After the good boy went crazy

If it was normal Lie Yan, Lie Yan would not have such a big reaction.

But this time is different.

Lie Yan vaguely sensed the seemingly invisible killing intent of its master, so even though Lie Yan hated Huan Bing, it was still a little anxious to think that Huan Bing would disappear completely.

But the natal sword can't reach the master after all.

As for that group of original power...

Han Yan didn't know what he was thinking, he lightly grasped this group of original power, but didn't use it to save Huan Bing.Huan Ji never knew that Han Yan actually hated Huan Bing.

Don't say that Huanbing was killed by him.

Even if not, he would not save Huan Bing.

"Cough." Huan Ji, who had half-closed his eyes, coughed in a low voice, and then passed out completely.

His spirit began to gradually dissipate.

Han Yan stood on the spot and stared down at Huan Ji, his fingers slowly clenched.After a while, he turned around and walked away step by step without moving his head.

Because the Phantom Sacrifice is the Chaos God's sake after all, it will dissipate very slowly.

Especially in his temple.

So when the cold flame reappeared, the phantom sacrifice had not completely dissipated.

Han Yan walked over.

He looked at the phantom sacrifice who fell on the ground, the translucency of the divine body gradually dissipating, and the expression in his eyes was unclear.

At this moment, Han Yan seemed to hear something.

It's the phantom festival whispering.

But because his divine power was receding and he was about to fall, he could only see his thin lips moving without making any sound.Only the cold wind that blows as the cold snow whizzes past.

Han Yan bent down and gave Huan Ji a trace of divine power.

He heard the words of Phantom Festival.

The phantom festival is saying - "Cold Flame."

And has been whispering the name unconsciously.

Although Hanyan's cold eyes were still calm and dead silent, there was still an imperceptible fluctuation.

But immediately after, Huanji murmured: "Brother Jiayang."

Han Yan's originally slightly relaxed eyes turned cold, and the next second his hand strangled Huan Ji's neck, as if he wanted to crush him.

The phantom festival at this time did not know this.

He was still muttering: "Brother Gayan...Brother Gayan, save me..."

Hanyan's hands tightened even more.

At the end, Huan Ji couldn't say a word.Not only that, Huan Ji once again felt a pain that pierced the godhead, and this pain directly woke him up.

"Uh-"

Huan Ji suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his divine body was about to shatter in an instant, but a cold divine power surrounded Huan Ji, keeping his divine body from dispersing.

But this is not a good thing.

It hurts the most when the godhead is always half broken.

Huan Ji lost consciousness again in pain, but was awakened by the pain not long after.This went on and on again and again, as if he would never be able to escape this hell-like endless pain.

Hanyan stared at the phantom festival.

If you look carefully, you will find that his eyes are extremely cold at this time.

But he didn't torture Huan Ji anymore.

Instead, a divine power was condensed from the fingertips to imprison the phantom sacrifice, and that divine power turned into a cold divine chain, and then Hanyan got up and left.

Outside the temple.

Quan Yu and the others also knew that something happened to Huan Ji.

Because once the Chaos God dissipates, the light above the temple will dim, which cannot be concealed.It's just that Brother Yan Jin didn't care, and just sat there playing chess.

"Brother Yan Jin, are you sure you don't care?"

"What he does can only be solved by himself. This is the last chance of the phantom festival. Although it is slim, it is there. But if other gods intervene, they will ruin his chance."

Quan Yu didn't understand, and was even a little confused.

Seeing this, Yan Jin sighed, and said, "This is a contest between the two of them. You and I can only be regarded as bystanders. It's like playing chess. Once outsiders intervene, the rules will be broken. Do you understand?"

Quan Yu said seriously: "I don't understand."

Yan Jin was silent.

Quan Yu said with his hands behind his back: "But I probably understand a little bit. Since this is the case, then let fate."

It's just that although I have known for a long time that the magic sacrifice's divine power is weak.

I also made preparations for the possibility that the phantom festival might fall one day.But this day is really approaching, Quan Yu is still somewhat sighed and melancholy.

Here.

Time passed slowly.

The phantom priest in a light-colored robe fell into the snow, his eyelashes were dyed white by the cold snow, and a chain that radiated a faint cold light was wrapped around his body.

