The sacred dragon flew sideways in the sky, and the strange aura took over the body in Youzai, while the mind of the cold mantis was suppressed by the strange breath, constantly low, and disappeared.Unconscious, the low Han Yan did not resist at all, as if he was going to sink quietly forever, never to see the light and shadow outside.The flame that was about to be extinguished, swaying slightly, illuminated the darkness around it, trying to hold up the light and guide the direction of its awakening for the cold mantle's mind.The light was faint, the darkness was thick, and the mind of the cold mantis was constantly sinking and sinking in this darkness.The endless darkness turned into countless tentacles, tugging at the consciousness of the cold mantis, asking him to join their family.There is only a ray of light, trying to hold up a piece of pure land in the distance, shining in, shouting the consciousness of the cold mantle.The light was pale yellow, like the light of a candlelight, drifting into the space where the cold mantle's consciousness was, turning into a feather burning with flames, and landing on the buildings.The flames burned, and everywhere they looked, there was a sea of fire, and Han Yan stood in the sea of fire in confusion, looking at the people around him who were shouting angrily."
Who are they?
Here, where?
”The pace moved, and the flames of the sea of fire were like phantoms, allowing the cold cockroach to pass through without the slightest damage.The confused Han Yan didn't notice this, he was very confused now, where is this, who are those people, himself, and who are they?
Many moon-white clothed figures released soul rings of different colors, angrily passing through the surroundings of the cold mantis, and killing the black-clothed people who were killing around them.The cold air was surging, the flames were surging, and an old figure shouted angrily, the black soul ring on his body was shining, and a figure of Han Jiao more than ten meters long was transformed.With a swing of the dragon's tail, he swept through the black-clothed soul master besieged around him, and after saving the juniors of the clan, he roared angrily to the sky, puffed up the soul power of his whole body, and the light of the soul ring burst out one after another, rushing angrily towards the person standing in the air.The person standing on the huge flame eagle only chuckled at this, and with a casual wave of his white fingers, a slightly smaller flame eagle appeared condescendingly in front of Han Jiao, the old figure transformed.The flame eagle chirped, the cold Jiao roared, and the two giant beasts collided together, the feathers of the flames flew and the hot blood spilled.The white Han Jiao was knocked down just by looking at his face, and fell to the ground weakly, roaring in unwilling anger.The man standing on the giant flame eagle just chuckled at this, licked his lips, and controlled the flame eagle to surround the old figure in the air, just not to give him the final blow.Let him see with his own eyes that the juniors of the clan he wants to protect are killed one by one on the ground, blood spilled all over the ground, and the flames all over the ground can't burn the smell of blood in the air.Stunned, the old figure cried blood, looking up to the sky and wanting to roar, but he couldn't make a sound.The foot steps stopped, and the cold cockroach who stepped here, his body involuntarily stopped here, and his hand couldn't help but want to stretch out to the old figure.There was an impulse in my heart to keep telling him to help him up......
Go pick him up!
The phantom rippled like a ripple of water, and Han Yan looked at his hand through the old figure in confusion, why, why can't he touch it?
A sadness in my heart suddenly emerged, and two tear stains slipped and dripped on my clothes unconsciously.Han Yan looked at the angry and bloody old figure in front of him, and wanted to hug and kill the enemy for him.Standing up, Han Yan looked at the person standing on the flame eagle, the soul power on his body was rolling and surging, and an incomparably huge dragon martial soul was pressed against the sea of fire.The cold air surged, and with a roar, he was about to wind his body and tear that person apart!
But suddenly, a flame eagle descended from the sky, brushed past the figure of the cold mantle, and landed on the old figure, shattering the heart of the cold mantle.With a long roar, pillars of light formed around the dragon, exuding a powerful aura of energy, threatening to kill the person with an excited smile on the corner of his mouth ten thousand times!
The picture is reversed, the world is moving, and when the cold pillar of light is about to tear through the figure, everything disappears, and Han Yan is still wearing a moon-white robe, standing alone in a small house.The cottage was clean and tidy, and a pair of small shoes were placed at the foot of the bed, showing the identity of the owner of this cottage.Han Yan raised his hand and looked at the table next to him with some trepidation.The phantom rippled, and the cold man's hand still passed through the phantom, unable to touch any object.There was still confusion in his eyes, the anger just now, the sadness just now seemed to be forgotten, and he didn't remember what he was doing here, why he did it just now.With a squeak, the door opened, and a gentle and lovely woman with two braids walked in with a lunch box.With a smile on her face, the gentle woman carefully opened the curtain of the bed and fed a wounded man lying on the bed.A familiar feeling surged into Han Yan's heart, and Han Yan looked at this scene in a daze, and the corners of his mouth showed a happy smile at some point.The light and shadow dissipated, and the surrounding scene changed again, and on a piece of limestone, a white-haired man with a clear face was heartbroken, hugging the gentle and lovely woman.Looking at the white-haired young man, his hands trembling and hugging the gentle woman, Han Yan's heart tingled, and he couldn't help but walk forward, wanting to hug the woman who had lost her breath.I wanted to blame the white-haired man for not protecting her.However, the light and shadow change again, and the surrounding scene turns into points of light and dissipates, and a dark room scene is constructed.The man in the black robe stood opposite a handsome young man with his hands in his hands, and the strong aura on his body suppressed the young man, and his big hands were accompanied by soul power, and he was about to arrest the young man.Then, his body fell, and he could only watch the handsome young man do whatever he wanted on him.The light and shadow dissipated again, turning into scenes that flashed in front of the cold mantle.There are white-haired men who wave their hands to summon huge dragons to suppress the Soul Emperor, there are those who roar in the sky, refreshed, and even have negative hands to summon ice dragons, overlooking the true bodies of many martial souls.In this scene, the cold cockroaches are all passers-by, they can't touch or hear, but a little silence in their hearts gradually amplifies, as if they understand something and remember something.Until, a courtyard covered with a thin layer of snow appeared in front of Han's eyes.The handsome young man held his hand away from the fire, smiling and looking into the distance, while the white-haired man stood behind him with his hands in his hands, listening quietly.Han Yan watched all this silently, did not move, did not touch, just waited quietly, waiting for the light and shadow to dissipate again.It's just that in this snow-white courtyard, a familiar voice appeared in Han Yan's ears."
Hey, Uncle Han, why are you here?"