After the good boy went crazy

Huan Ji stared at the unfamiliar yet familiar Han Yan, and was stunned for a moment.

what happened?

With the power that pierced Han Yan last, even if he couldn't be killed, he could seal him for at least ten thousand years.

But not even 100 years.

Could it be that……

Has my own strength been weakened to this point now?

Han Yan's hand was still locked on Huan Ji's jaw.

His fingers are cold.

Huan Ji didn't care about this, he looked at Han Yan pale and said: "What do you want..."

Huan Ji let out a painful voice before he finished the rest of the sentence.

A force suddenly pierced through Huan Ji's Desire Godhead!

different from last time.

Last time, Han Yan didn't want Huan Ji to die, so he kept some points.

But now there is no mercy at all.

Looking at the phantom sacrifice whose face turned pale from the pain in his hand, golden blood continuously spilled from the corners of his lips, and his divine body gradually became transparent, Han Yan's fingers moved upwards at this moment.

But it's not as loose as last time.

But -

Another blow to the phantom festival.

This time, Huan Ji was completely speechless.

He continuously overflowed with golden blood, and his vitality was also continuously lost.Huan Ji watched his divine body gradually become transparent, and he stared blankly at all this.

It never occurred to him that...

I didn't expect his fall to be so fast.

He was a little unwilling, and wanted to pray for the cold flames, because he couldn't die yet.

But he couldn't even lift his arms.

until the arms gradually dissipate.

And just when the phantom sacrifice was about to completely dissipate, Han Yan gave the phantom sacrifice a little bit of strength to stabilize the last source of the phantom sacrifice, making the phantom sacrifice's divine body a little clearer.

But it didn't save him.

But...

Han Yan looked at Huan Ji, whose eyes were loose and confused, and said, "Is the position of Chaos God important?"

Huan Ji's eyes were loose.

Even because of being too weak, Huan Ji changed back to his most primitive divine form.Silver hair as long as snow, and eyes as ice and snow as glacial lakes.

This is the most primitive expression of Huan Ji.

It can be seen to what extent Huan Ji has been seriously injured.

"I'll let you see with your own eyes how you lost your position as the God of Chaos." Han Yan's fingers brushed over Huan Ji's long hair, and then another burst of divine power came out——

"Uhhh-"

Huan Ji covered his head and let out a hoarse voice in pain.

It was so painful.

Gods actually don't feel pain, they only feel pain when their godhead is injured.But generally to that extent is the state of near-death.

"Ugh..."

I don't know how many times, the divine power on Huan Ji's body gradually dissipated.

The temple also dimmed.

The originally bright small world was gradually shrouded in darkness, which was as dark as the night of the lower realm.

And it was still a bitterly cold night.

Han Yan quietly watched Huan Ji who had completely lost the ability to resist.At this time, Huan Ji's body was translucent, even if he was given a sword, he might not be able to hold it tightly.

"Now, Master, will you speak well?" Han Yan said calmly.

But Huan Ji no longer had the energy to speak.

Hanyan used divine power to bring the phantom festival before her eyes.

Although Huan Ji was weak, he still instinctively wanted to avoid it after feeling that he was approaching Han Yan.

Then--

Huan Ji's godhead was penetrated again.

In a short period of time, the godhead was shattered about three times, not to mention whether it will fall or not, the pain has already reached the limit of the phantom sacrifice.

He let out a painful whimper.

"Ugh..."

Listening to this voice mixed with helplessness, Han Yan knew that Huan Ji was already in pain, otherwise he wouldn't be like this when he was awake.

The inner hall of the phantom festival is covered with ice and snow.

It would be fine if it was normal, but now about 90.00% of Huan Ji's divine power has dissipated, so Huan Ji feels more and more cold.He instinctively approached Han Yan.

But he didn't know that what he was grasping in front of him was not a life-saving straw.

But the God who will kill him.

Han Yan let Huan Ji stay in his arms for a while, and after an unknown amount of time, Han Yan reached out and slowly wrapped his arms around him.But it wasn't because he wanted to embrace Huan Ji, but he penetrated Huan Ji's godhead again.

At this time, the godhead has improved a little bit.

After being penetrated again, the pain has increased by about ten times than before, and the phantom sacrifice screamed like he was dying.

He instinctively wanted to avoid it.

But he already had no strength left.

"Does it hurt?"

At this moment, Hanyan's voice suddenly came from the ear.

"It hurts... that's right." The voice seemed to come from the cold hell, making Huan Ji's body tremble involuntarily.

This torture continued several times.

Not only to punish the phantom sacrifice, but also to let him see how he fell with his own eyes.

Losing the Chaos God position he least wanted to lose.

From the struggle at the beginning, the phantom festival gradually ended in despair and death.But what he didn't know was that in Han Yan's eyes, there was only silence from the beginning to the end.

He was not alone in this pain.

Finally, when Han Yan slowly got up and was about to leave to let Huan Ji dissipate here by himself, Huan Ji suddenly grabbed Han Yan's boots.

His strength is weak.

In fact, the cold flame will be thrown away with a slight movement.

But Han Yan didn't move, but calmly looked at the phantom sacrifice under his feet.

Huan Ji's fingers moved slightly.

He seemed to want to do something, but because he was too weak, it took him a long time to raise his hand.His fingers condensed the last of his original strength.

Han Yan looked at him.

Huan Ji's thin lips moved, and said: "This is... my last source, it can... protect the phantom ice, you... let it go." While speaking, Huan Ji closed his eyelashes weakly.

Just one sentence has exhausted all the strength of Huan Ji.

But Han Yan didn't pick it up.

He just looked at the group of original strength, the long eyelashes covered his deep eyes, and he couldn't tell his emotions.

Lie Yan was a little moved.

Although it wanted to kill Huan Bing like its master countless times, Lie Yan still didn't want Huan Bing to disappear at this time.

So it flew over and wanted to take that group of original power.

"roll."

Hanyan went away with a burst of divine power, and Lieyanjian instantly drew a long arc and hit the tall snow mountain behind.And also made a big hole.

It's different from shooting against phantom festival.

During the Illusion Slaying Festival, Han Yan was still controlling her emotions, but the divine power of Lie Yan did not restrain herself at all, as if her repressed emotions had finally found a place to vent.

It took a long time for Lie Yan to crawl out from inside.

It was a little strange, and it didn't understand why the master suddenly went crazy again.

After all, if you get hurt, your master will get hurt too.

Lie Yan was a little dazed.

Han Yan didn't care about her natal sword, but continued to look at the phantom sacrifice, and said lightly: "No need, let it be buried for the master."

Now Lie Yan was a little uneasy.

It wanted to grab it, but was hit by a divine force on the snow mountain again.