What Xiao Na wants to say is that Ye Han has a big life, and no matter how many times he lives and dies, he can always miraculously survive.

But no matter how big the life is, there will eventually be a danger of death, and the number of times he wanders between life and death is too much, he may seem as accustomed to it as usual, and he is familiar with the road as familiar and playful as when he was a child, but this is not the case.

It's not a game, it's not a child's play, there are more times to wander between life and death, maybe the wanderer will feel familiar, and therefore let down his vigilance, he will feel that this is not a terrible thing, so he will do things more and more boldly, and never think about the consequences.

Then if it goes on like this, there will be a time when death passes by him and accidentally takes him away, all of this will come suddenly, making him at a loss, and even he doesn't believe that he will die on the verge of life and death that is so familiar, but death is such a momentary thing, once he dies, there is no room for recovery.

Xiao Na didn't say anything, something had happened, all she could do was wait, waiting for Ye Han to be able to walk back from the brink of death again, even if she couldn't feel Ye Han's breath, but she was already willing to believe in miracles, which was the only thing she could do.

Of course, Cortana had another hope in her heart, one that she knew might not be possible.

She hopes that Ye Han is not the old fritter who wanders away from the edge of life and death and takes it lightly, but because he often wanders on the edge of life and death, his feelings accumulate more and more deeply, and he is more and more afraid of that feeling, with this awe, he can have the greatest opportunity.

In fact, Ye Han belongs to the latter.

Hovering on the edge of life and death, accustomed to the edge of life and death, this may be a little different for Ye Han.

He was not accustomed to this feeling, much less daring to despise it, and his awe never faded, and grew stronger, he knew the fear of death, and there were two kinds of people who often dealt with death, one was an outlaw, and the other was a poor person who had no choice but to do so.

Ye Han belongs to the latter, but he doesn't think of himself as a pitiful person, he just has to do these things, he never feels pitiful when he does it, he just feels that if he doesn't do it, there will be someone more pitiful than him.

Even if he does it, there are people who are more pitiful than him, because he is still qualified to struggle on the edge of death, but everyone else can only entrust life and death to him, and he can't even control his own destiny, and the guy who can only hand it over to others is the real most pitiful person.

He was afraid of death, more than anyone else, but he still made a choice, because he wanted to live well, so he had to face death and compete with death.

Fight with the sky, and the fun is endless!

Buried in the black soil and subjected to the rolling and tempering of the thunder, this feels like a very famous food - called flower chicken!

Wrap a chicken in layers of materials, such as lotus leaves, and then wrap the outside of the leaves with soil, full of paste, tight, and then bake in the fire until it is fragrant, smash the soil that has been burned stiff, and remove the lotus leaves, which is roasted deliciously.

The clothes Ye Han was wearing were like lotus leaves wrapped around the flower chicken, the black soil that buried him was like the soil outside the lotus leaves, and the extreme flame meteorite that kept falling and approaching was like a flame baking the flower chicken.

But the only difference is that what Ye Han endured was the heavenly thunder that penetrated into the black soil and constantly tempered Ye Han.

His pain, no one can understand, there is a sense of oppression, there is a feeling of suffocation, there is the pain of tearing every inch and every tiny joint of the skin, and there is also the feeling that the extremely hot skin is about to explode and the blood will dry up.

Each of these pains was enough to kill an ordinary person in an instant, but he was carrying it, he gritted his teeth tightly, he didn't even know if he still had teeth, it was just a mechanical instinct, he didn't know that he could feel any part of his body.

The flames in the heavenly dome are constantly approaching the earth, and there is no vegetation on the land of this Xuantian Thunder Pool, and it is all bare and stone, but the stone is shattered by the impact, which can be regarded as the respect expressed by this land for the extreme flame meteorite.

Finally, the Extreme Flame Meteorite fell on Ye Han's body in its entirety, accurate and impartial.

To be precise, it fell on the black soil covered around Ye Han's body, and it was as heavy as a whole world pressing on Ye Han's body, no matter how much strength he had, he couldn't support it, even if he changed to Bai Junye, he couldn't do it at all, not to mention that Ye Han was dying now, and he didn't even know if he was dead.

The Polar Flame Meteorite engulfed the earth in a very special way, swallowing the entire black soil, the earth was sunken, I don't know its depth, I only know that in the end, the Polar Flame Meteorite dissipated into a sea of fire, melting the black soil, and the melted black soil and the Polar Flame were entangled together, producing a kind of magma, which was a very special magma, just like Ye Han used the Polar Flame and the black soil to create, and the magma fire presented was somewhat blackened.

But right now, the magma is tumbling like a large magma sea with a diameter of thousands of miles, and the color of the magma sea is darker, darker than the magma made by Ye Han, and it is glowing with black flames, beating on the surface of the magma sea.

And that's not all, in the magma sea, there is also a tumbling and flowing luster of thunder and lightning, constantly making sizzling sounds, stirring the magma sea and not being at peace.

No one has forgotten that this time is actually the home of the Thunder Element, because this is the Thunder Tribulation.

The advent of the Thunder Tribulation finally came to the last step, black magma, black flames, and a blazing white and blue light appeared in the moment, looking deep and weird.

No one dares to speculate, let alone believe that there will be a living person under this magma sea, no matter how wise and martial a guy is, he should not be able to live in such a situation, even if it is a Holy Ancestor, maybe the Holy Ancestor will not be able to survive such a situation.

"Old Bai, you're crazy!" Chang Ming grabbed Bai Junye's arm, but was dragged out by Bai Junye, lying on the ground and sliding out for more than ten meters.

"I'm going to save my eldest brother!" Bai Junye roared unwillingly like a lion.

"Don't be stupid, you can't save it, if you can save it, I'll go with you, but we can't be reckless, this ghost thing is not something we can touch, touch it and die, we can't sacrifice in vain!" Chang Ming calmly made Bai Junye a little unrecognizable.

"Maybe he's not dead, people like him, will you believe he's dead?" Cortana's voice rang out, and she barely managed to squeeze out a smile, and there was no trace of confidence in her smile.

(End of chapter)