[Quick Travel] The villain's whitewashing method

The vast expanse of the universe is pitch black.

Boundless.

Except for Brother Gayan and Brother Eros who have gone to the end, none of the other Chaos Gods have seen it.

It can be seen how huge this universe is.

Huan Ji walked quietly.

He lives in the dark, his steps are slow and heavy.

Phantom Sacrifice has not returned to the temple since he came out from Brother Jiayang, but it will not work if he does not go back for a long time.

After all, he has a priesthood.

And he can only complete his priesthood in his own temple.

So Huan Ji had no choice but to return to his temple after two months.

But he was very worried that he would meet that person when he went back.

But after thinking about it, maybe he is not in the chaos of the universe now, but has gone to the small world of the plane.After all, he is no longer the little master god who only managed three thousand worlds.

Thinking of this phantom festival, he was relieved.

He clenched his hands slightly, and then continued towards his temple.

The hall of the phantom festival is very beautiful, but a little hazy.

Compared with the temples of other brothers, the phantom festival is a little more focused on enjoyment.

Of course, this may have something to do with his godhead.

After all, he is the god of desire.

The temple exuding divine light was very quiet, Huan Ji walked in slowly, and the surroundings were still as quiet as usual.

Huan Ji's slightly nervous heart immediately let go.

He looked around, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the inner bedroom.

He didn't come back for two months, and he needed to complete his priesthood.

Otherwise, his godhead, which was already on the verge of falling due to the instability of his divine power, would lose his faith even more.

The phantom festival moved very quickly.

He stretched out his hand to quickly condense his divine power, and then revealed the light of each world.

After observing for a while, he poured his divine power into them one by one.

After everything was done, Huan prepared to leave the temple.

But just as he walked to the door, Huan Ji's expression turned ugly.

I saw a person standing at the gate of the hall.

He looked at Huan Ji coldly, causing cracks in Huan Ji's originally indifferent eyes.

He subconsciously took a step back.

"Where are you going?" Han Yan looked at Huan Ji and said unhurriedly.

If you just listen to the tone of this sentence, there seems to be no problem, just like a normal greeting.

But the gods in front of him gave people an indescribable sense of danger.

Hanyan looks beautiful.

It is the kind of slightly weak beauty in boys.

But what is different from his appearance is the sense of oppression that surrounds him.

No.

It should be said to be a sense of instability.

Han Yan is like a patient who just came out of a mental hospital.

He seems harmless, but as a normal person, you can feel something wrong with him, like a lunatic who has gone crazy but doesn't know it.

At any time, it may suddenly come up and kill you with a knife.

And without any reason.

The fusion of the two contradictions immediately added a sense of weirdness to Han Yan's originally weak and protective appearance.

Huan Ji clenched his wet palms tightly and said, "The God of Wisdom has something to ask me, I need to go there."

Han Yan nodded casually.

He strolled in, and after he came in, he said, "Master hasn't finished dealing with it in two months?"

Huan Ji's heart was beating like a drum, but his tone was still arrogant and indifferent: "The God of Chaos has a lot to deal with, and naturally he can't finish it in a short time. If you have nothing else to do, leave first and come back another day."

Listening to his teaching tone, Han Yan couldn't help chuckling.

This laughter made Genji stiffen.

Because whenever Hanyan smiles like this, it means something is going to happen again.

After a while, Han Yan said indifferently: "Push it."

Hearing Han Yan's normal tone, Huan Ji relaxed slightly, and said, "How can you push this kind of thing off? If it's okay, you can leave."

After speaking, Huan Ji prepared to leave the temple.

"I asked you to push it away, didn't you hear?" Han Yan said.

This tone made Huan Ji's body instantly stiff.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a trace of suppressed coldness and hatred flashed through them.

Huan Ji explained in a hoarse voice: "The God of Wisdom rarely seeks me, and when he seeks me, it means something important, so he has to go."

This is a sign of weakness.

It can be regarded as a euphemistic explanation.

But Hanyan heard it but still didn't have much mood swings.

He casually threw a dagger in his hand on the table, as if throwing something at home.

"push."

Just one word, but it contains an indescribably powerful oppressive force.

Huan Ji was so overwhelmed that he couldn't breathe.

Thinking that the other party was just a small main god, but dared to commit such a crime and continuously humiliated him, Huan Ji's expression changed again and again.

Finally, Huan Ji summoned his natal sword, Huan Bing.

He wanted to give him a sword while the other party was not paying attention, and then quickly left the temple.

As long as you go to the temples of other Chaos Gods, Hanyan can't get in.

But Han Yan seemed to have guessed what Huan Ji wanted to do.

The moment Huan Bing wanted to sneak up on him, he grabbed it with one hand.

Huan Bing uttered sword sounds in Han Yan's hands, as if trying to break free, but after struggling for a long time, he still couldn't break free.

Huan Ji's face darkened.

He looked coldly at this former apprentice and Taoist companion, and after his eyes hardened, he rushed over with supernatural power.

