Logically speaking, Zhao Yun should have been burned to ashes by such a fire, and his soul should have been extinguished. However, Zhao Yun did not die. Waves of burnt stench poured into Zhao Yun's burnt throat from his burnt nostrils, but he couldn't even let out a cough.
He could not move at all, but his consciousness was extremely clear. He struggled to experience the feast of the burning flames.
The Mighty Fighting Divine Sword turned into ashes in the raging flames. Even though he endured the pain of despair, his sword was gone and his soul was extinguished in an instant. However, the flames on Zhao Yun's body burned more and more fiercely. The extreme pain of burning skin and burning heart was like a hungry ghost screaming miserably, constantly entangling and tormenting Zhao Yun's soul.
"How is it? Is it an unforgettable taste that is engraved in your bones? Tsk tsk, it's not too late to choose to kneel down and surrender. This is the last mercy I'll give you. " The old voice came out of nowhere again. The surrounding sea of fire made a clamor of complacent and mocking faces, celebrating the pleasure of tormenting Zhao Yun.
"Rest????? Yes! "Although Zhao Yun could not speak, he still made an unwavering voice.
This voice came from his indomitable heart. It was recited with his unyielding willpower, announcing his eternal oath that he would not bow his head.
"Oh? A dead duck is still stubborn? Then let the Raging Flames Killing Array find out the true cowardice in your heart. It won't be long before you realize how ignorant and meaningless your stubbornness is. Remember my words, only by surrendering can you be saved! Tsk tsk! "
The laughter was even hotter than the flames. It crushed Zhao Yun's heart, trying to break through his last line of defense.
"No, I won't bow my head! How can the pain of the raging flames make me give up my pride? "
The cry in the deepest part of Zhao Yun's heart was on the verge of collapse. His last valiance allowed him to withstand the burning of the flames.
Even if his hands had turned into charcoal, even if his face had withered, even if his thighs had turned into ashes.
"Heh, it's still not enough. Even if it's a hundred times more painful, I won't choose to give up!"
Unexpectedly, the corners of his mouth curled into a contemptuous smile.
You want me to surrender with just this? It was truly laughable.
I'm Zhao Yun!
I want to save Shixiong! I want to save Qing 'er and Lan' er!
No one can stop my footsteps, not even this boundless and raging flame.
"Wei Dou, I know you're here, right? Come out. "
Zhao Yun concentrated her thoughts and called out affectionately in her mind, but she couldn't get any slight response from the divine sword.
However, Zhao Yun was not discouraged in the slightest. Despite the heart-wrenching flames burning his soul, he continued to summon the divine sword with his mind. Because he believed in Wei Dou, just like he believed in himself.
"Wei Dou will not be easily burned by the raging flames, and I will not be easily defeated. Heh heh, all of this is just an illusion! "
"Oh? You actually know that this is an illusion? Amazing, young man. You've really made me look at you in a new light. After suffering for two hours in the raging flames killing array, you can still be so clear-headed. I really can't help but applaud you. But what I want to ask is, do you have a way to break my illusion array? Hmph, this show is getting more and more interesting. Anyway, I have a lot of time. I will guard until the end. The more stubborn you are now, the more servile you will be in the end, like a panicked dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy in front of me. Heh heh! "
"How dare you play with me like this. I will definitely make you die a horrible death!"
Zhao Yun answered without hesitation. Although his soul was rolling in the sea of flames, he was still proud of his tenacity.
How could such a proud person be frightened by such a small pain?
There might be people in this world who could defeat Zhao Yun with martial strength, but no one could force Zhao Yun to bow his head in terms of willpower. These flames seemed to be rampant and seemed to have the upper hand, but they were unable to occupy Zhao Yun's mind and destroy his perseverance.
"Hualala!" The fire became more and more violent, and Zhao Yun's body was finally completely engulfed by the flames. Only his head was still firmly holding on to his beliefs.
"I am Zhao Yun! I can't lose! "
"I want to save Senior Brother. I want to save Qing 'er and Lan' er!"
"Wei Dou, good brother. These flames are so rampant and bully people. Let's fight side by side again. Let's break the heavens and let them return it a hundred times over. How about it?"
Time and time again, he called out and resisted stubbornly. He actually forgot the burning pain, and only his unwavering will remained.
The owner of the old voice no longer had a trace of relaxation on his face. His face was filled with disbelief and awe, "No one has ever been able to persist to such an extent in the Raging Inferno Killing Array. Seven days and seven nights have passed in the illusion. Not only can Zhao Yun keep his soul intact, but his will to win is also becoming stronger and stronger. How did he do it? How can there be such a terrifying person in this world? He is unyielding. It seems that my Raging Inferno Killing Array is going to fail. "
Those complacent words suddenly flashed back, turning into sharp bayonets that repeatedly cut his senile face. So painful! So bitter! The signs of failure filled his mind, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Fortunately, his premonition didn't cause him to be stabbed in the face again. At practically the same instant, the Raging Inferno Killing Array underwent a shocking change. The boundless flames actually strangely parted to form a wide path, and it was like a group of trembling chickens and pottery dogs that were curled up as they silently waited for the arrival of their king.
"Roar!"
Amidst a shocking dragon roar, a one meter eight inch long ink black sword descended from the sky. Its might suppressed the flames that filled the sky, and it revealed a majestic aura. It looked down arrogantly and was insufferably arrogant.
Mighty Battle Divine Sword!
"Good brother, you've returned!"
Zhao Yun let out a long laugh. He stretched out his hand and grasped Mighty Battle tightly in his palm. At the same time, his body that had been burned to ashes miraculously returned to its original appearance. The Golden Thread Treasured Robe and the Cloud Sun Brocade Robe were also intact on his body.
Zhao Yun knew that in this battle of wills, he had already won completely.
"It's time for them to taste the feeling of wishing they were dead!"
With a wave of his sword, he executed the move "Snowflakes of Mount Yan Mountain as a Grand Banquet" at will, and a snow-white lotus bloomed on the tip of his sword. This snowflake was a kind of arrogance, a kind of determination, a determination without fear or regret. It danced wildly and drifted down leisurely. The illusion was instantly broken, and the sea of flames had vanished without a trace.
"Hmph, Zhao Yun, you're very amazing. Next, taste the delicacy of the Myriad Blade Array! "
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