Douluo's Fire

Chapter 140 Huh?
The sacred Chilong flew across the sky, and the strange aura leisurely took over the body, but Han Chi's mind was constantly depressed and disappeared under the suppression of the strange aura.

In a coma, the sinking Han Chi didn't resist at all, as if he was going to sink down quietly forever, never seeing the light and shadow outside again.

The fire that was about to be extinguished swayed slightly, illuminating the surrounding darkness, trying to prop up the light, and guiding Han Chi's mind to the direction of waking up.

The light was weak and the darkness was thick, and Han Chi's mind kept sinking and sinking in this darkness.

The endless darkness turned into countless tentacles, pulling on Han Chi's consciousness, wanting him to join their big family.

There is only a ray of light, trying to prop up a piece of pure land in the distance, shining in, calling out the consciousness of Han Chi.

The light is yellowish, like a ray of candle light, falling into the space where Han Chi's consciousness is located, turning into feathers burning with flames, and landing on pieces of buildings.

The flames were burning, and there was a sea of ​​flames wherever he could see. Han Chi stood in the sea of ​​flames in a daze, looking at the people around him who were shouting angrily.

"Who are they? Here, where are they?" As he moved forward, the flames like a sea of ​​fire were like phantoms, allowing Han Chi to pass through without any harm.

The confused Han Chi didn't notice this matter, he is very confused now, where is this place, who are those people, himself, and who are they?
Many figures in moon-white clothes release spirit rings of different colors, angrily pass through Han Chi's surroundings, and kill the men in black who are killing them.

The cold air surged, the flames surged, an old figure shouted angrily, the black soul ring on his body shone brightly, and a cold dragon figure more than ten meters long appeared.

With a swish of the dragon's tail, it swept away the black-clothed soul masters who were besieged around it, and after saving the younger generation in the clan, it raised its head to the sky and roared angrily, mustering up all the soul power in its body, and the light of the soul ring burst out, angering the people standing in the air rushed away.

The person standing on the huge flame eagle just chuckled at this, waved his white fingers casually, and a slightly smaller flame eagle appeared condescendingly in front of the old figure transformed into Han Jiao.

The Flame Eagle screamed, the Frost Flood roared lowly, and the two giant beasts collided with each other, the flame feathers flew, and hot blood spilled.

The pure white Hanjiao was knocked down after just one encounter, and fell powerlessly to the ground, roaring angrily.

The person standing on the huge flame eagle just chuckled at this, licked his lips, and controlled the flame eagle to surround the old figure, just not giving him the final blow.

Let him watch with his own eyes that the juniors in the clan that he wanted to protect were killed one by one, and the blood flowed all over the ground. The flames all over the ground could not burn the bloody smell in the air.

Staring wide open, the old figure was crying blood, looking up to the sky to roar, but couldn't make a sound.

The footsteps stopped, and Han Chi, who had stepped here, stopped here involuntarily, and couldn't help but want to reach out to the old figure.

There was an impulse in my heart that kept telling him, to help him up... to help him up!
The phantom rippled like water patterns, Han Chi looked at his hand passing through the old figure in confusion, why, why couldn't he touch it?

A sadness in my heart suddenly emerged, and two tear stains slipped and dripped on the clothes unknowingly.

Han Chi looked at the old figure crying blood angrily in front of him, and wanted to hug him and kill the enemy for him.

Standing up, Han Chi looked at the person standing on the flame eagle, the soul power in his body was surging, and a huge chilong martial soul was pressing across the sea of ​​flames.

The cold air surged, and with a roar, he was about to twist his body and tear that person to pieces!

But suddenly, a flame eagle descended from the sky, brushed past Han Chi's figure, and landed on the old figure with a bang, breaking Han Chi's heart.

With a mournful cry, beams of light formed around the chilong, exuding a powerful energy aura, wanting to blast and kill the person with the excited smile at the corner of his mouth thousands of times!

The picture was reversed, the world moved, and when the lingering beam of light was about to tear the figure apart, everything disappeared. Han Chi was still wearing a moon white robe, standing alone in a small house.

The hut is clean and tidy, and a pair of small shoes are placed at the foot of the bed, showing the identity of the owner of the hut.

Han Chi raised his hand and touched the table next to him with a nervous expression.

The phantom was turbulent, but Han Chi's hand still passed through the phantom, unable to touch anything.

There was still confusion in his eyes, the anger and sadness just now seemed to be forgotten, he didn't remember what he was doing here, why he did it just now.

With a creak, the door opened, and a gentle and lovely woman with two braids came in carrying a lunch box.

With a smile on her face, the gentle woman carefully opened the bed curtain and fed a wounded man lying on the bed.

A familiar feeling came to Han Chi's heart, Han Chi stared blankly at this scene, a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth at some point.

The light and shadow dissipated, and the surrounding scene changed again. On a gray rock, a white-haired man whose face could not be seen clearly was hugging that gentle and lovely woman heartbrokenly.

Seeing the white-haired young man hugging the gentle woman with trembling hands, Han Chi's heart ached, and he couldn't help walking forward, trying to hug the woman who had lost her breath.

She wanted to blame the white-haired man for not protecting her well.

However, the light and shadow transformed again, and the surrounding scene turned into light spots, dissipated, and a dark room scene was constructed.

A man in a black robe stood opposite a handsome young man with his hands behind his back. The tyrannical aura on his body suppressed the young man, and his big hand accompanied by soul power was about to arrest the young man.

Then, he fell down and could only watch that handsome young man do whatever he wanted on him.

The light and shadow dissipated again, turning into scenes and flashing in front of Han Chi.

There is a white-haired man waving his hand to summon a huge chilong to suppress the soul emperor, some howl in the sky, refreshed, and some even summon an ice dragon with his hands behind his back, overlooking the many spirit avatars.

In these scenes, Han Chi is just a passer-by, unable to touch or hear, but the little silence in his heart gradually enlarges, as if he understands something and remembers something.

Until, a courtyard covered with a thin layer of snow appeared in front of Han Chi.

The handsome young man held his hands away from the fire, and looked into the distance with a smile on his face. The white-haired man stood behind him with his hands behind his back, listening quietly.

Han Chi watched all this silently, without moving or touching, just waiting quietly, waiting for the light and shadow to dissipate again.

However, in this snow-white yard, a familiar voice appeared in Han Chi's ears.

"Hey, Uncle Han, why did you appear here?"

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