Become a supporting role at the beginning of the fight

As the fluorescent light in Yan Ling's eyes gradually flickered, Xiao Fan's entire consciousness seemed to be drawn by Yan Ling, and he gradually felt dizzy.

Then, Xiao Fan suddenly discovered that Yan Ling's eyes were constantly pulling at his soul.

Xiao Fan originally wanted to resist.

After hearing Yan Ling's words, he did not resist the feeling of being pulled from Yan Ling.

Afterwards, Xiao Fan felt that his soul seemed to be completely pulled over by the spirit of words.

He seemed to have fallen into a quagmire. His consciousness kept falling and gradually sinking into the depths. The scene around him also became increasingly blurred.

In Xiao Fan's vision, he gradually came to a somewhat unreal place.

Before he got close, Xiao Fan felt several intense gazes, all of which seemed to be directed at him.

Xiao Fan looked up and saw pairs of eyes suddenly appearing in the darkness, but the emotions in these eyes were different.

Dozens of eyes, even if it was just one glance, Xiao Fan could feel that most of these dozens of gazes were already very... empty, dead...

Only a few eyes, with a hint of curiosity and playfulness, looked at Xiao Fan carefully.

"Go... go to the deepest part... go... see her..."

At this moment, in the illusory space, the voice of the word spirit sounded somewhat ethereal, echoing throughout the space.

Afterwards, these dozens of figures seemed to be guided and made way together. A road passed through them and extended to the deepest part.

Without any reminder, Xiao Fan had already gradually guessed who these dozens of gazes came from...

But at this moment, listening to Yan Ling's words, Xiao Fan's heart was filled with Yue Yao's existence, so he immediately followed the path made by everyone and headed towards the depths of the unknown.

Xiao Fan walked forward along the path, and the confusion in front of him gradually became clear. Under the gazes of those around him, one figure after another fell into Xiao Fan's sight as he gradually approached.

When Xiao Fan passed the first figure, a faint voice flowed past Xiao Fan's ears like running water.

"My name is Qian Chi, the 39th Saint of the Spirit Clan..."

A blurry picture flashed by, and two huge auras in the sky kept colliding, and a sea of ​​​​hot fire enveloped the town. The figure of the girl went upstream, and her figure and the flames covering the city were extinguished together...

"My name is Ling Cang, the 72nd Saint of the Spiritual Race..."

In this Moon God Palace, a golden light enveloped the girl, and her figure was instantly shattered, and finally disappeared into thin air...

"My name is........."

As Xiao Fan passed by one figure after another, in the deepest space of consciousness, the collision of the two soul consciousnesses allowed Xiao Fan to "see" these souls that had disappeared in time.

Unfortunately...

This place is empty of obsession...

After dozens of generations of holy ladies of the Eldar race, there are still only a few who have self-awareness left.

Special beings like Yan Ling are even rarer. If it weren't for Yan Ling's terrifying strength when she was alive, the other consciousnesses would not realize that the bodies they occupied were not their own even if they were "awakened".

Just like "Yue Yao" who fought with Xiao Fan before.

...........

Xiao Fan passed by one figure after another. In the distance, in Xiao Fan's field of vision, an effective figure was curled up in the void space.

His head was buried between his knees, and there was a calm look on his pale face.

"Yueyao........."

Xiao Fan looked at Yue Yao's sleeping consciousness. After such a long time, he finally saw Yue Yao again.

"From now on, you are the 88th Saint of the Spirit Race..."

As soon as Xiao Fan's soul approached Yue Yao's consciousness, a picture suddenly rushed into Xiao Fan's mind. This was when Yue Yao was chosen as the Saint.

In the Holy City of the Spirits, Yue Yao, who was still a little girl, looked at the "grandmother" who was leaning on a cane with her tender eyes. She listened to what she said and asked in a baby voice:

"Saint..."

The young Yue Yao was not aware of the responsibilities of the Saint, but she felt that the "mother-in-law" in front of her showed a complicated look from time to time.

Xiao Fan seemed to see Yue Yao's life...

In the spirit race, the Saint is honored, so since she was young, wherever she goes, she is respected, and everyone in the spirit race respects her.

Unfortunately, the saint's future is doomed, and she gradually realizes that she will no longer be herself.

So...she is not practicing anymore, she wants to be willful...and take a closer look.

The elves knew her future, so they did not force her to do anything, allowing her to make her own decisions for a short period of time.

then.........

In Canaan College, she gradually found the meaning of life and also discovered Xun'er from the ancient tribe.

Looking at Xun'er and Xiao Yan, Yue Yao was filled with longing, but unfortunately, she was destined to be just a passer-by in Xiao Fan's life...

But she was greedy, so she engraved the mark of the Moon God on Xiao Fan's forehead.

What if...they can still meet?

Until...she saw Xiao Fan's life and death with her own eyes, she no longer suppressed herself and planned to use the power of the elves to extinguish the fire in the magma.

However, later, when she woke up again, she learned that Xiao Fan had already conquered the Fallen Heart Flame.

The rise in strength means the awakening of the Saint's consciousness. Xiao Fan is not a problem, and she has no worries at all. She lets the power of the Moon Goddess wash over her body and cleanse her soul...

Xiao Fan looked at the curled up girl in front of him with a complicated expression, calm and peaceful.

As Xiao Fan approached, perhaps feeling the breath of Xiao Fan's soul, Yue Yao, who was originally sleeping, began to tremble slightly in her eyes.

Swish............

What she saw was still a void and dead silence. A brief moment of confusion flashed across Yue Yao's eyes, and then a feeling of tiredness came over her soul.

She didn't dare to open her eyes, she was afraid that she would become as numb as the dozens of figures around her, so the only way to get rid of the panic was to fall asleep...

However, the warmth coming from behind made her feel a little familiar.

"Yueyao......."

Just when she thought it was an illusion, Xiao Fan's trembling voice rang out again, leaving her stunned.

"Shh!"

Turning back and hearing this familiar voice, Yue Yao's eyes suddenly blurred.

"Is it... a dream...?"