Xianhong Road

Chapter 137 Three Nether Demonic Flames! ! ! (one more)
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ghost flame
Yang Fan's heart suddenly moved.

All along, he practiced the Nine Nether Demon Art without hindrance.As long as Xianhong Jue reaches a certain level, this magic skill can reach the same level in a short period of time. This situation once surprised him very much:

However, the surprises are the surprises. Although it is very easy to practice this skill, it is very difficult for Yang Fan to practice the supernatural power in this magic skill.

This is obviously limited by qualifications and the environment.

Among them, "Ghost Demonic Flame" is one of the most respected supernatural powers in the Nine Nether Demonic Arts, and it is also the signature stunt of this set of magical arts.

"If I can practice this flame initially and enter the level of 'Yiyou' in one fell swoop, then I will be able to use this to be proud of my peers..."

Yang Fan took a deep breath, and quietly stared at the source of the devilish energy that kept spouting tiny black bubbles beside him.

He was considering whether to choose to practice "Ghost Demon Flame" in this unknown environment.

From the previous restrictions, it can be seen that this magic energy spring should be discovered by someone. As for whether that person will return in a short time, Yang Fan himself cannot predict.

While his thoughts were flying, Yang Fan thought of the Nine Nethers Secret Realm again, and secretly said: "From the restriction just now, it can be seen that that person should be a monk of the magic way. I will not let go of such a 'magic energy spring'."

Thinking of this, Yang Fan gritted his teeth, and decided to dive into the depths of the source of magic energy for a try.

Risk is often linked with great temptation.

Yang Fan decided to take a gamble.

Carefully approaching the "Devil Qi Lingquan", Yang Fan stepped into the entrance of the well-sized Lingquan with one foot, and his mind was shocked.

He only felt a gentle and pure demonic energy rushing from his feet, pouring directly into his limbs, and then slowly sinking into the depths of his dantian, it was so natural.

The Jiuyou demonic energy in the dantian seems to be a whirlpool, inducing these demonic energy to join his camp.

Yang Fan simply closed his eyes, exhaled and concentrated, fully unfolding the Nine Nether Demon Qi on his body, and experiencing the vast and profound essence of the Demon Dao.

At this moment, his mind once again entered a dark and deep space. Countless burning magic flames and obscure runes hovered in his mind, as if the original dark breath from ancient times eroded his soul and body and mind little by little. .

Violent, indulgent, ruthless, killing, bloodthirsty, crazy, overbearing...

Countless dark raging factors lingered in his heart, forming a terrifying force that would make gods and ghosts cry, slowly extending in his body.

If you can fully control this power and step on it under your feet, you can achieve the supreme magic way, look down on the world, go to the sky and enter the earth, and I am the only one;
This is the first way.

If you just use this power for your own use, release the original dark power, and fall into the evil way, the master can be a generation of evil masters, and look down on the world;

This is the second way.

However, if one is controlled by this force, it will be completely demonized. I am the demon, and the demon is me. The master can merge into the demonic way of the heavens and exterminate all living beings.

This is the third way.

Follow me to prosper, go against me to perish.

This is the way of magic!
Yang Fan's face was contorted and struggling, in extreme pain, he was contending with this dark and tyrannical force that gathered the world.

If he can't defeat this power, he will lose the chance to be promoted to the first level of the highest magic way, and thus fall into the last two ways.

Throughout the tens of millions of years of Dongsheng Continent's history, there are very few people who can overcome this hurdle and step on the dark primitive power of this world!

Most of them enter the second way, and some enter the third way, but all of them are affected by the power of the magic way and lose their original nature.

With the passage of time, Yang Fan's complexion became paler and countless complex emotions flashed in his eyes, and he was about to retreat from the first way.

After all, he is an insignificant human being, how can he compete with the primitive power of countless dark and tyrannical factors in this episode.

Regardless of him, even the countless wizards of the ages and the world of magic can't do this level.

Under normal circumstances, Yang Fan would withdraw from the first path and escape into the second path, which is the path chosen by the vast majority of monks in the way of magic. Those who have achieved great success can become a generation of masters of the way of magic and look down on the world.

However, at that last critical moment, a gentle and friendly aura suddenly surged in Yang Fan's body, as if it could contain everything in the world.

This breath seems to have surpassed the level of life, it not only hovers over all things, but also integrates into all things.

Yang Fan's complexion suddenly eased, his body and mind were extremely relaxed, he opened his arms, and there was an almost translucent emerald halo on his body.

The halo was so faint that it seemed as if its color could not be seen.

call!
All of a sudden, the primitive power that gathered thousands of dark and tyrannical factors from the world merged into this breath.

The black light in Yang Fan's eyes was gradually occupied by a very faint emerald halo, which faded little by little.

At this moment, he smiled, gently stroked these forces, let them get along with him more docilely, and then entered his body.

After a long time, Yang Fan let out a long breath, with a strange look on his face.

"It turns out that this is the magic path..."

Yang Fan murmured, having an inexplicable illusion, feeling that he had a deeper understanding of the essence of Jiuyou Demon Art.

After this mysterious magic experience, he has crossed an unprecedented level.

As for how far he can go and how difficult the journey is, I am afraid no one can predict.

call!
Yang Fan regained his composure, and his eyes fell on the magical spring again.

For some reason, when he stared at the magical spring again, he felt that the power contained in it was greatly reduced, as if most of his spiritual power had been exhausted.

