Chapter 209 You Can't Escape This Time

"You can't escape this time!" Zixia's eyes were stained with scarlet, and her long black hair fell like a galaxy. Her fingertips brushed across Ye Fan's tense back, and the unique Dao rhythm of the innate Dao fetus turned into pink smoke, condensing into a substantial chain in the Goddess Furnace. "You were not so reserved when you undressed me in the ancient forbidden land of Beidou."

At this time, Ye Fan's eyes were a little blurry and he was somewhat out of control. His soul was unstable and his strong body was shaking slightly. It seemed that he couldn't even sit cross-legged.

However, he was an extraordinary person after all, with extraordinary talent and willpower. Two rays of wisdom flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly woke up.

But when he saw Zixia, Ye Fan's Adam's apple rolled, and the blood in his holy body surged like magma. Zixia's fading precious clothes turned into light rain, and the Dao patterns on her fair skin, each of which flowed with a trembling charm.

Zixia chuckled, and stepped forward with her jade feet on the ripples of the void. When her legs wrapped around Ye Fan's waist, the three thousand human desire lamps in the goddess furnace lit up at the same time, reflecting her like an innate charm spirit walking out of chaos, with holiness and enchantment intertwined in one.

At this moment, Zixia in Ye Fan's eyes became even more beautiful, dreamlike, and peerless. She was both a bodhisattva who saved all living beings and a demon who confused the people. The two completely different temperaments blended perfectly.

“Ye Fan~Ye Fan~Ye Fan~Ye Fan~~~~~~~” Four calls turned into substantial butterflies, drilling into his ears and exploding: “The first call will break your seal on the sea of ​​​​wheels, the second call will shatter your shackles in the palace of Taoism, the third call will free you from the shackles of transforming into a dragon, and the fourth call…” She exhaled like orchids, and lightly tapped his immortal platform secret realm with her fingertips, “I will burn through this stubborn stone of yours.”

Zixia's Six Desires Heavenly Art used the power of the Goddess Furnace, and the sound was like a devil's voice that pierced Ye Fan's ears and instantly broke through Ye Fan's last line of defense.

"Ah! Ye Fan, you are too weak. How come you have fallen into my trap all of a sudden? If you go on like this, you will sink into this state and there will be no hope of achieving enlightenment in the future!" Zixia whispered softly in Ye Fan's ear, but in this way she awakened his mind.

"Zixia! This is... here? Okay? See how I deal with you!" Ye Fan gritted his teeth. Although he looked kind but had a dark heart, he was a little overwhelmed at this moment. His eyes were red, and he suddenly grabbed Zixia's wrist with his backhand. The golden blood energy unique to the holy body turned into a divine chain of order, trapping this bold witch tightly.

"Remember this passage of the Zuowang Sutra!" Zixia didn't care. Instead, she bit her tongue. A strand of Dao fetus blood turned into a purple rune and sank into Ye Fan's brow. "Once the altar of the goddess furnace falls, it will be the time when yin and yang will meet and human desires will reach their peak. If you sink by then... you will be my toy!"

"Om-"

In the Goddess's furnace, an altar slowly descended, glowing all over, like a god descending. The names of Zixia and Ye Fan were engraved on the altar, connected by mysterious traces of Taoism, and running a terrifying aura.

"Human Desires!" Before Ye Fan finished speaking, Zixia's soft lips had already pressed against his chest, and the Six Desires Dao Marks rushed straight into his sea of ​​consciousness along his blood vessels. The names of the two people on the altar suddenly ignited with karmic fire, turning into red ropes that wrapped around each other's wrists.

The ancient altar roared, sending out ripples that pressed down. At this moment, a strange emotion rose in the hearts of both of them.

The ancient altar above was shaking continuously, emitting a distant sound of the Great Dao, reverberating like a bell, giving people the illusion of enlightenment. However, this was not true enlightenment, but the effect of the Great Dao of Human Desire. Even though Ye Fan silently recited the "Zuowang Sutra", he still felt it was hard to resist, his whole body was burning, and his blood was boiling.

All human beings have emotions and desires. This altar acts directly on the souls, guiding them into the realm of bliss.

