Assisting the male protagonist to become a god: The first spiritualist

When the Red Lion King's claw fell, the hearts of the audience in the stands all jumped into their throats. Some female monks couldn't bear to watch it and screamed and covered their eyes.

But at this critical moment, the image of Yan Su suddenly disappeared.

"What's going on?!" Feng Yunqing asked immediately.

Not only him, but all the audience in the stands asked the question aloud, and turned their heads to the leader of Duxian Pavilion.

"It should be this disciple who crushed the token..." The voice of the Pavilion Master of Duxian Pavilion was complicated. "I have engraved the recording array and the transmission seal on the token. Once the disciple crushes the token, he will be teleported out of the secret realm, and the recording will disappear at the same time."

When the audience in the stands heard what the leader of the Duxian Pavilion said, they immediately became excited and craned their necks to look at the competition stage.

"So, he was teleported out?! Where's that person?!"

"Yeah, why is the competition stage empty? Shouldn't we be teleported out immediately after crushing the token?"

"Do we have to wait a while before we can be transmitted?"

"Wow, when will he come out? I really want to see him..."

The audience in the stands had no idea that Yan Su was not within the range of the teleportation array, and even if he crushed the token, he could not be teleported out.

Feng Yunqing's face was ashen. After hearing what the leader of Dengxian Pavilion said, he sat in his seat without saying a word.

This time, not only were the people not teleported out, but even the images could not be seen!

The big screen randomly showed images of other disciples in the secret realm, but everyone on the field was uninterested. Many viewers even stopped looking at the screen and stared at the competition stage, waiting for the man with the snow lotus mask to be teleported out.

-

In the secret place, inner mountain.

When the Red Lion King's claws were about to fall, Yan Su decisively crushed the token.

However, after the token was broken, the expected teleportation did not happen. Yan Su's expression paused, and without time to think about the reason, he immediately used his spiritual power to attack the giant claws that fell down.

However, the strength of the mutated and frenzied holy-level monster was far different from that of Yan Su. In addition, Yan Su was harmed by the thunder tribulation of the Void Refining Realm, and his body was severely injured. The attack he launched against the Red Lion King only broke a layer of skin.

"Go to hell, you tiny human!" The Red Lion King snorted coldly, his feet wrapped in flames, and he stomped heavily at Yan Su.

Just when the claw was half a meter away from Yan Su, a voice suddenly sounded -

"Certainly."

The sound of the word seemed to be called from the distant sky, light and airy, yet it seemed to contain the power of law.

And as this sound was uttered, a huge "Ding" character, like a Buddha's seal, flew from the sky and was imprinted on the body of the Red Lion King.

As this word appeared, an eternal and mysterious power spread between heaven and earth.

The Red Lion King, who was originally roaring and pressing his claws towards Yan Su, suddenly stopped moving.

A ferocious look still appeared on the face of the Red Lion King, but it did not move at all, as if it had turned into a sculpture.

Everything around was continuing, except for the Scarlet Lion King, who seemed to be frozen in time. Even the flames rising from his body had stopped dancing and swaying.

The sky and the earth seemed to have turned into a painting, it was terrifyingly quiet.

When that voice sounded, Yan Su's pupils shrank slightly, and he suddenly looked up -

The raging flames dyed the entire sky red, and beneath the red, there was a single light blue figure standing on the back of a golden-winged peregrine falcon.

Blood was slowly dripping from Fu Sheng's fingertips. Her expression was cold and red flames were burning all over her body, covering the whole sky and earth, with bared fangs and claws. She looked like she was bathed in heavenly fire.

Although he had the appearance of a 30-year-old man, Yan Su seemed to see Fu Sheng's original appearance through his body.

After immobilizing the Red Lion King, Fu Sheng turned his head slightly and looked at Yan Su who was lying on the ground. The two of them stared at each other from a distance across the sea of ​​fire.

"Go." Fu Sheng opened his lips softly.

Upon hearing the order, the golden-winged peregrine falcon immediately carried Fu Sheng, flew down from the sky, and landed next to Yan Su.

Fu Sheng jumped off the back of the golden-winged peregrine falcon, and the moment she landed, the flames of the Red Lion King that had been lingering around Yan Su, as if they had seen some ferocious beast, suddenly dispersed as Fu Sheng approached.

Yan Su stared at Fu Sheng who was approaching him in astonishment.

Fu Sheng's expression at this moment was not as lively and bright as usual, especially her eyes. When she looked at him, she was quiet and indifferent, with a kind of coldness of a superior overlooking the life and death of the world. Looking closely, he could see a very light golden color in her eyes.

Although the two were very close, the sense of distance between them seemed to take away the air, making Yan Su feel suffocated for no reason and his heart filled with panic.

But this sense of distance only lasted for a moment, and then disappeared without a trace. Fu Sheng blinked very slowly, and the light gold in her eyes disappeared. Then she said, "You really...scared me to death!"

Fu Sheng almost had trembling hands as he pulled Yan Su up from the ground.

God knows what her mood was when she arrived and saw Yan Su lying at the feet of the monster.

She didn't dare to think about what would happen if she came a step later.

Listening to this familiar tone and seeing Fu Sheng's usual expression, Yan Su felt his heart return to reality, as if the moment just now was just an illusion.

"Why are you here?" Yan Su spoke, his voice a little hoarse. He raised his hand and gently supported Fu Sheng's fingertips that were still bleeding.

Yan Su's words made Fu Sheng feel like he was back in the secret realm. He said unhappily, "If I don't come again, you'll die."

Yan Su did not refute, but raised his arms to hug Fu Sheng, murmuring, "I can't bear to die."

"I don't want to die either." Fu Sheng said expressionlessly, "But if you do this a few more times, I will die."

Yan Su let go of Fu Sheng immediately after hearing this. Panic crept into his heart. He stared at Fu Sheng closely and asked, "Why?"

"Died from blood loss." Fu Sheng curled his lips.

In just two months, her blood essence has been used for the third time, and each time is more extreme than the last.

If she continues to use it at such a high frequency, there’s no guarantee that one day, she might die before she even has the chance to see the hero become a god.

"Oh, I was just kidding!" It was originally a joke, but seeing Yan Su's face turn pale as soon as he finished speaking, it was obvious that he believed it. Fu Sheng hurriedly comforted him: "I have a strong life, so it won't be that easy to die. But you, I think your life is much more fragile than mine."

When he was not in the secret realm, he encountered the Immortal Alliance. Now he is crossing the secret realm and encountering high-level monsters.

Both times, the male protagonist almost had his life hanging by a thread.

"You really won't die?" Yan Su was obviously still immersed in Fu Sheng's words just now. His eyes were still fixed on Fu Sheng, not missing any details of her expression.

"No." Fu Sheng said word by word, "Really, I promise."

Only the Hualing people know how tough their lives are. Almost no one can kill them before their lifespan reaches the age of thirty.

What's more, she also has the Phoenix given by the system.

"Perhaps you don't believe it." Fu Sheng said half-jokingly, "I may be even stronger than you."