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"Soul-Eating Poisonous Flame!!"

Lin Zixiao looked at the ice blue spiritual flame in Qin Ming's hand and blurted out in surprise.

"It's really unexpected! Fellow Daoist Qin is really a person with extraordinary luck."

"It turns out that the person who took away the other two treasures from the ruins of Yunze Wilderness was actually Fellow Daoist Qin."

Qin Ming's soul-devouring poisonous flame had previously devoured the second-level demonic fire of Lin Zixiao's companion, and then merged and refined his foundation-building innate true fire with it.

Today's Soul Devouring Poison Flame has also advanced to the second level of high quality, and is only one step away from breaking through to the third level.

If he and Lin Zixiao decide the outcome today, maybe his soul-devouring poisonous flame can be advanced to the third level.

As for Lin Zixiao's ability to recognize his soul-devouring poisonous flames at a glance, he was also expecting it.

After all, Lin Zixiao had obtained the demonic inheritance in that ruins, so he must have mentioned the soul-devouring poisonous flames in it.

"That's right, Fellow Daoist Lin also obtained the relic inheritance under the eyes of several sects." Qin Ming also said bluntly.

Lin Zixiao's eyes flickered. He had just killed three Perfect Foundation Establishment cultivators with his thunderbolt, but Qin Ming watched the whole process, but the expression on his face did not change at all. He stared at Qin Ming and couldn't see through him.

He immediately recalled that Qin Ming was also the only monk who almost killed him in all his years of traveling the demonic path.

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

"Over the years, I have also heard about many legendary deeds of fellow Daoist Qin."

"Outsiders only know that Fellow Daoist Qin is an extremely skilled spiritual planter and is not good at fighting."

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

"Actually, Fellow Daoist Qin's real cultivation level is not 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.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, it is useless to say more."

"How's your cultivation level? I'll tell you when I see the real chapter."

After saying that, Qin Ming's eyes were sharp, and the soul-devouring poisonous flame in his hand suddenly turned into an ice-blue firebird, exuding a breathtaking aura.

Seeing Qin Ming take action, Lin Zixiao also had a cold look in his eyes. The Qingluo Demonic Fire in his hand turned into a flying ghost again, whimpering and pounced towards Qin Ming.

boom!

Bang!

Two high-level heaven and earth spiritual fires, one blue and one black, suddenly collided together in the air!

Countless flames flew in all directions, and terrifying fluctuations resounded through the sky.

The two spiritual flames were indistinguishable for a moment, entangled together in mid-air, and there was a feeling that they would not give up until they devoured each other.

The demonic energy around Lin Zixiao surged, and his body instantly disappeared on the spot. When he reappeared, he waved his hand towards Qin Ming, slashing out several black spears that were more than ten feet long.

The black horse streaked across Qin Ming's body, but it struck at the afterimage.

call out!

Qin Ming made a gesture and countless black vines spread crazily from Lin Zixiao's feet.

Lin Zixiao looked at these black vines, feeling a sudden feeling of fear between his brows.

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

The next moment, Lin Zixiao's figure was in a trance, and suddenly turned into a black smoke and disappeared from the place.

He narrowly escaped the entanglement of black thorns.

"Later stage of foundation building!!" Lin Zixiao looked at Qin Ming with lingering fear.

Qin Ming did not pursue him, but bit his middle finger, made a secret in his hand, and drew a strange blood-colored rune in the void. It was a secret method in the "Yuan Cha Zhong Demon Sutra" that can enhance the power of spiritual fire.

"upbraid!"

Driven by Qin Ming, the bloody runes were submerged into the soul-devouring poisonous flames that were fighting against Qingluo's demonic fire.

Dove!

In an instant, the figure of the icy blue soul-devouring poisonous flame bird soared, and a monstrous heat wave rolled up in the air, suddenly overpowering the Qingluo Demonic Fire.

And began to eat away at the blue-black flames.

When Lin Zixiao, who had just retreated, saw this scene, his expression suddenly changed!

This Qingluo Demonic Fire was obtained by him with great effort. Just waiting for the opportunity to enter the Demonic Cave took him ten years.

In addition, hunting down the monks and absorbing the soul sacrifices and refining the demonic fire took a lot of effort from him.

It's because he has a rare and powerful trump card. Even against a monk with the same level of Foundation Establishment, he can instantly kill him with the magic fire.

Seeing that his vital demonic fire was about to be swallowed up by Qin Ming's poisonous flames.

Lin Zixiao quickly tried to recall the Qingluo Demonic Fire, but found that it was entangled in the soul-devouring poisonous flame and could no longer be retrieved.

"Fellow Daoist Qin is the first monk in so many years who has forced me to take action with all my strength."

When Lin Zixiao saw this, he no longer held back, and something like a map appeared in his hand.

Then Lin Zixiao threw the object into the air, and a bloody map slowly opened, emitting heart-stopping fluctuations.

"Nine-Tune Blood Refining Formation!"

The next moment, with Lin Zixiao's urging, the bloody map suddenly surged, unfolding into a tens-foot-long scroll in the sky, with a black and red light curtain erupting from inside.

Immediately afterwards, the scene in front of Qin Ming suddenly changed.

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

There was a disgusting smell of blood everywhere.

Countless blood-colored mountains and rivers are like a labyrinth that cannot be exited. One careless step will completely detonate the formation restriction.

Even Qin Ming felt a slight dizziness in his mind.

Outside the formation.

Lin Zixiao was in control of the Nine-Turn Blood Refining Formation, and was about to free his hands to take back his Qingluo Demon Fire.

But he had another unpleasant premonition.

Roar!

Qin Ming in the formation appeared behind him with a four-armed demon ape phantom, opened a pair of strange double pupils, and two red mysterious lights burst out from his pupils.

All kinds of illusions in the Nine-Turn Blood Refining Formation began to collapse and turned into countless bubbles.

And the formation diagram spiritual weapon released by Lin Zixiao was also beaten back to its original form by the demon ape's punch. A long crack appeared in one corner, and it was obviously spiritually damaged.

Puff!

Lin Zixiao spurted out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were horrified, and he looked at Qin Ming in disbelief. Has he grown to such a level?

This Nine-Turn Blood Refining Formation, which he has devoted his life's efforts to, is a second-level top-grade formation.

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

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

Qin Ming must have a secret!

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

After so many years of roaming the magic path, this is the first time that Lin Zixiao has encountered a cultivator who makes him lose face.

He put away the broken formation diagram with a gloomy face, and just as he was about to use the secret method, the hair on his back stood up!

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

Swish!

Three pitch-black ground spikes suddenly pierced out from the void.

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

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