Zhan Qingxuan already knew what had happened.

After returning to the clan, Zhan Tianxiong told them everything they found at the scene, even the death of the gray coat and the on the spot, as well as the two tragic battles at that time.

Helping others?

Regarding the questions of Zhan Tianxiong and others, Zhan Qingxuan did not say much.

But she knew that in that situation, if there was really someone to help, she would not wait until the last moment to make a move, so that she almost lost her life.

If there was really a master to help, how could Yun Xiaotian be so badly injured?

If there is really a master to help, then the so-called thousand faces and impermanence will not leave unscathed......

In this world, how can there be so many masters, and how can there be so many coincidences?

Therefore, I really think that there is only one, a result that everyone does not want to believe, or dare not believe.

That is, Yun Xiaotian relied on his own strength to protect himself under the killing array, lured away the enemy, and killed two killers desperately, so he was injured like this.

Although I don't know what means he used, with this courage and courage, he is not comparable to the peers who claim to be geniuses he has seen before.

"I believe that you will survive, and I will stay with you here until you wake up" Zhan Qingxuan wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and reached out to bring the healing potion that had been adjusted on the side.

The little hand trembled a little, but it was still stubbornly smeared on Yun Xiaotian's wound.

More than a month has passed since this assassination.

Yun Xiaotian's consciousness has always been in a hazy state.

Sometimes it's like in a dream.,Occasionally I can hear the whisper of a girl on the side.,But I can't hear what is being said.。

Sometimes it seems that I am sleepy to the extreme, and I want to sleep, but I am pulled by a force in the dark, and I am trudging in a certain direction.

"The shape of fire can live in a square inch, can borrow a thousand potentials, tangible but invisible"

"The meaning of fire is born from the heart, endlessly, strong when it is strong, strong but not broken"

"The way of fire can melt all laws, refine all kinds of tools, and burn all things in heaven and earth"

A somewhat familiar voice came from a distant place, echoing repeatedly in Yun Xiaotian's mind.

Hey, aren't you dead?

Where is this?

Who's talking?

What does it mean, a mantra, or is it some residual thought, and why does it feel familiar?

Yun Xiaotian's consciousness gradually condensed, and he tried hard to open his eyes, but found that he couldn't control his body at all.

struggled for a long time, but there was still no movement, so I had to give up.

At this moment, Yun Xiaotian seemed to have fallen into a special space, only nothingness, closed his five senses, feeling the emptiness around him, Yun Xiaotian became more and more bored.

It seems that he is really big enough, but what is going on in this half-dead state?

However, he has always been an optimist, and if he can't figure it out, he simply doesn't think about it.

Since you can't change it, it's better to find something to do. In addition to being bored, Yun Xiaotian tried his best to drive his consciousness and groped for the nothingness around him.

The shape of fire, the meaning of fire, the way of fire...... By the way, isn't this the voice I had when I was in the first place?

Yun Xiaotian slapped his thigh a little excitedly, only to realize that this was just his wishful thinking, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Tsk, you can't even slap your thighs?"

Fire?

Yun Xiaotian's heart moved, quite early, in order to worship under the door of the Buried Sword Villa, he had passed the triple test of the Gate of Yang Yan.

In Yu Chiying's mouth, the three passes of Yang Yan and Xuan, except for the death and resurrection of him at that time, did not seem to have any substantive effect.

I was survived by the perverted martial arts of the man in gray this time, I'm afraid it was the previous calcination that played a role, right?

But is that really all there is to it?

Yun Xiaotian gradually calmed down, no longer thinking nonsense, but concentrating on everything around him, as if the whole world had become quiet.

Suddenly, a faint light in the distance jumped, like a little light in the endless darkness, and disappeared without a trace.

However, this instantaneous change seemed to ignite the endless desire in Yun Xiaotian's heart.

I don't know how much time has passed, Yun Xiaotian is still immersed in meditation, "The power of the flame is the form of destruction, but the extreme of destruction is hidden vitality, like a phoenix bathing in fire."

"Between life and death, it is just the rotation of yin and yang, and only if the heart is not extinguished, can it be endless"

"Hahaha, the power of flames, should be used by me" Thinking of this, around Yun Xiaotian, it seemed to light a faint lamp, and between the swaying lights, it gradually grew stronger.

Whew, whew...... Immediately afterwards, the flame lanterns were born in two, two in three, and in the blink of an eye, they were all around Yun Xiaotian, as if they wanted to illuminate this land of nothingness.

At the same time, in its most fragile atrium, a seemingly ordinary seed, as if stimulated by something, emitted a dazzling turquoise light.

Airplanes...... In the demon wood forest that Yun Xiaotian had once set foot in, an illusory figure gradually condensed, slowly opened his eyes, and looked into the distance with a somewhat complicated expression.

"Little guy, who are you? You actually inspired the regeneration power of the demon tree seed?"

This seed is only a special seed that was originally placed in Yun Xiaotian's body, in order to give himself some feedback under some special circumstances.

The seed's regenerative abilities have been enclosed, and cannot be activated unless under special conditions.

"What an accident. In other words, in this case, it is also due to your good fortune. The woman frowned and muttered softly, and the figure gradually became illusory again.