He planned to forcibly kill him with his Chaos Godhead.

Although he will be seriously injured by then.

or even worse.

But at least he doesn't have to be threatened anymore.

The cost of using the godhead to kill other gods is very high, so the movement was very loud, waking up the god of wisdom Yan Jin who was about to sleep.

He looked at the bright light on the side of the phantom festival, slightly frowned and said: "What's going on?"

The natal sword of the God of Wisdom turned into a small beast and squatted beside its owner, watching it half-understood.

But after a while I lost interest.

It was thinking whether to go and play with Brother Xuanbing, it hadn't seen Brother Xuanbing for many days.

At this time, the God of Wisdom was still looking at the intertwined rays of light.

He sighed, "I'm afraid there will be another fight."

And it seems that the excitement this time is bigger than the previous few times.

Fortunately, the phantom sacrifice is relatively weak.

If this were replaced by Brother Gayan and Brother Eros, the entire universe would be torn apart by them.

After the left and right can't affect the universe, Yan Jin doesn't worry anymore.

He continued to withdraw his eyes and prepared to fall asleep.

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The fight didn't last long.

After an hour or two, the hall of the phantom sacrifice became quiet.

Huanji leaned against the wall and tried to stabilize his body.

He was horrified at this moment.

He didn't expect Han Yan to become so powerful, and he could still fight him some time ago.

Now I have used the power of the godhead, but I haven't killed him yet.

This made Huan Ji feel cold, like falling into an ice cellar.

Han Yan was also injured, but he didn't care about his injury at all.Instead, he looked at Huan Ji who couldn't stand up on the ground and chuckled.

In the next second, those penetrating eyes turned cold.

He raised his finger slightly, and in an instant Huanji was hit hard again.

Huan Ji clutched his chest and spit out blood on the ground.

Golden blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth, with a faint glint of broken divine power.

"Tell me, Master, do you want to live or die." Han Yan bent slightly, looking at the phantom priest on the ground.

Huan Ji fell to the ground, his body was severely injured to the extreme, even the slightest movement made Huan Ji's face pale.

Now he is not at all like the lonely and proud sword master in the world of calamity.

You can't even see the slightest look of his strong attack back then.

It's even more difficult to see that the cold flame who was looking down at him with a chuckle at this time, but in the past was eager and called him her husband sweetly.

Huan Ji's hands tremblingly covered the nearly shattered Sea of ​​Laws, his face and lips were extremely pale.

"Go to bed." Han Yan stood up, then turned her back to Huan Ji and said coldly.

The phantom sacrifice who fell on the ground barely suppressed his sea of ​​laws that was slightly collapsed for the time being.

He tried to stand up, but he only moved once before falling to the ground again.

"I'll just say it once." Han Yan continued.

The cold tone made Huan Ji take a deep breath.

He barely stood up, and then walked towards the bed with his feet steady.

He knew that Hanyan was impatient.

He even said that he knew that Han Yan was crazy.

He doesn't seem to have any desire to live.But Huan Ji is different, he doesn't want to die.

After Huanji arrived on the bed, he turned his head and looked to the side.

Han Yan didn't mind the phantom sacrifice's evasion, he didn't take off the phantom sacrifice's clothes properly, but tore them directly.

Huan Ji was so hurt that his face turned pale again.

But he pressed on.

It wasn't until Han Yan fell on him that Huan Ji said hoarsely: "At least in bed, I have never been too harsh on you."

This is a tactful request to him.

In the past, Huan Ji never disdained it, even if it hurts, he would endure it.

The self-esteem of the strong makes him not allowed to bow his head, let alone that he used to be the one above.

Now the situation is even more humiliating.

So he rarely shows weakness.

But today he was seriously injured, if Han Yan's actions were more ruthless, he might really lose his godhead.

He didn't want to lose his godhead, his own strength.

Once he lost his godhead, he would no longer be a Chaos God, and would be kicked out of this cosmic chaos.

That's all.

But then he would never see Brother Gayan again.

Han Yan didn't change his expression when he heard Huan Ji's show of weakness. He said, "Really? But now I'm the one who wants to fuck you, and I can do whatever I want."

"You—" Huan Ji's expression turned ugly.

After a while, Huan Ji suppressed Han Yan: "I have been humiliated by you for so long, isn't it enough?"

"Humiliation?" Han Yan murmured these two words again, and then said: "So in your eyes, you are humiliated below."

"Is not it?"

Huan Ji sneered, with sarcasm in those cold eyes.

"Then I have been reincarnated under you for thousands of generations, what does Master say?" Han Yan said.

"You did it voluntarily, what does it have to do with me?"

Han Yan suddenly laughed when he heard this sentence.

This smile made Huan Ji feel cold, as if a ferocious beast had been released suddenly.

Interlude the episode of the Phantom Festival of the God of Desire, because the follow-up episode will mention the phantom sacrifice, so write the phantom sacrifice first.

ps: Huan Ji is a real scumbag, don't feel sorry for him cough cough.

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