"Splendid. Yan Huan muttered a sentence in his mouth, sighed slightly, and said, "I'm sorry, everyone, it's my fault! I shouldn't have given up like this." Jian Yuan, you're right, I can't just give up. I haven't tried it, how do I know that I can't do it!" Yan Huan finished speaking, the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

Everyone looked at him with a scorching glow in their eyes. The corners of Jian Yuan's mouth twitched, and he said with a smile: "Master, that's right! This is my master!Hahaha!" Jian Yuan laughed and said happily.

"My lord, then let's go out and look for the elixir for you! You can cultivate here with peace of mind, and you must overcome all difficulties, so that you can settle your mind!" said Jinmingxiang with concern.

"My lord, take care!" Man Tianhong glanced at Yan Huan and didn't say anything. At this moment, it is useless to say more, only quietly waiting for Yan Huan to take that amazing step. What they have to do is to silently support Yanhuan behind their backs. They believe in Yan Huan, not for anything else, but for the image of this young man in their hearts.

This young man took them to make the impossible possible, and every step he took was so thrilling, once brilliant, and now down. The young man is no longer what he used to be, arrogant and iron-clad, and now he is more mature, how can he be willing to bow to the inferior back then? They want to help this young man regain his former self-confidence!

Standing proudly among the clouds, ten thousand subterranean streams are one thought.

They were gone, and the boy was left here alone, cultivating carefully. Bai Ze returned the Twelve Heavenly Ghost Array to Yan Huan and found a secluded place to cultivate alone. In fact, there is another way, that is, to restore Bai Ze's former strength, so that the evil qi in Yan Huan's body can be sucked out. He himself is a murderous body, and he is not afraid of evil spirits, so it's a big deal to wait for Yan Huan's cultivation to be successful in the future, and then help him refine it.

It's just that this one, compared to Zhiyanhuan's cultivation to immortals, is not much simpler.

Yan Huan sat on an ivory bed, surrounded by all kinds of soothing treasures and incense burners. The incense burned in the incense burner is all quenched with Dharma crystals, and there is also a great compassion mantra blessed by the Buddha in the Buddha realm. This mantra is the best of the mantras in the Buddha realm, which can calm the gods, ward off evil spirits, and calm all demons.

Yan Huan's hand printed the trick, and the power of the Twelve Heavenly Ghost Ghost Array on his body slowly seeped out and melted into every inch of his skin. In Yan Huan's musculoskeletal body, the evil qi has completely spread, and what Yan Huan has to do now is to temporarily collect that evil qi into the Twelve Heavenly Ghost Ghost Array.

There is only one thing, once he completely releases his mana now, it means that he can't protect his mind. If the mind is lost and eroded by evil spirits, it will inevitably go mad. Yan Huan has to beware of this! And the evil venerable will definitely control the evil qi and desperately invade his mind. That evil venerable is a person who has cultivated to a high level in the evil domain, and when it comes to such harmful methods, Yan Huan must be inferior to him!

But although this road is dangerous, it also contains endless possibilities! Hope, only this road. The rest is unreliable. Restoring the Twelve Heavenly Ghost Ghost Array, even if Yan Huan cultivated to the Golden Immortal, it was impossible, and it was impossible to have someone who had surpassed the cultivation of the Evil Venerable to help him! Yan Huan knew that those people would save him when he was in danger, but he would definitely not show up to help him.

The world is like chess, no matter how powerful Yan Huan is, he is still a chess piece in the eyes of those people, and even a chess move. Yan Huan knew that although he was the primordial spirit of heaven and earth, his cultivation was still shallow, and he was not worthy of those people's hard work. Moreover, although there are not many people like myself, they will not be so few that there will be none, and it is a big deal, just find another one.

Moreover, if it grows under their protection, it is a flower in a greenhouse, which cannot withstand the blow of wind and rain. Only after experiencing all kinds of calamities can we finally achieve positive results. If the cultivation is smooth sailing, it will be too boring, and there will be no motivation to move forward.

Neither path can be taken, but this third path is the most direct and promising. If Yan Huan relied on his own strength to cultivate to the level of an immortal, then his own strength would be incredibly strong in the future! Even, against the first-class immortal Jin Immortal, he could not fall behind. This catastrophe is the catastrophe of life and death, and if you can get by, it will be the turning point of fortune and misfortune.

If you can't get over, you will die.

This is also because his previous realm has improved too quickly, which has attracted the attention of the fate of the Heavenly Dao, and the catastrophe has descended in the dark. On the surface, it seems that it is man-made, but in fact everything is predestined by heaven!

Yan Huan's general thinking suddenly felt that his mind was much clearer, and his original understanding of fate was still chaotic, but now this general thought has made him see fate more thoroughly. Yan Huan's cultivation also slowly improved. Adversity is on the next level, although it has not been perfect, but it is not much different.

