Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 420: A Thousand Years of Cultivation to Share the Pillow

The severe pain that penetrated deep into his bones slowly woke Xiao Yan from his coma.

He opened his eyes with some difficulty, and everywhere he looked had turned into a blood-red world, with countless magma flowing slowly, looking extremely strange and eerie.

"Is this the underground world?"

Xiao Yan was stunned, and then subconsciously recalled the scene when he went with the girl to observe the seal, and instantly understood where he was now.

The place where the strange fire was born, which was wrapped in invisible fire waves and looked exactly like the desert!

"Well, this is deep in the center of the earth, where the fallen heart flame gave birth to spirits."

Suddenly, a very weak voice sounded in his heart, which made Xiao Yan startled slightly, and he immediately shouted:
"Teacher? You didn't fall into a deep sleep?"

"I managed to hold on for a while."

After a moment of silence, Yao Lao sighed softly, and then said helplessly: "However, the reason why we haven't been devoured by the Fallen Heart Flame yet is thanks to the girl."

Hearing this, Xiao Yan's heart suddenly tightened. He glanced into the distance and sure enough, he found the girl who was still unconscious in the corner.

"Joruo!"

Xiao Yan was horrified and forced himself to sit up. He hurriedly asked, "Teacher, shouldn't Ruoruo be at the outermost edge of the barrier? Why did she appear in this underground world?"

"Ugh"

Yao Lao shook his head: "When I lent all my soul power to you, my consciousness had already fallen into a coma, so I don't understand the reason."

"It seems that this girl was afraid that you would be devoured by the strange fire, so she followed you in a hurry. Even though she is usually quiet, when she goes to extremes, she is even more reckless than you."

Hearing Yao Lao's sigh, Xiao Yan couldn't help but look a little flustered.

He took a few deep breaths and then said in a hoarse voice:

"Then how can we escape from here?"

It was obvious that with Hun Ruoruo and Yao Lao trapped here, Xiao Yan's desire to survive had reached its peak.

After practicing for so long, Xiao Yan has long understood that instead of showing off in vain, the first thing he should do is to protect the safety of those around him, as well as his own life. Both are indispensable.

Seeing the burning desire in Xiao Yan's eyes, Yao Lao couldn't help but nodded with relief.

After years of teaching, the reckless boy has finally matured. Even in such a dangerous situation, he still did not act recklessly, which is worthy of his hard work.
"Little one, I thought you would rashly choose to fight to the death with the Fallen Heart Flame to give the girl a chance of survival, but now it seems that I, an old man, was a little too worried."

Yao Lao revealed his true form, then gently patted the boy's shoulder and said softly:

"You did the right thing. Unless it's absolutely necessary, remember not to risk your life. Dying is easy, but for those who care about you, even living will be a pain."

The leisurely words that came, with a hint of entrustment, made Xiao Yan's pupils constrict. For a moment, he recalled the scene when he first used the Buddha's Fury Lotus.

"Teacher, you"

"Don't worry, little one. Your master is not that fragile. He will just sleep for a while longer."

As if he had already guessed Xiao Yan's attitude, Yao Lao waved his hand and said with a gentle smile, "You have been practicing the Burning Art for such a long time. I believe there is no need for me to elaborate on the method of escaping from this predicament."

"So-called calamities are often opportunities for cultivators like me to rise above the current. Your master can foresee that if you can successfully escape from here, you will surely transform from a cocoon into a butterfly. By then, you will become a truly powerful person recognized by the girl!"

The cold fire of the Bone Spirit filled the air, surging like never before. Yao Lao's sleeves fluttered like the wings of a young eagle, protecting the two of them firmly beneath him. "Little guy, the girl has an extreme temper. Don't let her do anything stupid."

As soon as the words fell, Yao Lao's figure suddenly became illusory, and finally disappeared in an instant like a dream bubble, turning into spots of light and drilling into the ring.
"teacher"

After quietly witnessing this scene, Xiao Yan clenched his fists and silently held the storage ring firmly in his palms.

He understood that everyone's life now depended on him.

The only way to break this situation is to
"Devouring the Fallen Heart Flame!"

Looking at the invisible fire that was constantly burning in the space, Xiao Yan's eyes flashed with determination, and he no longer had any worries.

He quickly got up and checked the terrible condition inside his body. After seeing that his dantian was almost empty, he temporarily suppressed the urge to absorb the strange fire and instead walked slowly towards the girl.

"Ruoruo. Ruoruo!"

The urgent calls did not wake up the unconscious girl. She frowned slightly, as if she was experiencing a not-so-nice dream.

After calling out to no avail several times, Xiao Yan felt helpless and could only grit his teeth and whispered, "I'm sorry!"

After saying that, he lifted up the girl's soft body, then reached out and embraced her in his arms.

As early as when he talked with the mysterious Confucian scholar, Xiao Yan already knew that Hun Ruoruo's physique was extremely special. It could not only help cultivators improve their cultivation, but also heal and restore the people who came into contact with it to a great extent.

Although he had never coveted the girl's special physique, he could not hesitate in the face of the urgent situation.
"Ok?"

The soft and fragrant jade was in his arms, but Xiao Yan had no intention of paying attention to the charming posture of the two of them.

After sensing the slight chill coming from the girl, he was stunned for a moment, then murmured in disbelief:
"Why is this silly girl's body so cold?"

Unlike the usual coolness, Hun Ruoruo's body was unusually cold at this moment. Even under the scorching heat of this Heart Flame World, it was still as cold as ice to the bone, causing Xiao Yan to shiver uncontrollably.

Seeing that something was wrong, Xiao Yan immediately turned his gaze to the girl. After looking her over, he finally fixed his eyes on the blood-stained pale hand.

The little hand that was originally placed on the chest had fallen down weakly to the side as Xiao Yan moved. The sleeve fell off, exposing the wrist that had never been seen by others to the air without reservation.

"This, this is?!"

Looking at the shocking scene in front of him, Xiao Yan's pupils shrank into needle points, and even his heart skipped a beat.

scar.

Scars so dense that they are almost countless.

Those hideous and horrific wounds, like invisible sharp blades, pierced Xiao Yan's eyes so hard that he could hardly keep his gaze on the girl's wrist.

For a moment, he opened his mouth, but his voice was too hoarse and he couldn't say anything.

Her lips were pale, her hair was messy, and she looked fragile, on the verge of breaking, yet still beautiful like a dream, just like the scene seen in the mountains, like a little animal licking its wounds alone.

Xiao Yan hugged the girl tighter, discarding all distracting thoughts and silently conveying his warmth to her.

"No matter how many things you are hiding from me, at least for now, have a good sleep, silly girl."

A soft murmur was heard, and Xiao Yan rested his forehead against the girl's shoulder, then slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep in each other's arms.

(End of this chapter)