"Could it be..."

Yang Fan began to check his body. His body became stronger and his demon energy became more pure. Other than that, there seemed to be no other changes.

"I can't miss this opportunity. I hope that the remaining power of the magic energy spring can help me cultivate the 'Ghost Demon Flame'."

With a resolute face, Yang Fan stepped into the well-sized magic energy spring, and his body sank little by little.

Such behavior, if seen by other magic monks, I'm afraid they will turn pale with shock.

For low-level monks, if they jump into the magical spring like this, they will most likely be filled with magical energy, lose their true nature, and even explode to death.

But after Yang Fan jumped into the magic energy spring, he seemed to be fine. He felt that the pure magic energy would not hurt him.

The body sank little by little, and did not stop until it was a hundred feet deep.

This is the place where the magic energy is most prosperous in the magic energy spring.

Yang Fan simply sat cross-legged on the spot, closed his eyes, and once again immersed his mind into the vast dark space of the Nine Nether Demon Art.

With a thought, the formulas and information about the "Nether Demon Flame" flooded into his mind.

This is not the first time he has comprehended this supernatural power. When he practiced it before, it was extremely difficult and there were many peaks.

But this time, Yang Fan felt that his comprehension in this area had doubled, and many things that he could not comprehend before could now be understood at a glance.

According to the magical formula, the devilish energy in Yang Fan's dantian formed a peculiar vortex, which slowly spun.

Half a day later, a wave of devilish energy shot up from the bottom of the Qingjiang River into the sky, forming a small vortex about a foot long.

Two days later, the vortex in Yang Fan's dantian became deep and dark and accelerated.

Five days later, the vortex on the river surface expanded to a radius of one foot, glowing with a faint black light.

Ten days later, Yang Fan's eyes were pitch black, his hair stood on end, and mysterious gray runes surrounded his body, rippling with strange fluctuations.

Half a month later, the vortex on the river swirled rapidly, and the small vortex formed by the demonic energy in Yang Fan's dantian seemed to be still, but in fact it had reached a state of extreme speed from static to dynamic.

A month later, Yang Fan spit out a ball of black magic flames, and the surrounding river roared and churned, and large areas disappeared, and immediately sank into turbidity and deathly silence.

From this moment, traces of black flames spread from his body, which looked very light and gentle, but released an aura that made the surrounding creatures tremble.

However, this is only the prototype of the magic flame.

The next step is the most crucial step.

Puff hiss~
The traces of black flames returned to Yang Fan's body, devouring the demonic energy in his dantian, and condensed into a thumb-sized deep flame.

Immediately, Yang Fan cursed again and again, and a ball of blood broke out on his forehead, which merged with the mysterious runes spinning around.

Immediately afterwards, there was another series of extremely hasty incantations. The flesh and blood of Yang Fan's hands were covered with dense black filaments, which turned into a ball of black light at a certain moment, which combined with the blood light from the outside world and the mysterious runes.

"Knot!"

A trembling black spot of light bloomed in Yang Fan's eyes, and he gave a cold drink.

At the same time, a black mark resembling a cold moon appeared on his originally broken forehead, shining with mysterious light.

Black light, blood essence, and mysterious runes, the three are combined into one.

A mysterious light flashed, trembling like a beating heart.

puff!
Yang Fan spread out his palm, and a thumb-sized deep flame burst out, turning into a flame, enveloping the mysterious light.

hum~
In an instant, a strange wave rippled over Yang Fan's palm.

boom!
The river rolled, the vortex exploded, and a huge wave ten feet high was stirred up.

Boom!

Not only that, there was an explosion in the sky, and a thunderbolt fell from the sky.

Yang Fan's complexion changed, and a strange black flame flew out from the palm of his hand, and there was a strange light in the center of it.

call out!
At this moment, another piercing sound came from the sky.

A black ray of light shot rapidly from the sky, and there was a skinny old man on the ray of light.

"Who? How dare you snatch my magical spring!"

The skinny old man was furious, and a powerful spiritual pressure oppressed him away.

"No, it turned out to be a monk in the foundation establishment stage. Look at this spiritual pressure, at least it is a strong man in the late foundation establishment stage!"

Yang Fan's complexion changed instantly, and his heart felt cold.

With his cultivation in the early stage of Concentration, he has almost no chance to meet a strong man in the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

However, when the skinny old man saw the group of mysterious magic flames flying into the void, he was startled for a moment, and then his whole body was scared out of his wits.

"Three Nether Demonic Flames!"

The skinny old man screamed, his face was pale, he turned around and ran away without even thinking about it, spit out a mouthful of blood, melted into the light, his speed increased several times immediately, shot into the sky in the blink of an eye, and disappeared in this water area.

He had just flown a few miles when he met another young man with black clouds on his feet. He was also a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

"Brother Gu, what scares you so much?"

The young man said slightly sarcastically.

"Three... three ghost flames..."

The skinny old man looked horrified, couldn't speak clearly, and continued to run away.

"What... flame?"

The young man didn't hear clearly, unfolded his consciousness, and flew forward for a while.

Soon, his consciousness caught a group of mysterious black flames, and there was a group of faint light in the center of the magic flame, which flickered like a beating heartbeat, making people's souls tremble.

"Ah... Sanyou Demon Flame!"

The young man shuddered, his face turned pale, he turned around and ran away, his speed was no slower than the skinny old man before, and his expression was even more embarrassing.

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