My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 469 Are You Worthy of Being Called a God?
The blood-colored ice crystals bloomed brilliantly, but were fleeting like a flash in the pan.

But in the end, it still took away the flames that filled the surroundings.

His chest kept rising and falling, and there was shock and surprise in Luo Qinghan's eyes.

What we saw just now was the Dao Realm!

He displayed the Dao Realm himself and mastered the Dao Realm that can only be displayed by those in the Seventh Realm.

But the use of Dao Domain once almost drained all her energy.

Her energy became increasingly scattered and depressed, but her eyes became brighter.

The figure in the sky was silent for a moment, but then he smiled softly.

"But it is not easy for a mortal from the future to achieve this level. What a pity..."

The figure that had been hiding in the sea of ​​fire appeared.

The body is like a human, but the face is extremely ferocious. There are sharp fangs on the blood-red face from the corners of the mouth, and the spine extends out from the skin. There are bone spurs spreading on the arms, which are like sharp blades.

Like a Rakshasa.

"It is not easy to comprehend the Dao Realm. It is a pity that a mortal ant like you does not kneel down to worship me when you meet me. The cultivators of later generations really lack reverence."

The sharp claws were slightly curled up, and then they moved from top to bottom, pointing at Luo Qinghan from a distance in the sky.

"This god forgives your disrespect and will send you to death."

The flame suddenly appeared like a dragon, revealing its body from the sky. At this moment, the clouds in the sky were bright red, as if they were burning and boiling.

The heat wave came before the flames even started.

[No Lower Limit] There is no way to isolate this red-hot temperature.

Luo Qinghan still stood there.

The beautiful fair skin continued to turn red at this moment, and finally the whiteness disappeared and turned into bright red. The blood was vaporized and dissipated before it could flow out.

The blood-red turned into black-red, and the skin became bloody and distorted.

There is no retreat, because there is no chance.

Her petrified right arm could no longer be raised at this moment, so she stretched out her left hand, and the energy between her palms surged and turned into ice crystals.

This is her last bit of strength.

The blazing flames burned everything. The ice crystals she condensed melted as soon as they appeared. With her weak energy, she was completely unable to resist.

If you are in your prime, with plenty of energy and no injuries, it is not impossible to defeat the opponent.

Luo Qinghan thought silently.

She was unwilling to do so.

Just like before, I always feel unwilling.

But at the moment, there was no sign of resentment on his face, and his eyes were still calm, which was in sharp contrast to the Luo Qinghan of the past.

"Failed."

The woman said silently in her heart.

She no longer had any energy left, and finally put down her arms.

[No Bottom Line] blocked the burning flames.

At this moment, the raging flames stopped where they were.

This is [Time Zero].

But how long can it last?

Luo Qinghan looked at the surroundings wrapped in flames and saw no way out.

She couldn't help but sigh softly.

Time seemed to pass very slowly at this moment.

Is it because of [Time Zero]?
During this period of still time, Luo Qinghan's eyes flickered slightly.

What I saw was not the flame, but the scene of the past.

In the past, there was a girl using a branch as a sword standing coolly under the tree, and finally rescued her.

In the past... a young man walked calmly in front of her and took off the heads of the others.

past...

Ice crystals emerged from all directions and spread across the entire sea of ​​fire in an instant.

The burning flame actually took shape at this moment.

[Magic Powers: Big Red Lotus]

Luo Qinghan's eyes froze slightly, but his expression was somewhat stunned and confused.

Is this her magical power?
But I didn't use it.

The flames were frozen, and the figure surrounded by flames in the sky was stunned at first, and then a ferocious smile appeared in his eyes.

“You are still holding back? You, a mortal from later generations, really make this God…” His words were interrupted by a loud roar, and a muffled groan was heard from the sea of ​​fire, along with a familiar voice with disgust.

"Mundane in the future? You are a remnant of the old times, so don't come out and embarrass yourself."

The Rakshasa-like figure fell from high in the sky, but when it was about to touch the ground, it managed to stabilize its body and did not land in a mess.

At this moment, Rakshasa suddenly raised his head, with a fierce light in his eyes, and then he raised his hand, and flames swept across.

