but nothing happened.

Looking at the intact barrier, Cheng Yan breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes were firm, and he straightened up and closed his eyes slightly.

The aura around him spread out like a big net, and it was presented in Cheng Yan's mind in detail, allowing him to manipulate his will.

He raised the sword again, attracting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the sword intent spread to the entire mountain forest, and the trembling frequency of rocks, soil and trees continued to accelerate.

When the sword was struck down, the sword intent was like a giant thrown into the sea, and the ripples were multiplied and spread.

The world was silent for a moment.

People in the city in the distance raised their heads and looked in the same direction, and the bustling restaurant fell silent for a moment.

Xie Yinchen and the others put down the teacup, raised their eyes and looked into the distance, "What a terrifying sword intent."

At the same time, the secluded ancestors of the Su family, Ling family, Cheng family and other aristocratic families suddenly opened their eyes, and their usually dry eyes were tinged with shock.

Such an astonishing sword intent only appeared 500 years ago.

Back then, that man beheaded two monks at the late fusion stage with unparalleled sword intent, and retreated under the siege of Su and Ling's old guys from the catastrophe period. Shocked the world of cultivating immortals.

This sword intent is completely different from that person's, and is it a genius born out of nowhere?

At this time, a crack was finally torn open in the enchantment of the secret realm, and Cheng Yan quickly retracted his sword and ran in.

As soon as he entered, a wave of heat hit his face, and the scorching heat blurred Cheng Yan's vision. In the flames, the strange smell of scorched meat rose to the sky.

Cheng Yan frowned, and the stone in his heart pressed down even harder.

Ling Jiuxuan's aura was everywhere, and his Prison Zhaohuo eroded the entire secret realm. Cheng Yan searched everywhere, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Prison Zhaohuo is worthy of being the best kind of fire in the cultivation world. Cheng Yan tried his best to control the fire element, but he couldn't completely stop it.

009 couldn't provide Ling Jiuxuan's location, and with the flames everywhere, Cheng Yan couldn't feel his position.

He searched everywhere, and with the increasingly riotous fire-type spiritual power, the secret realm began to shake and vibrate, and it would not be long before it collapsed.

Together with Ling Jiuxuan.

"Ling Jiuxuan!"

"Ling Jiuxuan!"

"..."

Cheng Yan stood in the firelight and screamed hoarsely.

The fire-type aura controlled by sound can travel far and far, but there has never been an echo.

This place has become Ling Jiuxuan's territory, his existence can be easily perceived by him, and similarly, it is easy to avoid him.

Cheng Yan kept running, for fear of missing a corner, let alone confronting the flames, for fear of hurting Ling Jiuxuan.

After an unknown amount of time, Cheng Yan stepped on a hard object and looked down. It was a wooden figurine that had been burned so black that its original appearance could not be seen.

Cheng Yan picked it up and looked up, his dry eyes suddenly turned red.

The flames burned the vegetation, bones, and carrion into ashes, and the ashes floated in the air due to the heat wave, forming a black mass, blurring the vision even more.

There was a bed of fire, on which a dark red figure lay quietly with eyes closed, the flames were scorching, revealing a bit of peace.

The flames kept jumping on his body, trying to destroy the master's body defense.

He is setting himself on fire.

The wooden figurine suddenly fell to the ground.

Cheng Yan looked at that figure, as if his whole body was frozen. He couldn't describe this scene, let alone how he felt when he saw this scene.

Before the tears fell, they were evaporated dry by the high temperature.

There are many ways for a person to die, for example, to train a killer by himself and set a unique task for him.

For example, dissipate the spiritual power, seal the soul, and burn the body with the flame of life.

His Ling Jiuxuan, let go of everything, including hatred, longing, Dao, and life.

Cheng Yan raised his foot and walked towards him with difficulty, every step was extremely stiff, as if his soul had left his body, and he also became a marionette.

After a few steps, he soon arrived in front of Ling Jiuxuan.

The flame on Ling Jiuxuan's body was the strongest, and Cheng Yan felt like he was going to be roasted just by getting close.

I don't know how long it took to burn, but Ling Jiuxuan's body was not damaged yet, but Cheng Yan was burned as soon as his hand touched his face.

Other flames can resist, except his body.

Cheng Yan's hand was quickly burned red, and the intense pain continuously spread into his body.

He patted Ling Jiuxuan's face lightly, his voice trembling almost out of tune, "Ling Jiuxuan?"

"I know you are still conscious, wake me up quickly."

"Your flames are scalding to death. If you want to eat barbecue, go out and I will roast it for you. You can have as much as you want."

"If I die with you in a while, don't scold me for disturbing your peace."

"..."

"Are you really willing?"

"..."

?

The consciousness that was constantly falling into the dark vortex became calmer.

Ling Jiuxuan could no longer concentrate his thoughts, his world seemed light and empty.

Gradually embrace death.

Suddenly, something broke into his world, forcefully interrupting the coming of death, and kept approaching the center of the world.

The small voices in his ears continued to expand and draw closer, making him unable to completely close his consciousness because of the noise.

'Ling Jiuxuan... Ling Jiuxuan...'

At first, the voice just kept repeating a name.

Then came more words that had nothing to do with him.

'Why do you do this to yourself? '

'The small wooden sculpture that accompanied you since childhood is also discarded, do you want to obliterate all your existence? '

'Do you live only for hatred? '

'...'

'Is nothing left of you, like last time? '

'You always walk so smartly. '

'I will be distressed. '

'...'

"Are you willing, willing to give up the cultivation that you have worked hard for more than 500 years, the life you cherish, the way you have learned, and your life as Ling Jiuxuan..."

'...are you willing to give up on me? '

Has nothing to do with him?

The scattered memories suddenly came back a little bit.

It seems that every word and every word is him, but it seems that it is not.

Who is talking and why is it so painful?

Will anyone suffer because of him?

……

Ling Jiuxuan suddenly opened his eyes.

He sat in mid-air, with fire in front of his eyes, and the spiritual power of the fire element poured into his dantian continuously, and the dantian that was originally empty began to fill up again.

In the firelight, the familiar face on the opposite side is illusory yet real.

The man's eyebrows were slightly frowned, his lips were slightly pursed, and the surrounding spiritual power was continuously injected into his body, and his serious appearance was rarely seen.

It wasn't the first time he observed this person on this face, but it was the first time he felt distressed.

This face and that voice kept overlapping, they were still the same body, but their souls were completely different.

Since the night of the full moon a month ago, everything has changed.

After a long time, all the spiritual power of the fire element returned to Ling Jiuxuan's body, Cheng Yan opened his eyes, and saw the other party staring at him in a daze, the tip of his nose was sour, and his eye sockets were quietly red again.

But the corners of her lips curled up uncontrollably, "I thought it was so powerful, but I pulled it back."

A bunch of questions piled up in Ling Jiuxuan's heart, and just as he was about to speak, a lollipop was stuffed into his mouth.

"If you have time to speak, take back your flame first."

Ling Jiuxuan subconsciously licked the candy in his mouth, it was very sweet.

For the first time, he felt alive.