Fighting: Practice makes it real, start with a poisonous body.

Chapter 126 The Opportunity to Advance to Dou Sheng

"It's time to deal with the Nine Nether Wind Flame."

Su Yun suppressed his distracting thoughts, and with a flick of his palm, the power of space surged.

In an instant, the Nine Nether Wind Flame, which was wrapped in layers of sword seals, appeared out of thin air before his eyes.

Jiuyou Fengyan was trembling incessantly under the restraint of the fierce sword intent, as if he was carrying some fear that was difficult to conceal.

Su Yun said coldly: "I know you can understand, quickly cooperate with me to dispel Yao Wanhuo's soul imprint, otherwise my methods are not something you can withstand!"

Strange fire has spirit, and the more powerful the strange fire is, the easier it is to give birth to spirit.

For example, the Fallen Heart Flame in Canaan Academy is so spiritually strong that it has given birth to its own will. Although it is like a wild beast, it cannot even compare to a three-year-old child.

But spirituality is spirituality, and it is inherently nobler than non-spiritual things.

If the Fallen Heart Flame is like this, let alone the Nine Nether Wind Flame.

Yao Wanhuo, as a six-star Dou Sheng and a ninth-rank alchemist, must have fed his precious strange fire with countless natural treasures that nourish its essence and enhance its spirituality.

At least in Su Yun's opinion, the Nine Nether Wind Flame in front of him was no less powerful than the Nine Thousand Flames of Fire imprisoned in Dan Tower, which ranked ninth, and was even stronger.

Su Yun's Netherworld Poison Fire has been cultivated to this point, and it should have given birth to spirituality, but Su Yun has too many secrets, so he has to actively suppress it.

"boom--!"

The Nine Nether Wind Flame suddenly rose into a half-foot-high flame wave, and the black flame suddenly exploded. The flame core that had previously curled up like a trembling candle flame suddenly expanded.

The flames around it surged with almost violent heat waves, constantly hitting the barrier formed by the sword intent, making a dull humming sound, expressing the Jiuyou Fengyan's unyielding resistance.

"Yao Wanhuo is really good to you, making you follow him so wholeheartedly.

Well, in that case, I don't need to be polite with you."

The Dou Di sword intent around Su Yun suddenly surged, transforming into thousands of sharp streams of light that were as condensed as substance, and fiercely pierced into Jiuyou Fengyan's body.

"Pfft-!"

Jiuyou Fengyan let out a shrill wail and trembled like a wounded and dying cub. The mighty power it had previously displayed was gone, leaving only a wisp of black flame shivering under the grip of the sword intent.

With Su Yun's cultivation level, he cannot do anything to Jiuyou Fengyan for the time being, but he cannot withstand the high level of Dou Di's sword intent. With this as a guide, he has a lot of room for maneuver.

"I'll ask you one last time, are you willing to submit to me?"

Su Yun's voice was like thunder, and his fierce shout was filled with unparalleled pressure, directly approaching the source of Jiuyou Fengyan's strange fire.

Although the Nine Nether Wind Flame had been destroyed by the sword intent and its flame had dimmed, it still held on to its shaky flame, stubbornly conveying its unwillingness to surrender.

The master had given it countless natural treasures that nourished its spiritual intelligence. This kindness had long been imprinted deep in its spiritual consciousness. It would never betray the master who treated it so well!

The guy in front of me must be a bad guy with ulterior motives!

"That's fine."

Su Yun regained his composure. He suddenly formed a strange hand seal with his ten fingers, his soul power and the sword intent of the Dou Di intertwined and merged, transforming into a condensed and incomparably sharp stream of air, which slowly probed into the depths of the strange fire source of the Nine Nether Wind Flame.

In an instant, the Nine Nether Wind Flame let out a heart-wrenching wail, and the dark flame body twisted violently, as if it was about to be torn apart from the root.