Finally, the strange phenomenon in the furnace returned to calm. The two sat opposite each other, and although Ye Fan had tasted the taste, his eyes were still uncontrollably locked on Zixia.

"Daoist friend! Haven't you had enough fun yet? If you continue playing, your essence will not be enough!" Zixia waved her hand, and the Dao pattern in the Goddess Furnace condensed into a Dao robe, covering the infinitely beautiful scenery. Then, Zixia's face condensed, and she waved her hand again, and Ye Fan was instantly knocked out of the Goddess Furnace!
"Remember! Use the hibiscus branches to make up for the loss! I have some insights, and I will go into seclusion again!" Zixia's voice came from afar, with the same emotion.

In the dark space, the devouring power of the Eye of the North Sea was like an invisible hand, isolating everything from the outside world. Only the immortal Fusang sacred tree emitted a weak but lasting golden light, bringing a glimmer of life to this dead world. The golden light fell on Ye Fan, highlighting his slightly haggard face.

Ye Fan sat cross-legged under the Fusang sacred tree, his brows furrowed, his face full of complicated emotions. He smacked his lips and sighed deeply: "Is this a reverse push? Lost!"

His voice was low and helpless, with a hint of self-mockery. Although he was an ancient holy body with unparalleled potential and combat power, he was completely powerless in the face of Zixia's "fatal" means. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shook his head, with a bitter smile on his face.

However, he was not completely at a disadvantage. Feeling the changes in his own cultivation, Ye Fan found that his holy body seemed to have undergone some kind of wonderful transformation. The interaction between the two people's completely different Dao fruits not only made him understand the Dao more deeply, but he even felt that his physique had changed.

My mind is filled with endless insights into the Dao, but, but, but, ah? Why does my waist hurt a little?

He casually used his divine power to create a mirror, and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked haggard. Even when he fought to the last drop of blood, he had never been so embarrassed. The boy in the mirror had bloodshot eyes, his face was unusually red, and even his usually tenacious eyes showed a bit of fatigue.

"Practice!" Ye Fan slapped his thigh fiercely, a determined light flashing in his eyes, "I will take revenge in the future!"

Ye Fan sat cross-legged, with the golden branch of the sacred tree lying horizontally on his legs. This branch of the sacred tree contained the essence of the sun's fire, and was the supreme holy object given to him by the old man in green before he left. Each golden leaf emitted a blazing light, as if it could burn away all the filth in the world.

Between his eyebrows, nine ancient characters emerged one by one, each blooming a divine ring. Nine halos lingered around his body, as if the gods of the central Wuji Earth had descended. Under the light of the sacred tree, Ye Fan's skin appeared an almost transparent golden color, as if every inch of his flesh and blood was resonating with the sun's fire essence.

As time passed, Ye Fan practiced alone in silence. He was submerged in golden light, the branches in his hands gradually became shorter, and some of the leaves disappeared. Seven months later, he encountered a heavenly tribulation, and the scene was extremely terrifying.

Human-shaped lightning tore through the void, thunder roared down from the heavenly palace, and the phantom of the ancient palace suppressed the four poles. The power of the heavenly punishment did not weaken due to the isolation of the Eye of the North Sea, but became more violent due to the existence of the Fusang sacred tree. Ye Fan sat cross-legged in the divine ring, reflecting the Fusang tree not far away, and his whole body was as crystal clear as a jade carving.

Enlightenment!

Practice!

After the heavenly punishment disappeared, everything was silent. Ye Fan had no distracting thoughts, and he forgot about everything else. He could only wander and sublimate in the realm of Tao. He was aware of his own existence and realized it silently. This was the only thing he could do now.

Time flows slowly like water. Ye Fan stood still like a rock, the branches of the sacred tree in his hand became increasingly dim, and the golden leaves on the tree were almost all gone. The strands of the sun's origin holy power were absorbed into his body, and the branches of the sacred tree were almost completely refined by him.

It was just that Ye Fan was so absorbed in his practice that he didn't notice the changes in the Goddess Furnace that was not far from him.

(End of this chapter)