Douluo's Fire

Chapter 140

The sacred Chi Dragon flew high in the sky, and the strange aura took over the body leisurely. However, Han Chi's mind continued to feel depressed and disappeared under the suppression of the strange aura.

Han Chi, who was unconscious and sinking, did not resist at all. He seemed to sink quietly forever, never to see the light or shadow outside again.

The fire that was about to go out swayed slightly, illuminating the surrounding darkness, trying hard to hold up the light and guide Han Chi's mind in the direction of awakening.

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

The endless darkness and countless tentacles are pulling at Han Chi's consciousness, trying to get him to join their big family.

There was only a ray of light, working hard to hold up a piece of pure land in the distance, shining in, calling out to Han Chi's consciousness.

The light was pale yellow, like a wisp of candlelight, falling into the space where Han Chi's consciousness was, turning into a feather of burning flames, landing on the buildings.

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

"Who are they? Where are they here?" As he stepped 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. He was confused now. Where is this place? Who are those people? Who is he?

Numerous figures in moon-white clothes released soul rings of different colors, angrily passing through Han Chi's surroundings and killing the men in black who were approaching from all sides.

The cold air surged and 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 swing of its tail, the dragon's tail swept through the surrounding black-clothed soul masters, and after saving the younger members of the clan, he roared angrily to the sky, mustered up all the soul power in his body, and the soul ring's rays of light continued to shine, angrily directed at 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 Han Jiao who transformed into an old figure.

The flaming eagle chirped, the cold dragon roared, and as soon as the two giant beasts collided, the flaming feathers flew and the hot blood spilled.

The white Hanjiao was knocked down after just one encounter, and fell to the ground weakly, roaring in unwilling anger.

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 to give him the final blow.

Let him see with his own eyes that the younger members of the clan that he wanted to protect were killed one by one, with blood flowing all over the ground. Even the flames on the ground could not burn away the smell of blood that filled the air.

Staring to the point of splitting, the old figure cried out blood and looked up to the sky to roar, but could not make a single sound.

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

There was an impulse in his heart that kept telling him to help him...go to help him!

The shadow rippled like water ripples. Han Chi looked at his hand passing through the old figure in confusion. Why, why couldn't he touch it?

A sadness suddenly emerged in my heart, and two tears slid down unknowingly and dripped on my clothes.

Han Chi looked at the old figure crying in anger and blood 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 spirit was pressing down on the sea of ​​fire.

The cold air surged, and with a roar, it was about to twist its body and tear that person apart!

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

With a mournful roar, beams of light formed around Chilong, exuding a powerful aura of energy that was going to kill the man with the excited smile on his face thousands of times!

The picture was reversed, the world moved, and when the harsh light beam 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 cabin is clean and tidy, and a pair of small shoes are placed at the foot of the bed, highlighting the identity of the owner of the cabin.

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

The shadow was rippled, but Han Chi's hand still passed through the shadow and could not touch anything.

There was still confusion in his eyes. The anger and sadness just now seemed to be forgotten. He couldn't remember what he was doing here or why he did what he did just now.

With a creak, the door opened, and a gentle and lovely woman with two pigtails 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 looked at this scene blankly, and a happy smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

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

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

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

However, the light and shadow changed again, and the surrounding scene turned into points of light and dissipated, and a dark room scene was constructed.

A man covered in black robes stood opposite a handsome young man with his hands behind his back. The tyrannical aura on his body suppressed the young man. With his big hands and soul power, he wanted to capture the young man.

Then, he fell down and could only watch helplessly as the handsome young man did whatever he wanted on him.

The light and shadow dissipated again, turning into scenes flashing before Han Chi.

There was a white-haired man waving his hand to summon a huge chilong to suppress the Soul Emperor, another roaring in the sky, feeling refreshed, and another summoning an ice dragon with his hands behind his back, overlooking many martial soul avatars.

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

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

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

Han Chi watched all this in silence, 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 are you here?"