Chapter 1682 Don’t Talk Too Much

"Wait a moment!"

Lin Huan pulled Bai Yanran and shouted while retreating.

"What else do you have to say?!"

Feng Yuanzheng pointed his sword at Lin Huan and asked, suppressing the killing intent in his body.

Lin Huan took a deep breath and said with a look of helplessness on his face: "I can save Miss Zhao first."

"Oh?" Feng Yuanzheng raised his eyebrows and asked in disbelief: "Is this true?"

Lin Huan nodded solemnly and said: "Take it seriously, you must take it seriously. First of all, let me declare that I am not afraid of you. I just don't want to see Miss Zhao continue to suffer."

"Are you so kind?" Feng Yuanzheng obviously didn't believe what Lin Huan said.

Bai Yanran raised her eyebrows and expressed doubts about Lin Huan's words.

Lin Huan spread his hands and said helplessly: "Miss Zhao and I have known each other for a while, and we are considered friends. How can I bear to see her suffer?"

"If we fight later and we end up dead together, who will save Zhao Xiao... Hey, hey, hey, why are you looking at me like this? I am also in the supreme realm now, okay?"

Feng Yuanzheng sneered and said: "Humph, you have just entered the Supreme Realm, and I have already entered the middle stage of the Supreme Realm. The gap between you and me is just like the earth and the sky..."

"Tsk" Lin Huan also sneered and interrupted: "Don't talk too much, so as not to get slapped in the face."

Feng Yuanzheng's expression changed, and he was about to get angry when Lin Huan waved his hand and said, "But who wants you and me to have a master-disciple fight? I won't give you the chance to be slapped in the face."

"Lin Huan!" Feng Yuanzheng roared angrily, raised his sword and struck at Lin Huan.

Lin Huan's expression changed slightly, and he took Bai Yanran and fled the place.

Almost as soon as the two figures disappeared from the place, the golden sword energy whizzed past, and Lin Huan was frightened for a while: "Damn, if it had been a little later, my head would be in a different place by now, right?"

Bai Yanran was also frightened. She gritted her teeth and said, "Don't anger Master anymore. He is too possessed now and will kill someone at the slightest provocation!"

At this moment, Feng Yuanzheng slashed several swords at the two of them, each one more urgent and faster than the other!

Lin Huan looked stern and pulled Bai Yanran to dodge around while shouting: "Hey, hey, hey, do you still want to save Zhao Yueyuan?"

As soon as the words "Zhao Yueyuan" were spoken, the murderous aura in Feng Yuanzheng weakened a few points.

Feng Yuanzheng took a deep breath, suppressed the killing intent in his heart and said, "Stop playing tricks!"

Lin Huan looked stern and nodded.

As Bai Yanran said, the current Feng Yuanzheng is no longer the former Feng Yuanzheng.

In the past, even if Lin Huan mocked Feng Yuanzheng a few words, Feng Yuanzheng would just show off and would not really kill him, but just now...if it weren't for Lin Huan's quick dodge, he would have been broken into eight pieces by now!

"Where is Miss Zhao?"

Lin Huan calmed down and asked.

"Come with me."

Feng Yuanzheng turned around and flew towards the Holy See.

Soon Lin Huan and Bai Yanran arrived at the secret room on the second floor of the church.

When Larry O'Neill and Anthony Fast saw Bai Yan, they were stunned for two or three seconds.

"You all wait outside, Lin Huan follow me in." After Feng Yuanzheng finished speaking, he led Lin Huan into the secret room.

"What is this?"

Seeing Zhao Yueyuan lying in the ice coffin, Lin Huan was a little confused. Could it be that Zhao Yueyuan was dead?

"The ice-coffin, a sacred object of the Holy See, can lock a person's vitality."

Feng Yuanzheng explained in a concise and concise manner.

"Well...that's it." Lin Huan nodded, walked closer to check, and then said: "No outsiders can be present when the curse is lifted. Please go out first."

Feng Yuanzheng's expression changed, and he ducked in front of Lin Huan, trying to grab him by the collar.

Lin Huan quickly dodged his grasp and said with a smile: "Don't be so excited. Since I came here, I really want to save Miss Zhao. If you believe me, let me save you. If you don't believe me, Let's just have a fight, but..."

"If you do something here, you will accidentally hurt Miss Zhao. Will you bear it?"

As soon as these words came out, Feng Yuanzheng's expression changed slightly.

The space in this place is small, and both of them are powerful in the Supreme Realm. If they fight, the energy inspired by them can destroy this place. Zhao Yueyuan is already at the stage of losing her vitality. If she is injured again, the consequences will be disastrous!

"Is this why you asked me to bring you here?"

Feng Yuanzheng asked with a murderous look on his face.

"Half and half, I really want to save Zhao Yueyuan, it depends on what you do."

Lin Huan said with a smile.

He knew that he was no match for Feng Yuanzheng now, so he came up with this method.

Zhao Yueyuan is the only person in the world who can stop Feng Yuanzheng from taking action. With her by his side, Feng Yuanzheng would not dare to take action at will.

Lin Huan can use this time to integrate the divine personality as quickly as possible, and at the same time drag Feng Yuanzheng here, killing two birds with one stone!

As long as Lin Huan completely integrates the dark godhead, Feng Yuanzheng will never be his opponent!

Feng Yuanzheng stared at Lin Huan for a long time, and finally nodded and said: "Okay, I'll go out, but I will observe your every move outside. You'd better not play any tricks."

Lin Huan waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I just need to make some preparations. When I'm ready, it will only take a matter of minutes to lift the curse on Miss Zhao."

Feng Yuanzheng snorted coldly, glanced at Zhao Yueyuan in the ice hanging coffin, and then turned around and left the secret room.

As soon as Feng Yuanzheng left, Lin Huan breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around and looked at Zhao Yueyuan in the ice coffin, lost in thought.

To lift the curse on Zhao Yueyuan, Lin Huan only needs to use the power of the dark godhead in her body.

After all, the person who cursed Zhao Yueyuan was the consciousness of the Dark God. To untie the bell, someone had to tie it, and Lin Huan was equivalent to that person.

"Miss Zhao, it's not that I don't want to help you get out of the sea of ​​misery as soon as possible, but I want to prepare for defeating Feng Yuanzheng. Please bear with it a little longer."

Lin Huan sighed secretly in his heart, then sat cross-legged on the ground and began to integrate the dark godhead.

When he first obtained the Dark Godhead, Lin Huan was in a coma for three days and three nights. During these three days and three nights, he integrated one-tenth of the Dark Godhead.

From the time he came out of the palace of the gods to now, he has only integrated less than 1% of the divine personality, and has made almost no progress.

Because of this, Lin Huan was no match for Feng Yuanzheng, who had integrated nearly half of the killing godhead.

With the example of Feng Yuanzheng in front of him, Lin Huan was wondering if he could do something to speed up the fusion of the Dark Godhead?

Being immersed in killing can accelerate the fusion of the killing godhead, so how can he be immersed in darkness?

Dark...dark...

Outside the door, Bai Yanran, Larry O'Neill, and Anthony Fast were holding their breath, not even daring to breathe a sigh of relief.

Feng Yuanzheng, on the other hand, had his hands behind his back and his eyes closed tightly, as if he was closing his eyes or thinking about something.

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Yuanzheng opened his eyes and asked, "Where is Medusa during the day?"