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Chapter 163 The Spirit Card, Green Lantern, White Candle, White Man, The Rest of His Life Is Broken (Part [-])
Wanyan sighed inwardly, her disappointment overflowing the embankment.

Just when Wanyan's heart went up and down, causing a burst of uneasy heart palpitations, the back of her head was suddenly wrapped by a hand.

In the next second, Wanyan was pulled into an embrace, her forehead resting on a hard chest.

This strength is indescribable, but gentle.

It is the strength of the desperate impulse after overthinking.

At this moment, the cold and bitter fragrance from Heng Li's body after the first snow instantly filled Wanyan's mind, making her lose even the last ounce of desire to think, and just wanted to be completely enveloped by this fragrance forever.

This familiar smell, this same warm embrace instantly dispelled all of Wanyan's incompatibility and strangeness.

No matter what kind of hat it is, whether it is the bright sun in July or the harsh winter of eternal life, this is him, and it is my favorite hat.

Now he is really back.

When these words appeared in Wanyan's heart, hot tears filled Wanyan's eyes at the same time.

Wanyan's hands placed by her side slowly stretched out, circled around Heng Li's side, and landed on his back, her little head burrowed into Heng Li's arms, hugging the tall and straight girl tightly. Correct body.

"Just come back, just come back."

Wanyan murmured, the joy and excitement this time could not be more sincere.

"Yan'er, I'm late."

Heng Li gently rubbed Wanyan's soft hair with her hand, and whispered in Wanyan's ear.

It seemed difficult to say every word, although it was still bitter, but soft as spring water.

In this icy voice, Wanyan could clearly hear the vast sea of ​​remorse and guilt.

There are even fears.

From the time when Wanyan led him across thousands of miles of weak water and lost half of her determination, to when Wanyan climbed to the top of the Kunlun Mountains and took ten thousand years of ice in order to wake him up, her legs were almost abolished, to when she entered the Tianxuan Palace alone , Change the 800-year growth law of Dachun by one's own power.

Heng Li knows everything she has done for him.

When he was drowsy, Wanyan whispered to him almost non-stop in his ear.

Talk about things, talk about that.

Wanyan didn't know that he could hear, nor did she expect him to.

When Wanyan said lightly what she had done for him as a joke with a smile, Heng Li's heart directly rose to her throat, and she was so nervous that her heart stopped suddenly.

He tried his best to open his eyes, impatiently wanted to see her injuries, and tried his best to heal her injuries.

But although Heng Li's body was lying on the bed safe and sound, his spirit body was tightly shut in an unreal space without boundaries. He didn't know where he came from, nor how to leave.

No matter how eager he is, he can't get out, and he can't wake up.

In this illusory space, there is only the raging crape myrtle sky fire, which is everywhere, burning and raging day and night, and will never go out.

Heng Li could clearly feel that the scorching fire was encroaching on his spiritual body, pouring the two extreme temperatures of extreme inflammation and extreme cold into his spiritual body, making every inch of skin and every section of his body Muscles, bones, and every organ were tormented in the raging fire.

The burning of his whole body made him miserable.

If it was just physical pain, Heng Li was never afraid or timid.

But it was his spiritual body, his soul, and his spiritual power that burned Ziwei's sky fire.

In this endless burning, Heng Li could clearly feel that the desire to survive in his mind was being burned to ashes bit by bit.

When the seven-color flames bloomed on Heng Li's soul, and only the flames flowed in his blood vessels, the extreme pain made Heng Li's spirit body want to quickly turn into ashes to get rid of this Terrible feeling.

At that moment, he didn't even think about what would happen to the Tianxuan Palace, which he had fought for all his life, after his death.

The contemporary saint, Jing Shajialan, has no heirs. If he dies, Tianxuan Temple, the temple that controls the world and is believed by everyone, will be leaderless and scattered like sand.

A chaos in the world is inevitable.

But Heng Li didn't think about the world.

At the moment of dying and struggling, all he could think about was Wanyan.

On the one hand, Heng Li was extremely happy.If he hadn't blocked her in time, if he had flicked his fingers a little later, then the one suffering this torture here at this time would be Yan'er.

But Heng Li was even more worried.

If he really died in Huangquan, then according to the rules of Tianxuan Hall, his wife of destiny, that is, the holy queen who should accept the pilgrimage side by side with him in the future, will be confined in his psychic room and will be a widow for him for life.

So, a spiritual tablet, two green lanterns, four white candles, and eight white mantles, the rest of my life was shattered.

But she is only 15 years old, and she has studied and practiced hard with her for eleven years, and her wonderful life has just begun.

She is such a person who loves freedom and life. Living that kind of life will be a thousand times more painful than letting her die.

She shouldn't and can't live that kind of life!
So, I must not die!
Even if I live, it won't make her happier, but it's better than if I die.

Thinking of the spiritual power of the Heng Li that had been reduced to ashes here, it actually began to regenerate bit by bit.

Although its growth rate was very slow, although the re-growth of mental power caused Heng Li's whole body to be shattered into ashes, but Heng Li's desire to survive, which had begun to dissipate rapidly, was gradually gathering again.

Second by second, day by day, Heng Li was struggling to survive in the fire.

The burning of the spiritual body became more and more painful, but after struggling for a long time, Heng Li found that although the speed of the crape myrtle sky fire in his body was extremely slow, it was indeed extinguishing little by little.

I don't know how long it took, although Heng Li still couldn't wake up, but he could already hear the voices of the outside world vaguely.

It was at this moment that he heard what Wanyan said casually about all the efforts she had made to save him.

Wanyan spoke casually, with a hint of angry blame, blaming her for working so hard, but he still fell asleep without giving face.

Those words that Wanyan uttered lightly as a joke were like sharp knives, every word and every sentence cut a hole in Heng Li's body.

In the end, Heng Li's body was pierced through.

This kind of pain is a hundred times more painful than Ziwei's sky fire burning the soul.

Especially when he heard Wanyan's tearful cry for him to come back, in Heng Li's peaceful body, the soul was crying with her.

Heng Li didn't know how long he had been burned in the fiery Shura field, how long he had been struggling, but he suddenly lost any consciousness.

At the last second of losing consciousness, a teardrop rolled down from Heng Li's spiritual body's eyes, and fell silently and powerlessly into the raging fire.

He thought he was going to die and Wanyan was going to be a widow.

(End of this chapter)