After the good boy went crazy

But Huan Ji's natal sword did not pose any threat to Han Yan.

Even Han Yan didn't call out his natal sword, but raised his hand to grab the magic ice that was close at hand, injured the body of the magic ice sword and pulled the magic sacrifice over.

The magic ice fell to the ground.

The crisp sound made Huan Ji's eyes hurt.

This is not over yet, the cold flames have injured Huan Ji's divine body, especially the arm that just held the sword. The serious injury to the divine body made Huan Ji completely lose his fighting ability, and he was thrown on the couch.

Golden blood spilled from the corner of Huan Ji's mouth.

Han Yan walked towards Huan Ji, Huan Ji's eyes flashed panic.

At this time, Huan Bing, who had already turned into a beast due to the injury, was very afraid of Han Yan, but felt the master's fear, and it still bit Han Yan's divine robe.

Han Yan turned his head.

Huan Bing trembled in fright.

Just when Hanyan was about to pinch Huanbing to death, Huanji said with difficulty: "Don't... Hanyan, don't." While talking, Huanji vomited blood again.

At this time, Huan Bing was already so frightened that he was pretending to be dead.

In the end, Han Yan still threw it out, and said coldly: "Take it, get out."

Lie Yan appeared and caught the magic ice.

It looked at its owner, then at Huanbing, which was shaking like a quail, and left with it in its mouth after a long silence.

After the two sword spirits disappeared, the hall became quiet again.

Han Yan had already arrived on the bed at this time, he looked at Huan Ji, who was still pretending to be calm despite the panic in his eyes, and directly raised his hand to hold him down.

"Han Yan, not in ten years... not in ten years."

Han Yan didn't answer him, but locked Huan Ji's hand with divine power.

"No...really not..."

It is difficult for Huanji to stabilize his godhead now, especially the friendship between Hanyan and him has never been a dual cultivation, but an offense.Therefore, there is no benefit in the phantom sacrifice, only torment.

If it is really ten years, there is a high possibility that his divine power will dissipate.

"I can't last ten years..."

In the end, Huan Ji gave in with a trembling voice.

Hanyan stopped moving.

Huan Ji thought that Han Yan had heard it, and just as he was about to say something, he heard Han Yan whisper to him: "If you can't hold on, then you will die."

Huan Ji was taken aback.

Startled, he forgot to struggle.

It wasn't until he felt invaded by the source that Huan Ji let out a muffled snort. He held back the tears in his eyes, and then stiffly and slowly held Han Yan's shoulder.

It's a slight gesture of favor.

Han Yan prefers Huan Ji's physical contact, although he doesn't show it, but every time Huan Ji takes the initiative a little bit, Han Yan will let him go according to the situation.

So Phantom Festival remembered this.

Han Yan glanced at Huan Ji, but didn't say anything.

Only this time it's different.

Hanyan didn't have the slightest tolerance for the phantom festival.

That's all, after Huan Ji gritted his teeth and persisted for ten years, Han Yan still didn't let him go.

Huan Ji panicked and wanted to speak.

But it was suppressed by the cold flame that could not be resisted.

At this time, the little bit of magic power that Huan Ji had cultivated with great difficulty had all been dissipated, and the godhead was once again on the verge of being broken.

He didn't know what happened to Han Yan.

Huanji gritted his teeth, let go of his arrogance and begged him.

But Hanyan was still unshakable.

Until Huan Ji was on the verge of dissipating, he murmured unconsciously: "I was wrong."

The sound is very small, barely audible.

More like talking in sleep.

But Han Yan had a little reaction, he let go of the divine power that had been holding the phantom sacrifice.

Huan Ji looked at the cold flame leaving his body dimly.

After a long while, Huan Ji seemed to understand something, he slowly retracted his divine body.At this time, Huan Ji was extremely exhausted, and he fell asleep after Han Yan withdrew from his body.

It's like someone who hasn't slept for days and nights.

The craving for sleep is extreme.

At this time, he finally understood what Hanyan wanted, and what he wanted was to admit his mistake.

Although, this embarrasses Huan Ji, who is a master.

But he had no way to resist.

Time passes slowly.

Hundreds of years passed in the blink of an eye.

During these hundreds of years, the light above the Hall of Illusion Sacrifice dimmed almost every once in a while.

This means that the phantom festival is always on the verge of falling.

At this moment—the Temple of Desire suddenly emitted a strong light.

This movement is a bit loud.

Quan Yu raised his head and glanced in the direction of the Temple of Desire, then shook his head and said, "It's fighting again."

Yan Jin frowned slightly.

But in the end he calmed down and continued playing chess.

And in the Temple of Desire at this time, Huan Ji fell to the ground and coughed blood in a low voice.

Just now he sneaked into Han Yan.

He knew he shouldn't do this, and his chances of winning against Han Yan were almost zero.But he really couldn't take it anymore, the uninterrupted double cultivation for hundreds of years made Huan Ji exhausted.

Hanyan took that kind of thing as a means of punishment for him.

too painful.

"...you forced me." Huan Ji murmured.

He didn't want to make a move.

Whenever Han Yan gave him a little time to breathe, he gritted his teeth and endured it.

Hanyan walked towards Huanji step by step.

Huan Ji looked at Han Yan's eyes without a trace of warmth, finally gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and waited.He would rather Hanyan kill him now than be killed in the end.

That kind of death was even more unacceptable to him.

But before Han Yan could make a move, Huan Ji couldn't bear it anymore and passed out.

Not dizzy from pain, but dizzy from exhaustion.

In the past hundred years, Hanyan has asked for a lot of phantom sacrifices, and there is hardly any time to get out of bed.Huan Ji also asked Han Yan, but the result was still the same.

In fact, Huan Ji did not guess wrong.

Han Yan really wanted to kill Huan Ji.

It's just that he let go of his hand every time it came to a critical moment.

Han Yan picked up Huan Ji on the ground and put it on the bed, looking at Huan Ji's sleeping eyes, Han Yan's expression was silent.

After a while, the cold flame disappeared.

Originally, Han Yan was about to leave the Chaos God Realm as usual, but at this moment he suddenly stopped, and then looked lightly at the temple of the God of Wisdom.

The God of Wisdom invited him to meet him in the temple.

After a long silence, Han Yan finally turned into a ray of light and headed towards the temple of the God of Wisdom.

Inside the Temple of Wisdom.

Yan Jin was holding a black chess piece at this time, he looked at Han Yan who was invited to appear, glanced at Han Yan and said slightly: "Are you interested in playing a game?"

Han Yan didn't speak, but still walked over.

Yan Jin didn't expect Han Yan to be so talkative, which really surprised him.

When playing chess, it is quiet.

The two gods played chess for a while.

Han Yan doesn't have much research on the chess game, and he doesn't care about it, so it's not good.But Yan Jin didn't really come to play chess with him, so he played in a roundabout way.

"Phantom Festival, he likes you."

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Jin suddenly spoke.

These words made Han Yan's fingers pause, and he looked coldly at the God of Wisdom.

"I know what you're thinking."

Yan Jin dropped the last ball, then looked at Han Yan, and said, "I read the memories of the calamity between you, I don't know if you have noticed that Huan Ji always avoids contact with you."