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Chapter 231 Fierce Fight

“Soul Devouring Poison Flame!!”

Lin Zixiao looked at the ice-blue spiritual flame in Qin Ming's hand and couldn't help but blurt out in surprise.

"I can't believe it! Fellow Daoist Qin is indeed a man of extraordinary luck."

"It turns out that the person who took away the other two treasures in the light shield in the secret realm of the Yunze Great Wilderness Ruins was actually Fellow Daoist Qin."

Qin Ming's soul-devouring poisonous flame had previously devoured the second-order magic fire of Lin Zixiao's companion, and he then fused his own foundation-building innate true fire with it for a ritual.

Today, the Soul-Devouring Poison Flame has also advanced to the upper level of the second stage, and is only one step away from breaking through to the third stage.

If he and Lin Zixiao could decide the winner today, perhaps his Soul Devouring Poison Flame could be advanced to the third level.

As for Lin Zixiao recognizing his soul-devouring poisonous flame at a glance, it was also within his expectations.

After all, when Lin Zixiao obtained the magic inheritance from the ruins, I think there must have been some mention or introduction to the Soul-Devouring Poisonous Flame.

"That's right, didn't Fellow Daoist Lin also obtain the relic inheritance right under the noses of several major sects?" Qin Ming also said frankly.

Lin Zixiao's eyes flickered. He had just killed three cultivators who had reached the Perfect Foundation Establishment stage with lightning speed, while Qin Ming watched the entire process without any change in his expression. He stared at Qin Ming but could not see through him.

He suddenly recalled that Qin Ming was the only cultivator who had almost killed him in all his years of exploring the magic world.

He knew clearly that the other party was not an ordinary foundation-building cultivator and could not be judged by common sense.

"Over the years, I have heard many legendary stories about Fellow Daoist Qin."

"Outsiders only know that Fellow Daoist Qin is a highly skilled spiritual plant master, but not good at fighting."

"I'm afraid that's a big mistake."

"Actually, Fellow Daoist Qin's true cultivation level isn't low, right?"

"In addition, I have a very puzzling question."

"How did Fellow Daoist Qin see through my disguise?"

Qin Ming had no interest in arguing with him.

"Friend Lin, there is no point in saying more."

"How is your cultivation? We'll know the truth after we see it with our own hands."

After saying this, Qin Ming's eyes became sharp, and the soul-devouring poisonous flame in his hand suddenly transformed into an ice-blue firebird, emitting a breathtaking aura.

Seeing Qin Ming taking action, Lin Zixiao's eyes also turned cold. The Qingluo Demon Fire in his hand once again turned into a flying winged ghost, whimpering and pouncing towards Qin Ming.

boom!
Bang!
Two high-level spiritual fires, one blue and one black, suddenly collided with each other in the air!
Countless flames flew in all directions, and terrifying waves resounded through the sky.

For a moment, the two spiritual flames were evenly matched and entangled in mid-air, as if they would not stop until they devoured each other.

The demonic energy around Lin Zixiao surged, and his figure disappeared in an instant. When he reappeared, he had already swung his hand towards Qin Ming, slashing out several black streaks that were more than ten feet long.

A streak of black light passed through Qin Ming's body, but it cut onto his afterimage.

call out!
Qin Ming made a gesture and pointed his finger, and countless black vines spread wildly from under Lin Zixiao's feet.

Lin Zixiao looked at these black vines and suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

He could sense that if he was entangled, he would definitely die.

The next moment, Lin Zixiao's figure became dazed, and suddenly turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared on the spot.

He barely managed to avoid being entangled by the black thorns.

“The late stage of foundation building!!” Lin Zixiao looked at Qin Ming with lingering fear.

Qin Ming did not chase after him, but bit his middle finger, pinched his fingers, and drew a strange blood-red rune in the air. It was a secret method in the "Yuansha Zhongmo Zhenjing" that could enhance the power of spiritual fire.

"upbraid!"

Under Qin Ming's control, the blood-colored rune sank into the soul-devouring poisonous flame that was fighting against the Qingluo Demon Fire. Dove!
In an instant, the ice-blue soul-devouring poisonous flame firebird suddenly grew in size, and a huge heat wave rolled up in the air, suddenly overwhelming the Qingluo Demon Fire.

And began to devour the blue-black flames.

Lin Zixiao, who had just flown away, couldn't help but change his expression suddenly when he saw this scene!
He had spent a lot of effort to obtain this Qingluo Demonic Fire. It took him ten years just to wait for the opportunity to enter the demon cave.

In addition, he later spent a lot of effort hunting monks and absorbing their souls to refine the magic fire.

It is a rare and powerful trump card of his. Even if he faces a cultivator of the same level who has reached the perfect foundation, he can kill him instantly with the magic fire.

He saw that his vital magic fire was about to be swallowed by Qin Ming's poisonous flames.

Lin Zixiao hurriedly tried to recall the Qingluo Demon Fire, but found that it was entangled by the Soul-Devouring Poison Flame and could no longer be taken back.

"Fellow Daoist Qin is the first cultivator in all these years who has forced me to use my full strength."

Seeing this, Lin Zixiao no longer held back, and something that looked like a map appeared in his hand.

Then Lin Zixiao threw the object into the air, and a blood-colored map slowly opened, emitting a heart-pounding wave.

"Nine-curve Blood Refining Formation!"

The next moment, with Lin Zixiao's urging, the blood-colored map suddenly expanded and unfolded into a scroll dozens of feet long in the sky, with a black and red intertwined light curtain bursting out from it.

Then, the scene in front of Qin Ming suddenly changed.

He was shocked to find himself in a world of corpses and blood.

The air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood.

The countless blood-red mountains and rivers are like an impossible maze. One wrong step will completely detonate the restrictions of the formation.

Even Qin Ming felt a slight dizziness in his mind.

Outside the formation.

Lin Zixiao was controlling the Nine-Curve Blood Refining Formation and was just about to free his hands to take back his Qingluo Demon Fire.

But he had a bad feeling.

Roar!
Qin Ming was seen in the formation, with a four-armed demon ape shadow appearing behind him. It opened a pair of strange double pupils, and two red mysterious lights burst out from its pupils.

The various illusions in the Nine-Curve Blood Refining Array began to collapse and turned into countless bubbles.

The magic weapon of the formation released by Lin Zixiao was also knocked back to its original form by the demon ape's punch. A long crack appeared on one corner, and it was obvious that its spirituality was damaged.

puff!
Lin Zixiao spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with horror, looking at Qin Ming in disbelief. Has he actually grown to this point?
This Nine-bend Blood Refining Formation was the result of his entire life's efforts and was a second-grade, top-grade formation.

In terms of power alone, it is no weaker than some ordinary third-order formations.

But Qin Ming only took a few breaths to break the formation, which made Lin Zixiao a little unacceptable.

There must be a secret about Qin Ming!

But which independent cultivator who can be promoted to the foundation-building stage does not have a secret?

This was the first time that Lin Zixiao, who had been roaming the demon world for so many years, encountered a cultivator who made him suffer a defeat.

With a gloomy expression, he put away the damaged formation diagram. Just as he was about to use his secret technique, the hairs on his back stood up!

Lin Zixiao subconsciously moved to avoid it, but it was too late.

laugh!
Three pitch-black spikes suddenly shot out from the void.

Even though Lin Zixiao reacted quickly, he was still pierced in the abdomen by one of the pitch-black thorns.

A gray figure quietly emerged from the void and bit towards him with sharp teeth.

(End of this chapter)