This method is extremely domineering and can forcibly destroy the spirituality of the strange fire!
Other alchemists all hope that the spirituality of the strange fire is as strong as possible, because only a strange fire with abundant spirituality can communicate with its master's mind and assist him/her in battle and alchemy, and have a tacit understanding.

However, Su Yun did the opposite and felt that Jiuyou Fengyan was too smart and needed to be made a little dumber!
He snorted coldly, "If you can't use it for my benefit, no matter how strong your spirituality is, it's useless!"

Su Yun began to refine it frantically, and it seemed as if he wanted to transform a fairy in white with ethereal air into a beautiful doll that was stupid and dull and at his mercy!

One after another, sword intent as condensed as silver threads silently seeped into the sword intent cage, and slowly penetrated into the origin of the Nine Nether Wind Flame like fine needles.

This time it was not as violent as the previous piercing, but instead it was like a tough file, scraping the remaining spiritual energy again and again, and each touch caused the flame body to tremble slightly.

Jiuyou Fengyan's wails no longer had the initial shrillness. Only intermittent sobs remained lingering in the cage, like a bound fairy weeping silently in the dark night.

But the spirit was stubborn. It had obviously been worn down to as thin as a cicada's wing, but it still flickered tenaciously with a trace of obsession. The speed of weakening was as slow as peeling off a cocoon, pitifully slow.

Su Yun shook his head: "My cultivation is still a little lacking. Never mind, I'll slowly polish it. One day, I'll polish it all off...

Now that Yao Xingji has been dealt with, it's time to head to the Beast Territory and begin planning for the Dragon Phoenix Son's appearance. If he doesn't show up soon, the Imperial Clan will doubt his existence.

The realm of Fighting Saint can be described as a chasm that stands in the way of cultivation. Countless talented geniuses throughout history have failed here and were unable to cross the line even a single step in their entire lives.

Even someone as strong as Yao Lao had to integrate the essence of the Fighting Saint into his regenerated body after his resurrection, and only then did he reach the realm of Half-Saint. But this is not yet the realm of a true Fighting Saint.

The reason why Xiao Yixiang was able to cross the threshold of Dou Sheng was not by absorbing toxins, but by borrowing a trace of blood from Huangquan Demon Saint.

Ninth-order poison, tsk, what a rare thing. How many ninth-order poison-attributed magical beasts and ninth-order poison-attributed treasures can there be in the Douqi Continent?
Even if one has the bloodline of a ninth-grade Doudi, it will take some time to become a saint.

However, Su Yun's cultivation level has soared so far, and he is unwilling to practice step by step.

After nine transformations of Dou Zun and three realms of Semi-Saint, there is hope of breaking through to Dou Sheng?
too slow!
"And the Dragon Phoenix Origin Fruit is the shortcut to breaking through to the Dou Sheng level."

Su Yun licked his tongue, and a rare look of passion flashed across his eyes.

"So, the identity of the Son of the Dragon and Phoenix must be accelerated. Only the Grand Void Ancient Dragon and the Ancient Sky Phoenix can absorb the Dragon and Phoenix Origin Fruit. Even then, there is still the risk of failure...

Wait a little longer, there's no need to rush... Xian'er will be promoted to Dou Zun soon. With her in charge of the rear, I can feel more at ease.

And Xiao Yan, come quickly, this ancestor is looking forward to reuniting with you..."

Su Yun curled the corners of his mouth, his eyes were as deep as a deep pool, and he stared at the seal quietly.

The sword intents were like maggots attached to the bones, gnawing at the remaining spiritual power of Jiuyou Fengyan.

…………

At the same time, Yao Wanhuo, who had just finished the seven clans' meeting and stepped into the gate of the Medicine Realm, suddenly felt a tearing pain in his chest and his body shook violently.

The spiritual imprint connected to the Nine Nether Wind Flame actually cracked!
His eyes instantly filled with bloodshot, and a hoarse roar broke through his throat: "No! No! Give me back my strange fire!"

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