Eternal Evil Emperor

Chapter 2325 Withhold?Self-generated magic flame!
The first one to rush to Xie Tian was Wu Shang.

At the same time, he was also the first person to be pulled back by Shenji's three thousand red beans.

Before approaching Xie Tian Qianzhang, he was able to stand tens of breaths in the breath of the outside world, and his bones turned gray.

Sensing the great terror that was ignored by everyone, Shen Ji, whose mental disorder was no worse than anyone else, spat out a mouthful of divine blood from Sakurakou.

When the divine blood was exported, countless red threads shot out from her hand, creating a sky-filled scene.

These red lines pulled back all the hundreds of people who were flying into the sky, and at the same time, the hundreds of people who were dying.

"Grandpa Calabash!"

With a shrill scream, the gourd old man woke up trembling, raised his hand and sprinkled the pills like stars, and then the stars turned into rain of pills, which evenly sprinkled on every dying person.

"Evil God!"

"Evil God!"

"You can't die!"

"Hold on! Here we come!"

"I hate it! I hate it!"

……

Compared with the previous mournful roar, the voices of the people were weak because they were dying, but the emotions revealed by even the skull-shaped faces did not diminish in the slightest.

They didn't realize at all that they had just walked on the verge of real life and death.

In their hearts, there is only pain for Xie Tian.

"Wake up to me!"

"Do you want to die!"

"The Optimus Prime of the Kyushu Realm, is that what you look like!"

……

"Xie Tian is not dead yet! He can sense you!"

The old man's vocal cords roared to the point of splitting, but he couldn't get everyone out of their madness.

Just as the last snarl that was so hoarse and distorted came out, the dying people slowly calmed down.

Madness is born of evil heaven.

Quietness arises from the evil sky.

In the madness and stillness, what remains unchanged is the inhuman Xie Tian in their eyes, and the pain that stabs the heart like a thousand swords.

"But no matter how painful it is, does he hurt..."

The red-clothed, who was weeping endlessly, wanted to reach out his hand to wipe away the endless tears, but wiped it away, and looked down, only to realize that his right arm had long since disappeared.

It seems that the tears are endless because they cannot be erased.

Just like that, everyone in the Kyushu Realm who became quiet stared at Xie Tian in a daze, not even noticing the scene where the world spirit that was waiting to die reappeared and transformed the world into a new sky.

Heaven and earth have become two worlds inside and outside.

In the inner world, it is quiet and peaceful.

In the outer world, the flames of magic are raging.

The devil is gone.

Also took away the magic flame.

The magic flame on Xie Tian's body has never disappeared.

Everyone in Kyushu only thought that this was the only thing the enemy who had been ignoring Xie Tian did to Xie Tian before leaving.

But the little boy Lu Xiaoxiao, who was laughing wildly because of the killing just now, his eyeballs are about to pop out of their sockets.

"Young master, he..."

She Rigong didn't think it was a shameful thing to ask, and poked the stunned Wuding Qiankuntu beside him.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"He, I..." After saying two words, Wuding Qiankuntu swallowed hard, and looked at Shooting Sun Bow with eyes full of circles, "Give, give me..."

Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
Smoking the addictive sun-shooting bow, he finally suppressed the desire to continue: "Then?"

"He, he seems to have intercepted a part..."

"Tsk..." Sheri Gong smacked his lips, feeling a sudden toothache, "Damn it, livestock..."

The departure of the demon, not only did not make Xie Tian feel happy, but also retained a part of the demon flame, and continued to twist himself...

Just thinking about the strong will behind this kind of action, Shooting Sun Bow feels like it is lowering Xie Tian's head.

but……

"Intercept? Huh..."

It seemed that she had suffocated for a long time just now, and Xie Yue, who had just breathed a sigh of relief for Xie Tian, ​​let out a long breath of foul air.

"If it's just a simple interception, is he still Xie Tian, ​​that Lu Xiaoxiao, will his eyeballs tend to fall..."

Staring at Xie Tian who was still distorted by the magic flame, Xie Yue's complicated expression gradually relaxed and turned into a smile, and then, she actually broke out into a smile that was inexplicably joyful.

He can laugh.

Lu Xiaoxiao couldn't laugh.

He is also a remnant from the ancient times, he fought against demons in ancient times, and was reborn in this life, he is also fighting against demons.

However, adding up the experience of the two lives, he has never seen—no, he has never heard of what happened to Xie Tian at this moment.

It seemed that even after watching a dozen breaths, he still couldn't believe what he saw. He shook his head fiercely, blinked sharply, and looked again...

The magic flame is still there.

This is the real magic flame.

It is the terrifying aura that can only be dissipated by demons.

"But the demon sensed the killing intent of death through seven bursts of breath in a row..."

"Not only gave up the eighth outbreak because of this, but also left decisively..."

"Before leaving, I took away all the magic flames..."

……

Where did the magic flame on Xie Tian's body come from?

Lu Xiaoxiao took a deep breath tremblingly, and closed her extremely swollen eyes.

At the same time, the answer emerged in his mind.

"From the young master..."

It is not the interception mentioned in the map of the indeterminate universe.

But it is more terrible than interception.

Through a powerless taste of resignation, Xie Tian engraved the influence of the magic flame on his distortion, torture, injury, etc. on the three selves.

He didn't know if the demon had left or not.

He didn't know if he was dead or not.

Just like the unwillingness of all spirits in the breath of the battlefield outside the territory, he is also unwilling.

But the difference is that Wan Ling's unwillingness is just unwillingness.

His unwillingness will push him to embark on the inevitable path of resistance.

Taste is the beginning of resistance.

What 12-year-old Xie Tian can do in Wuchen Temple is to listen to scriptures.

What Xie Tian, ​​who is over two hundred years old, can do on the battlefield outside the territory is taste.

After tasting, it is to remember.

After remembering, just now is the imitation of today.

It's easy to say.

Even for mortals, after encountering a problem, there is also such a process of learning and solving.

But let alone mortals, if another Dao ancestor came here, or even another Qi Tian was here, he would not be able to do what Xie Tian was doing just now and what he is doing now.

Thinking about it, Lu Xiaoxiao's nose started to feel sore.

Because following the flow of what Xie Tian did, he easily understood Xie Tian's purpose.

Just like completely fighting against the breath of the battlefield outside the territory, what Xie Tian wants to do at this moment is also to fight against the magic flame.

But this process of confrontation is tantamount to hanging one's life on a hair that is forked due to dryness and extremely fragile due to forks.

It's not just a question of life and death, but also a question of whether the real magic flame imitated by oneself will become a demon.

"That's right, for them..."

Looking at the Kyushu Realm who seemed to be dead, Lu Xiaoxiao found that her eyes were getting more and more swollen.

Those figures that could only be described as tiny, because of Xie Tian's behavior, suddenly skyrocketed at this moment, and began to squeeze his eyeballs.

He was furious because of the young master's pain, and he even did not hesitate to violate the rules that could destroy the second part...

Xie Tian ignored this pain, just for the sake of a group of people who could easily be killed by the breath of the battlefield outside the territory.

"Young master, young master..."

After muttering twice in an unprecedented tone, Lu Xiaoxiao didn't even want to think about what the departed Mohui would do, just stared blankly at the inhuman Xietian with his pacifier in his mouth.

(End of this chapter)