Yan Huan benefited a lot from this thought, opened his eyes, and looked out the window, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. The eyebrows opened quietly, and Yan Huan suddenly saw a wonderful scene. Yan Huan looked at a flower, and all kinds of scenes appeared in his mind. From peanuts, to flowers, to flowers, but in January.

Each flower has its own flowering period, which is equivalent to a person's life. Life is short, and the flowering period is even shorter. However, during the period of its own growth, each flower is trying its best to express its own characteristics. or charming and moving, or cold and noble, or slim and jade standing above the nine heavens, unstained with mortal dust, or full of sun-like brilliance, involving cause and effect.

They know that although their lives are short, they must also leave the best things in this short life. To be able to receive praise is to die a well-deserved death. No matter how beautiful the flower is, if no one appreciates it, it will also wither in regret.

Like a meteor in the sky, fleeting, when you see you again, how do you know that he was who he once was. The beauty of a meteor is only in that moment. But that moment was enough! enough for the world to remember him. This is their life, this is the life of all beings in the world. For cultivators, longevity is not a luxury, but it is precisely something that everyone is pursuing.

From the moment they embark on this path, they seek strength and a longer lifespan. The longer you live, the more you can have and the more you can understand. Everyone is greedy, they don't know how to cherish what they have, they just want more. All they want the world to remember is their own name, high and inviolable.

But I don't know that the world will always be disgusted with those who stand on top of their heads and command, they yearn for equality, even if there is a big gap in cultivation, the gap between immortals and supernatural powers, they can sit together and drink tea and talk about Taoism.

The length of life is like a flash in the pan, fleeting in a blink of an eye. The longer you live, the more you will be able to see through the world. Why not leave a sense of mystery to the world, and in the next life, you won't be too disappointed. Destiny, not the longer the better, not the shorter the better, let it be, nature is the best.

There is no need to force it, even if it is sitting now, there is still wisdom in the mortal dust. Yan Huan thought of this, closed his eyes again, and his body flashed with light, that light, like sunlight shining on the glazed tiles, clear and clear, but emitting colorful light. Ambilight, indifferent color.

This is, the light of wisdom. At this moment, Yan Huan seemed to have comprehended the mystery of heaven and earth and the truth of fate. In an instant, the gong ginseng is created, and the yin and yang are understood.

If there is yin in the world, there must be yang, and yin and yang are cause and effect. Yin and Yang synthesis, life is easy! Everything in the world, Yi Tao is the most profound way, if you want to understand life and death, you must understand yin and yang, understand the heavens and easy!

A sharp sword suddenly appeared in Yan Huan's mind, and the light emitted from the sword body was exactly the same as the light on Yan Huan's body. At this moment, Yan Huan condensed his thoughts into a sharp sword. This sword is the sword of wisdom!

Sitting quietly, Yan Huan's body also quietly began to change. The evil qi in his body suddenly became much thicker and began to invade his body. Yan Huan didn't resist at all, the evil qi invaded the heart, Yan Huan's heart suddenly stopped beating, his face was pale, and his face gradually withered, without color, as if he was dead!

Fortunately, Jian Yuan and the others were not here, if they saw this scene, they would have to be scared to death. But in the next moment, the evil qi on Yan Huan's body was suddenly forced out, and a ray of light shot out, enveloping Yan Huan's body. A big bell appeared on Yan Huan's body, and the big bell was condensed by vitality, wrapped in Yan Huan, slowly floating, and the evil qi around him was still surrounding Yan Huan's body, wanting to invade the big bell.

The light on the big bell is not something that this evil qi can invade, Yan Huan's body slowly came to life, and suddenly became much more refreshing, his face was whiter than before, and the flesh and blood on his body began to grow again, Yan Huan actually understood the mystery of life and death!

Suddenly, the evil qi increased greatly, and it was the evil venerable who controlled this evil qi and wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of Yan Huan's cultivation to kill it. The evil qi turned into a sharp sword, and everything was horizontal, and the golden bell on Yan Huan's body was cut, and the evil qi slipped into it, like a small snake in an oil painting, directly into Yan Huan's body.

Suddenly, Yan Huan's golden body began to be corroded by the evil qi again, slowly penetrating into the internal organs, and finally the heart. In terms of Huan Hong's heart, there was still a cloud of black gas, and the black gas felt the evil qi coming in, and suddenly let go, instantly dyeing Yan Huan's entire heart black. Yan Huan's body was churning with qi and blood, and when he opened his mouth and vomited, a mouthful of blood spit out.

That evil qi still invaded Yan Huan's body after all. Yan Huan opened his eyes, smiled bitterly, and said, "It seems that things are not so simple. But that's nothing, this time, I succeeded in one thousandth, and next time, I can succeed in one percent. As long as I don't give up, one day, I will be able to suppress the evil spirit. One day when I really suppress the evil qi, I will be promoted to an immortal!"

After Yan Huan finished speaking, he closed his eyes again and concentrated on cultivating.

After all, what happened next, please see chapter 412.