Sun and Moon Are Wrong: Traveling Through Time from Under One Person

Chapter 107 Zhao Yan's First Half of Life

Zhao Yan smiled at Meng Ning, but he felt unhappy.

The next moment, the sword in his hand grew bigger and longer, and he slashed across Meng Ning's body, bringing out wisps of white gas.

There was no real feeling of the slashing attack in his hand. Knowing that this move was useless, Zhao Yan continued to transform the blood, forming a solid giant bell that tightly wrapped Meng Ning from top to bottom.

When the giant bell fell to the ground and a shocking sound was heard, Zhao Yan once again tightened his fingers and caused countless blood thorns to emerge from the giant bell and shuttle back and forth through Meng Ning's body.

In this case, let’s see how you resist!

Even the body of a magic corpse would not be able to withstand such intensive attacks.

Seeing Meng Ning trapped, the big-headed Taoist raised his umbrella and stepped forward to fight with Zhao Yan, but in the first round of their fight.

Suddenly, spots of purple and silver light appeared on the surface of the giant bell, and the next moment the bell shattered into countless blood clots.

Zhao Yan was shocked when he saw this. This trick couldn't trap the young man in front of him. Could he be immortal?

Meng Ning, who had escaped from the trap, blinked slightly and spoke to Zhao Yan, who was fighting fiercely.

"Brother Yan, you have already used two moves, it's my turn now!"

Before he finished speaking, countless golden sword blades appeared out of thin air and slashed towards Zhao Yan. Datou was shocked when he saw this and quickly dodged to avoid being accidentally hurt by Meng Ning's sword.

Big Head: (This method is the same attack method used to kill the beastly corpse just now. I always thought it was Zhao Yan who did it, but I didn’t expect it was the greedy boy in white clothes in front of me!)

Zhao Yan felt a chill in his heart when facing the countless giant blades strangling him. This move was a precise attack from Meng Ning and the past that penetrated the future. It was very tricky and difficult to dodge.

Even if he faced such a well-timed attack, he couldn't dodge it. What should he do?

I can only run and change my shape!

The next moment, Zhao Yan disappeared from the air in an instant, leaving only a bloody little man in place.

Zhao Yan suddenly appeared in front of the bright light on the coast. He looked very embarrassed now, not as carefree as he was when he just left.

Hao Guang: "What...what happened?"

Facing Hao Guang's question, Zhao Yan replied with an embarrassed smile.

"I've run into a powerful character. It's a bit tricky. Let's avoid him first."

Hao Guang: "You think it's difficult? Is there anyone in Sanchuan Town who can make you feel difficult?"

Zhao Yan touched his head, seeming to feel a little embarrassed.

"It was a young man in white. I don't know why my tricks had no effect on him."

Hao Guang: "Young man in white...it has no effect. Is it that when you are fighting against an enemy, his aura is like a floating white cloud?"

Zhao Yan nodded: "Yes, that's right, just like a white cloud. Have you seen him?"

Hao Guang: (It seems that he is fighting against his senior brother. I didn’t expect that Zhao Yan couldn’t defeat Coal Ball. I don’t know how strong he is now!)

Hao Guang: "I only met him once on the street. I have never seen anyone with completely white hair, so I was deeply impressed."

Zhao Yan nodded: "Yes, this guy not only has white hair, but his Kung Fu is also very strange."

Hao Guang: "Have you figured out how to defeat him?"

Zhao Yan lowered his head and thought carefully, and came to a conclusion after a moment.

"I am ready to display my true magical power and break all laws with force!"

The next second, Zhao Yan disappeared from Hao Guang's sight again, and this time was a little different. Zhao Yan, with full firepower, also took away the complete little man who stayed on the shore to monitor Hao Guang, leaving only a half-body little man.

This half-body man has a different function from the bloody man just now. Half of it contains the inheritance of Wangchuan Academy of Arts and has been eaten by Hao Guang.

As for the other half, all the memories of Zhao Yan when he was still a human being are preserved.

Seeing Zhao Yan leaving, Hao Guang bit his lip and worried secretly.

He went to his senior brother's place, but his senior brother seems to be able to hold on, so I don't have to worry. However, he seemed to be using his real strength just now.