But as Luo Qinghan was watching, a man in an inky black robe fell from the sky, engulfed in flames, but he ignored it.

He stomped his feet suddenly, and under the burning flames, he stepped hard on the hideous face of the Rakshasa.

Starting from the two people's bodies, the dry ground began to crack inch by inch, and then suddenly sank into a deep depression.

Looking at the ferocious and ugly figure under his feet, Ye Wuyou's eyes showed undisguised disgust, and his aura burst out. He flipped his palm, the blade showed a dazzling light, and he chopped it down with his backhand.

The sword slashed out at close range with the force of wind and thunder. The surging flames suddenly died down, and the ice crystals condensed around them also turned into powder with a crackle.

The smoke and dust swept in, and was filled with heat waves.

Flames burst out from the ground like pillars, dispersing the vortex formed by the blade, and a figure rushed out in a panic.

"You are disrespectful to this God. You deserve to die!"

Ye Wuyou raised his eyes slightly and looked at the figure who had half escaped his knife. There was an extremely hideous scar on the opponent's chest, with flesh and blood turned out, but it did not cause any damage to him.

Should he be beheaded?
Ye Wuyou gestured with the blade, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the figure with a cold and awe-inspiring aura.

Luo Qinghan was still standing there, she didn't even notice when [Time Zero] was lifted.

Everything that just happened seemed so long, but the brief pause made her recall many past events.

And now the past fades away.

The young man covered in flames stood tall, holding a knife horizontally, blocking Luo Qinghan.

Only Luo Qinghan was left with his back.

The robe as black as the night was blown up by the sharp energy, and the scorching hot air and the boiling sea of ​​fire ignited everything.

The black robe was stained with flames, and wisps of flames hung on the cuffs, burning continuously.

This scene was reflected in Luo Qinghan's eyes.

Ye Wuyou noticed the gaze behind him, and also felt the other party's chaotic energy and embarrassed figure at the moment. He chuckled and did not look back.

"You don't read the message or reply to it, Luo Qinghan, you have become more capable."

The words fell into my ears.

For some reason, the previous tranquility and indifference in Luo Qinghan's eyes no longer existed at this moment, and the pain all over her body kept coming at this moment, the tingling, burning pain, and the feeling of fainting after the exhaustion of energy made her body tremble slightly, but she collapsed directly to the ground, with fine cold sweat on her forehead, and she couldn't speak at all.

Ye Wuyou raised his eyebrows slightly, wondering how this guy didn't even have the energy to argue and fight back, but he noticed his miserable appearance, especially the bloody mess on half of his cheek that was burned.

He frowned slightly.

The next moment, Ye Wuyou's body was covered in flames.

The voice was still echoing in the sky along with the flames.

The Rakshasa man had a ferocious look on his face, and a sea of ​​fire rose up along with his thoughts, burning everything and dominating the four directions.

"Lowly mortals of the future, this is the result of disrespecting this god. Regret it in pain and struggle!"

But then, the voice stopped.

Because there was a figure walking in the sea of ​​fire against the flames, and in just a moment, it had leaped in front of him.

The Rakshasa man's eyes paused for a moment, and then the blade of his elbow bone spur spread out.

But Ye Wuyou took the lead and covered his skull with his big hand. He exerted slight force with his fingertips, and a horrible cracking sound was heard.

The burning flames seemed to have no effect on Ye Wuyou at all.

The same is true.

The other party's realm is higher than his own, but his magical powers are almost all related to fire.

If not for this, Ye Wuyou might really have to put in some effort.

Can you play with fire?
Whether it is [Adaptation] or [Rebirth of Flesh and Blood], Ye Wuyou is not afraid of such flames.

What's more...

Looking at the faint fluorescent light attached to his [ghost].

[No limit] + [Ghost]

Ye Wuyou looked around.

This flame is far inferior to Pulao's original [Burning Sky] move.

Tiny black flames were flickering in those scarlet pupils. Just one glance and it was as if his blood was suppressed. The Rakshasa man almost stood still.

There was an indifferent voice.

"Tell me, are you worthy of being called a god?"

(End of this chapter)