Xue Hong's words seemed to give Han Xuan a reassurance. Han Xuan's situation is very special now, and he knows nothing about the feeling of others being here, so he has always been highly vigilant against the nameless war saint here for the past three days, but it is completely different at this time. At least Han Xuan knows that in this fifth area, he is not in danger. As long as he does not make any major mistakes when converting the fire essence, there will be no problems.
At the same time, Han Xuan could see that Xue Hong was in a very good mood at this time. Perhaps because he had just broken through to the peak of the War Saint, he seemed to want someone to share this joy with him. Han Xuan obviously became the most suitable candidate here. However, although Xue Hong's move delayed Han Xuan a lot of time, Han Xuan did not show any impatience.
Xue Hong has not put on any airs of a master in front of Han Xuan since he fought, so Han Xuan would not mind chatting with him for a while. After all, chatting with this War Saint Powerful Man who grew up in the South Fire Empire since childhood can also increase Han Xuan's understanding of the South Fire Empire. Next, Han Xuan will have to stay in the South Fire Empire for a long time and may encounter many problems. Only by having enough understanding of this can you face it calmly. A War Saint Powerful Man must know much more than an ordinary cultivator, so this is also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Han Xuan.
When Xue Hong learned that Han Xuan had already visited the five empires, his interest became even greater. Han Xuan had nothing to hide from the fact that he had traveled to the five empires. There were many monks on the mainland who would travel around. There were definitely more than Han Xuan who had been to all the five empires, and there were quite a few. Of course, Han Xuan would not say anything about finding the origin. He just casually told some interesting stories on the way, which also made Xue Hong very excited.
"It's great that you can get so many places. Unlike me, I have the cultivation level of the War Saint but can only stay at home and never go anywhere. I also want to live a life like you, walk around, and maybe I can improve my cultivation faster if I feel better." I don't know how many times Xue Hong sighed to Han Xuan.
"Brother Bao, it's not easy to live a long life in Wuding. The monks outside will not be as harmonious as those of you Nanhuo Empire. It is common for them to intrigue and even fight for a small amount of selfish interests. It's so good that you can have your own home for you to protect. Why bother to suffer? I've already thought about it. After I finish everything, I'll find a good place to settle down and never go anywhere. Live a peaceful life with my relatives."
Han Xuan is not old and is still a 19-year-old boy. But what he said at this time made Xue Hong feel a heavy feeling of vicissitudes. In conjunction with Han Xuan's haggard appearance after changing his face, Xue Hong even believed that Han Xuan must have experienced many painful hardships.
Speaking of Han Xuan's face, Rong Dan was slightly sick in his face, but he was unable to hide his true age from the vitality and breath of a person's body. Xue Hong locked Han Xuan for so long and naturally saw his age, otherwise he would not be so interested. At this time, Xue Hong was afraid that his words would remind Han Xuan of some bad memories, so he hurriedly said: "By the way, brother Han Feng, I have been talking for so long but I don't know where you are from. If I asked you to choose now, I don't know where you would choose to live?"
"Oh, my home is in the Western Jin Empire, which is very remote. Even the people from the Western Jin Empire may not know it. But after traveling to the five empires, I always feel that it is better to have a clear four seasons. If I were asked to choose, I would definitely go back to the small mountain village that will always be peaceful and peaceful."
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Xuan seemed to be in deep memories. Han Xuan really missed homesome now, and even more missed the father and mother who had always loved him who had been extracted from his soul by the demon race. Han Xuan embarked on the road of cultivation for hatred. Over the years, he tried hard to make himself stronger just to wipe out the demon race and find his parents one day. Now there are countless people from the demon race who died because of him. But whenever Han Xuan thinks of the bizarre death of his parents and the whole village, Han Xuan will still involuntarily fall into sorrow.
Xue Hong didn't know the reason, but the conversation, which was originally very ordinary, evoked the deepest memories in Han Xuan's heart. Not only did he not let Han Xuan get out as expected, but instead made Han Xuan's soul wail in the memories again.
Han Xuan's eyes gradually became blurred, and he kept looking into the distance. His soul broke out with deep sorrow, as if he was about to find his parents who were missing. Xue Hong, who was standing beside him, didn't know why Han Xuan suddenly got lost just now, and even the slightly blurred soul ran out. Xue Hong said inwardly: "No."
If Han Xuan was allowed to do this, his vague soul body would disappear soon. Xue Hong did not hesitate and immediately rushed out his soul power and covered Han Xuan's soul in it, preventing him from leaving. At the same time, the soul power pressed most of Han Xuan's soul, which had already left his body, into his body, and roared: "Brother Han Feng, wake up, what's wrong with you?"
The sound transmissions several times seemed to be a mud bull that never returned. The ones that were exchanged for Han Xuan's three souls were fought back. Xue Hong only felt that Han Xuan's soul, who had just been suppressed back, suddenly struggled, and his soul power attacked him like a tide. A strong murderous intent from the soul made Xue Hong feel cold.
How could he have thought that a small cultivator who only had the cultivation level of a warrior would have a powerful soul that was equal to him. He kindly wanted to save his soul, but in a flash he even fell into crisis. But Xue Hong had no choice but to continue to use tough means to suppress Han Xuan's soul. Otherwise, once the soul power is retracted, he will be fatal counterattacked by Han Xuan's soul, and then the threat will become his own sea of consciousness.
Xue Hong's soul power had no choice but to fight against Han Xuan. At the same time, he was still trying hard to transmit the voice and shouting Han Xuan, hoping to wake up, but it never worked. The only response to him was Han Xuan's soul impact that was so crazy that he did not care about his losses. Xue Hong, who was bitter in his heart, could only sigh in his heart: "It's hard to be a good person, it's really thankless."
Just when Xue Hong thought he would be exhausted, Han Xuan's soul attack suddenly stopped. Xue Hong was immediately shocked. Thinking that Han Xuan had signs of awakening, he quickly took advantage of the opportunity to suppress his soul power, trying to press Han Xuan's soul back to the sea of consciousness. In this way, the crisis between the two people could be solved.
But Xue Hong's plan had just been unfolded. Before he could be happy, he found that the soul power pressed by his army seemed to hit an iron plate. Not only did he fail to make the opponent's soul power retreat as he imagined, but his soul power trembled, and even his soul power temporarily lost control. The soul power that was still rushing forward collided with the soul power that had been blocked. Xue Hong no longer cared about checking the condition of his soul and immediately began to guide his already chaotic soul power to avoid excessive fluctuations in his soul power causing greater trauma to the soul.
Xue Hong was unable to protect himself now, but there was no time to think about Han Xuan. But at this moment, Xue Hong's soul suddenly felt a huge force coming from Han Xuan, who had already calmed down. He didn't know what had happened, but his soul power was forcibly smashed back into his body and entered the sea of consciousness. Xue Hong felt pain in his brain, and dizziness almost made him fall to the ground, and even felt extremely difficult to stand.