Can you hold on from now on, brother?

Hao Guang didn’t know that all the magic skills of Wangchuan Academy were in Hao Guang’s mind. He only knew how powerful Zhao Yan was who could use all of them!

No, I have to go help my brother and find the talisman left by the Immortal King Wangba as soon as possible!

After saying that, Hao Guang suddenly complained to the half-finished figure in front of him.

"My little man, my stomach hurts! I must have eaten something strange. Please help me take a look!"

The half of the little man who was left was ordered by Zhao Yan to take care of Haoguang in front of him, so he naturally obeyed his request and immediately leaned to Haoguang's mouth and looked into his throat.

Hao Guang: "Yes, closer, closer."

Just when the villain was close to his teeth, Hao Guang bit the bloody villain and swallowed it into his stomach.

Although he didn't know if it would work, the opportunity was golden. Zhao Yan was held back by his senior brother and couldn't return, so he also dealt with the villain himself.

I must hurry up and find the two magical talismans left by Jiang Mingzi!

Hao Guang made a prompt decision and ran towards the boulder, but on the way, the swallowed little man who contained Zhao Yan's past memories began to be digested by Hao Guang.

Images began to flash through Hao Guang’s mind. They were Zhao Yan’s past, Zhao Yan’s life, Zhao Yan’s helplessness and struggle, love, hate and desire!

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In the distant past, the setting sun was as red as blood. In a small town in a remote mountain area, Zhao Yan was born with a loud cry that echoed through the mountains and forests.

Zhao Yan was undoubtedly happy when he was young. Although his family was poor, his parents loved him very much.

The scenes of his mother driving the donkey to grind flour and his father using the freshly ground flour to make dough figurines for his younger sister filled Zhao Yan's entire happy childhood.

It was a happy time.

But happiness is always short-lived.

Suddenly that year there was a severe drought, a locust plague, war and chaos, and an era of madness and chaos was like a torrent that swept across the world, crushing everything.

In front of the flood, Zhao Yan's family was not even a small boat; they were just duckweed that was swept to pieces.

The first thing the severe drought brought was hunger, and too many people died of starvation.

Hunger is like a fire burning deep in people's hearts. When people have nothing left for this fire to burn, it will come out and burn everything they have.

This flame drives people to eat everything they can see, green leaves, bark, soil, insects and even their loved ones.

Gradually, incidents of cannibalism became more and more numerous and common.

Eating one's own children is the bottom line for people to survive as human beings, but that's all.

My younger sister, father, and mother starved to death one after another.

Zhao Yan remembers that the last words his father said to him were.

"Yan'er, don't let them pick up Daddy's body. You have to keep it. You have to live."

Zhao Yan was an obedient child. He followed his father's last wish and lived for food.

Relying on his father's relics, Zhao Yan persisted for a long time until he arrived at the bank of Sanchuan.

He successfully found a water source, and with water came food. But he ran out of ammunition and food and could not wait for the day when food would grow.

He is going to die.

Just when he was on the verge of death, Zhao Yan saw a fairy in the sky, and next to the fairy stood a noble immortal.

Compared with the two people in front of him, Zhao Yan at this time was like a wild dog.

Take me away, immortal, take me away from this purgatory, take me to see my parents.

But the fairy did not extradite Zhao Yan, but instead handed him two large cakes.

The fairy brought life, but also aroused Zhao Yan's jealousy. He did not fall in love with the fairy, but "jealousy turned into hatred!"

With abundant energy and blood, well-dressed, and looking happy and carefree as if free in the world, this is the normal state of most seekers of the Dharma.

But Zhao Yan didn't understand why?

In this land of thousands of miles of starving people, why are there a group of immortals with great magical powers, why is there a high and mighty immortal sect that can live freely and happily, and can treat the millions of starving people in their own village as grass?

Why do they ignore us?

His younger sister starved to death, his father starved to death, and his mother starved to death. Zhao Yan couldn't help but feel hatred when he thought of how they looked before they died.

Hate God, hate the immortals who live happily in this world, and hate the injustice of heaven!

He wants revenge, he wants to change his life!

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