After an unknown amount of time, Huan Ji managed to open his eyes.

He was unable to drag his body.

After struggling to lift his eyelids to look at the falling snowflakes, he closed them again.

Haven't fallen yet?

In the haze, Huan Ji thought slightly.

But it should be soon, right?After all, it seems that Han Yan will never let him go.

But when Huan Ji woke up again, he froze.

Because he hasn't fallen yet.

This... what's going on here?Did Han Yan let him go?

Huan Ji was a little distracted.

Maybe it was because of the cold, Huan Ji shrank instinctively, but with this movement, he found the god chain that was locked on his body exuding a cold breath, and in an instant, Huan Ji's hands and feet were cold.

After a while, Huan Ji heard footsteps on the snow.

When he looked up, it was Han Yan as expected.

Huan Ji looked at Han Yan, and it was at this moment that Huan Ji finally realized that Han Yan was really not the cute and cute little apprentice he used to be.

At that time, Hanyan always looked up at him with a smile.

But now he has not only grown taller, but also surpassed himself in powerful divine power and sense of oppression, full of deterrence like a real Chaos God.

"you……"

Before he could say the following words, Huan Ji felt a sharp tearing pain from the godhead.

He writhed in pain.

After a long time passed, Huan Ji struggled to open his eyes.

Just as he subconsciously wanted to speak, he felt the familiar tearing pain again.

This time, Huan Ji seemed to understand something.

He didn't speak any more, but curled up on the spot trembling slightly.

It's just that you can't avoid punishment.

The half-broken godhead tortured Huan Ji all the time, and Huan Ji seemed to be in hell.It's not that he has never tried to climb out, but he was caught by a divine force as soon as he reached the gate of the inner hall.

Then he threw it back coldly.

Repeatedly, Huan Ji gradually became desperate.

He knew that the cold flame was torturing him.

Just like that, after Huan Ji was locked in his temple for an unknown amount of time, Huan Ji finally couldn't take it anymore, and he said in a low voice, "You killed me, you killed me."

What responded to the phantom festival was only the cold wind mixed with cold snow.

"If you want to kill me, kill me. For the sake of being a Taoist couple, don't...don't torture me anymore." Huan Ji murmured.

"Taoist? Now I think of you and I as a Taoist."

Han Yan suddenly appeared, he grabbed the phantom offering, stared at him word by word and said: "When you killed me to prove the Tao, did you ever think that you and I were Taoist companions? Huh? Master?"

Huan Ji's vision blurred.

He instinctively resisted the cold flame and said, "I don't want to."

"I don't want anything."

Huan Ji refused to say any more, just groaned in pain, as if he had really reached the extreme.

But Han Yan did not end his pain.

He looked at Huan Ji who fell on the ground, his brows and eyes were still icy cold.

Until another few months passed.

At this time, the phantom festival has reached the point where the slightest touch of the godhead hurts so much that life is worse than death.

At this time, a familiar footstep sounded.

Huan Ji's body trembled slightly.

Just as Han Yan was looking down at Huan Ji as usual, as if admiring his tragic state, Huan Ji exhausted all his strength and suddenly grabbed Han Yan's collar.

"Kill me, I beg you." Huan Ji said hoarsely.

Hanyan didn't speak.

"Why! Why do you want to torture me?! You did it voluntarily, right? Did I force you?! You did everything voluntarily. You are stupid to get to this point, Han Yan."

Han Yan's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Huan Ji can feel Han Yan's killing intent, which is actually what Huan Ji wants.

He is really in too much pain.

Such endless torture, he would rather dissipate as soon as possible.

But what waited for the phantom sacrifice was not the end of the broken godhead, but the cold flames that suddenly suppressed him.

"I'm stupid, do I deserve it?"

Han Yan's fingers coldly held Huan Ji's jaw.

In the next second, the magic robe of the phantom sacrifice instantly turned into powder and dissipated in the air.

The icy cold air hit Huan Ji.

But this is not important.

Looking at Han Yan's emotionless cold eyes, Huan Ji suddenly felt some kind of message, he was shocked and said: "No, let go! Bastard, let go!"