Starting with the titmouse, seventy-two transformations

Chapter 316 Qiongqi Blood Flame, Explosive Effect
The hall was brightly lit.

"It's already past 1:45 AM... I wonder how things are going on with Master Qiao?"

Young Master Ling suddenly stopped, looked up at the sky, and thought to himself:

"The Great Array of Ten Thousand Snakes can gather millions of venomous snakes, and can even attract great demons and drive them away."

What kind of extraordinary fortune did those two obtain within the ruins that made Qiao so reverent, even resorting to such a trump card?

He frowned as he recalled that Qiao She had sent people to capture thirty-six pairs of boys and girls from their mountain stronghold during the day to be used as offerings for the formation.

More than ten years ago, Qiao She obtained a predestined connection with the immortals and accidentally entered a ruin, where he inherited the legacy of a poison sect.

Not only does it possess the formidable true skill "Ten Thousand Poisonous Serpent Hand," but it also has a magic array called the Ten Thousand Serpents Array.

This formation can gather a million venomous snakes; offerings are used to lure the snake demon.

The more lavish the offerings, the stronger the snake demon attracted.

Given Qiao She's cultivation level of the Yellow Court Realm, the fact that he solemnly set up an array to lure the demons clearly indicated that he was not confident in capturing Liu Sheng and the others.

Ling Gongzi was well aware of this after learning of Qiao She's plans.

Adding to the fact that Qiao She led a thousand Black Lion soldiers back in defeat last night, he knew that Qiao She alone could not defeat them.

But Liu Sheng and Du Bingyan are clearly only at the Dao Entry Realm, so why are their combat strength so formidable that they can fight across realms?

Immortal fate!

"The immortal opportunities within the Qingyuan Cave ruins are so terrifying. No wonder my father and the court are at odds and fighting each other."

I must get my hands on this divine opportunity!
As for my elder brother, the young master, I wonder if he's come out yet. I hope so...

He died inside.

Young Master Ling took a deep breath, slowly walked to the grand chair, and was about to sit down when a voice rang in his ears:
"Where is the child?"

The voice was deep and hoarse, with a metallic penetrating quality, carrying a murderous intent that sent chills down one's spine.

"who?"

Young Master Ling was startled. He looked around and saw a cloud of black mist that had appeared about ten feet away from the hall.

A figure emerged from the billowing mist.

The newcomer was over ten feet tall, dressed in black robes with a red face, his eyes were gilded, his shoulders and back were as broad and thick as a wall, and his body was as strong as a bear.

He held a seven-foot-long demon sword, its blade wrapped in black cloth, concealing its sharpness.

But when Ling Gongzi's gaze swept over the blade, he felt a sharp pain and almost shed tears.

The newcomer was none other than Liu Sheng's Bloodflame Flying Tiger incarnation.

Upon learning that a child had been stolen by Dongfeng, he realized something was wrong and immediately sent Feihu in disguise to investigate.

Using the black mist as cover, they stealthily infiltrated the area and made their way here.

However, this young master Ling is of noble status, and the serpent Qiao is always by his side, but now it is nowhere to be seen...

Where have you been?
"Who are you?"

At this moment, Young Master Ling calmed down, fanned himself with the jade fan in his hand, and his eyes became sharp.

Why didn't you call for the guards outside?

Fei Hu Hua slowly spoke, stepping forward with his sword in hand, his voice low and deep:
"Confident in having a backup plan, capable of protecting yourself? Magical artifacts, talismans, or... secret guards?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold wind suddenly rose, causing the candles to flicker, and a powerful, malevolent aura rolled in.

"you……"

Young Master Ling's breath hitched. He felt as if the person in front of him was a giant demon wearing human skin, walking towards him from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

How could there be someone in this world with such intense killing intent?
Even the most seasoned generals in the manor, who have fought countless battles, are far inferior to the man before them!

In his panic, he disregarded propriety and screamed:

"Do it!"

Before he could finish speaking, the shadow beneath his feet twisted and suddenly broke free, lunging forward.

In the blink of an eye, a cold glint appeared first, piercing the air and reaching the throat of the flying tiger's incarnation with incredible speed.

