Chapter 410 Picking up a young immortal as a fiancé (6)

"A stunning and brilliant genius in the immortal realm."

"A beloved disciple of the teachers."

"A brilliant talent among the young generation."

...

A hoarse and gloomy voice slowly listed his honors over the years, the teachers who had high hopes for him, the junior brothers and sisters who admired him and used him as a model for everything, and the outsiders who admired his talent. The voices of

these people echoed one by one in this pitch-black space. The strange magic seemed to split the soul of the person trapped in it into countless parts, tempting him to indulge in the glorious moments at different times.

But Wen Xing never wavered.

A layer of azure light appeared around him, blocking the invasion of darkness.

Wen Xing knew that in the end, it was just a fight to the death for him. He was only thirteen years old, and even if he was a genius, he had no chance of winning against a five-hundred-year-old monster.

The Hundred-Eyed Monster was also very clear about this. As long as the boy's will was worn down a little bit, it would be a matter of time before it devoured him.

"Wen Xing, are you willing?" There was a sigh in the voice of the Hundred-Eyed Monster. "With your talent, you will definitely achieve something that will be recorded in history books in the near future, but you are going to die now. When people die, there is nothing left."

Wen Xing closed his eyes and rested his mind, without responding.

His character is indeed much more stable than those of his peers. Even though he is imprisoned, he can still remain calm. No matter what the Hundred-Eyed Demon says, he turns a deaf ear to it.

The Hundred-Eyed Demon, however, did not intend to give up. "You are insisting on something in your heart now, but it is only because of the pedantic teachings of the Immortal Realm. You feel that you are taken care of by your teachers, so you cannot disappoint their expectations. But have you ever thought about what will happen after you die?"

The Hundred-Eyed Demon's tone revealed sympathy. "After you die, your friends and your master will only be sad for a moment. They will soon choose another disciple to replace you for the sake of the long-term

glory of the master's school." "Wen Xing, it won't be long before no one will remember that you died for upholding the righteousness of the sect." The Hundred-Eyed Demon said sympathetically: "Besides, is your teacher's favor to you unconditional?"

"They just fancy your talent."

"If you are just an ordinary cultivator, you are no different from those ordinary disciples who can be expelled from the sect at will."

"Wen Xing, you are still young, you must not understand that the love in this world cannot be really unrequited. The time and energy they invest in you are just for you to work hard for the fairyland. Everyone around you treats you out of nothing more than the word "interest".

Across the rippling blue water, only the figure of the young man inside can be vaguely seen, like a pine tree, motionless. As for his expression, it is unclear.

The layer of water mist outside is being worn away by the darkness, and the figure inside is becoming clearer and clearer.

Wen Xing's sword-holding hand moved slightly, and suddenly, there was a little starlight in his eyes. He raised his hand and caught the falling spark. Before the spark landed on his palm, it was turned into a mist by the water mist on his body.

The Hundred-Eyed Demon laughed and said, "Wen Xing, it's a pity that you have a reputation as a talent at a young age. Now you are about to die, but no one can save you. If the old men in the fairyland knew that their precious apprentice died in my hands, they would be furious... cough!"

The Hundred-Eyed Demon suddenly fell into pain.

In the darkness, a faint flame came from far away. Although the flame was as thin as a rope, it penetrated very quickly. The cut gap had no time to close immediately, and the girl in the green skirt had taken the opportunity to run over quickly.

"Wen Xing!"

The hundred-eyed monster was completely enraged, "You little yellow-haired girl, you're looking for death!"

Hundreds of eyes opened at the same time, looking at the thin girl. The dense crowd of eyes was enough to make people feel numb, and now they were glaring at each other, and the eyeballs inside seemed to fall out of the bulging eyes at any time, and the disgusting and terrifying sense of oppression increased sharply.

And the limbs that kept rising and falling in the black flesh, like mantises, all emerged. The twisted limbs were still covered with sharp barbs. If they were touched lightly, a thick layer of flesh would fall off at best.

The dark blue water curtain dispersed, and the sword array hidden in it expanded in the blink of an eye. The flying swords shone everywhere, and flames appeared when they intersected with the limbs that were like a dense net and were shrouded by Bai Yao.

It turned out that Wen Xing had never intended to sit and wait for death from the beginning. The Hundred-Eyed Monster tried to wear down his will, and he was also spending his mind to cast the Thousand

Swords Array. This was a high-level secret method of the Immortal Realm. He had just formed a pill, and using the sword array was far beyond his ability. He did this with the idea of ​​dying together with the Hundred-Eyed Monster, but he never expected that Bai Yao would appear.

Wen Xing landed in front of Bai Yao, swung his sword to block a piece of the sharp blade on the Hundred-Eyed Monster, and soon he was unsteady and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Bai Yao grabbed his arm, without even asking him how badly he was hurt. She controlled the flame, cutting into the darkness and burning a small passage.

At the same time, Bai Yao dragged Wen Xing with one hand and ran after the flame, while with the other hand she smashed the pearls on her head, the longevity lock on her neck, the bracelet on her left wrist, and the accessories around her waist.

Her spiritual power had not yet recovered, and even if she drank more blood, she could not create a second fire dragon that could burn everything.

This was when the accessories she had bought at a high price came in handy.

The flame in front devoured the jewelry inlaid with spiritual stones, and its size suddenly became huge. A small fire thread turned into a "fire snake", burning the small entrance even bigger, and finally reached the point where one person could pass through.

She dragged Wen Xing in front and back.

Wen Xing coughed, and a trace of blood oozed out of the corner of his lips. Because of the backlash, his body did not have much strength, and he relied entirely on Bai Yao to pull him forward.

Bai Yao panted, "You must hold on. If the eldest disciple of the Immortal Realm dies in our Yuheng Sect, then even if we sell Yuheng Sect, we can't afford it!"

Wen Xing was originally seriously injured, but now he couldn't help laughing when he heard it, "My worth is not that valuable."

Bai Yao glanced at him.

The boy's face was pale, his white clothes were stained with blood, his hair was a mess, and he looked frail, but his character was not damaged.

She had discovered before that he didn't care about his own life as much as a normal person, but instead believed that other material things were far more important than his life.

Bai Yao grabbed him and moved forward, avoiding the sharp blades that stretched out from both sides again and again. She said: "For those who care about you, you are a priceless treasure."