Only then did the pent-up, chilling, and murderous aura finally unleash its full power, revealing its true nature as it plunged down with a fierce thrust. The previous shadows and gleaming light were merely a smokescreen, a prelude to unleash this chilling attack!

Frost congeals the air, freezing blood and soul.

"Roar!"

At the critical moment, Flying Tiger transformed into a being with golden eyes that flashed coldly. He let out a low roar, and the air exploded instantly.

It was as if an invisible giant fist had shattered the air, creating a visible ripple, like a cannonball, striking the incoming chilling aura squarely.

In a hazy vision, it seemed as if a demonic tiger stood upright, roaring to the sky, its tiger-like aura surging forth and colliding head-on with the cold aura at the tip of the sword.

"Qiang Qiang Qiang!"

A series of metallic clanging sounds suddenly rang out in the hall, piercing and high-pitched, as if they had struck a thousand times in an instant, sparks flying everywhere.

The two malevolent energies clashed and swirled, filling every corner.

In an instant, a shockwave swept around, extinguishing the candlelight and tearing apart and shredding the tables, chairs, vases, bronze stoves, and iron plates in the hall.

The floorboards shattered inch by inch, fragments flying everywhere like raindrops, embedding themselves in the walls, roof, and beams with a "buzzing" sound, leaving brick dust and wood chips scattered all over the ground.

"Huangting Realm..."

Flying Tiger extended two fingers, pinching the tip of the sword in front of his throat. His golden eyes narrowed as he sized up the person holding the sword.

This person was of medium height and had an ordinary face. He was dressed in a black robe and seemed to float in mid-air as if he had no weight.

The short sword in his hand was no more than a foot and a half long, like a willow leaf, slender and sharp, with winding patterns on the blade, resembling fish intestines.

Suddenly, the man in black robes dropped the short sword in his hand, sneered, and shrank back, his figure becoming faint as if he wanted to hide in the shadows.

"Want to escape?"

Flying Tiger transformed and lunged forward, his demonic energy swirling within him as he unleashed a burst of blood flames from his palm, grabbing at the man in black robes.

Like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, with a pounce and a flick, it seized the other's wrist, and the blood flames instantly surged, burning up his arm and setting him ablaze in an instant.

The crimson flames resembled flowing blood; they were devoid of warmth yet exuded a terrifying aura, sending chills down one's spine.

"Ah... ah ah ah..."

The next moment, the man in black robes let out a shrill scream, his face contorted as if he were being torn apart by a thousand knives, his heart and lungs ripped out, suffering unbearable pain.

Wherever the blood flames passed, flesh and bones withered and rotted, and the entire arm turned to ash.

His face aged and withered at a visible rate, with wrinkles appearing everywhere and his hair turning white.

In the blink of an eye, he went from a young man in his thirties to an old man in his seventies or eighties, his hands and feet were weak, and even breathing became difficult.

Talent, Qiongqi Blood Flame!
The effect is amazing!

The Yellow Court Realm cultivator before them, Ling Gongzi's secret guard, couldn't even withstand a single blow.

"It's powerful, but it consumes a lot of energy. In less than two breaths, 30-40% of my demonic energy was used up."

Flying Tiger slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, the blood flames in his palm instantly extinguished, and darkness once again enveloped the hall.

His eyes flashed with golden light, and a bone-chilling wind arose from beneath his feet, sweeping towards the black-robed man who was struggling to move. Each slash was like a chaotic, dismembering execution, turning him into ashes.

A moment later, a blurry figure slowly solidified, landed, and immediately bowed down to the Flying Tiger avatar:
"Meet the master."

"What's your name?"

"I was nameless in life, my code name was Dark Seven."

“Dark Seven…”

Flying Tiger nodded, glanced down at the Seven Dark Ghosts, and looked around, but couldn't find the Spirit Prince.

Clearly sensing the danger, they made a hasty retreat.

Little did they know, all of this was tacitly approved by the incarnation of Flying Tiger.

Just to find... Joe the Serpent!
He chuckled softly, and a large cloud of black mist surged from his body:

"Follow Young Master Ling and see if he goes to find Qiao She."

"Here."

(End of this chapter)