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At this moment, the three sword saint puppets beside Chen Yang also flew rapidly towards the two elders with a "whoosh," while the two sword saint puppets beside Feng Tingting also instantly passed through the flames and attacked the two elders.

"Swish swish swish swish swish!" Five sword energies slashed through the sky, their cold light sharp, and instantly formed a sword formation, trapping the two elders within it.

These two elders were already quite powerful, but unfortunately, their minds were blank at this moment, filled with the shock of the Holy Fire Altar disappearing, and they didn't know how to explain it when they returned to the Holy Fire Sect.

Faced with these five incredibly powerful sword energies, the two tried to dodge, but it was too late.

With a deafening roar, the two men didn't even have time to scream before they were instantly reduced to a cloud of blood mist.

Chen Yang swiftly flew up and, with a wave of his hand, collected the storage rings that the two had dropped into his palm.

At this moment, Feng Tingting, who was not far away, saw this scene through the flames and was stunned.

She didn't know how Chen Yang had managed to destroy someone else's sacred fire altar.

Without the Sacred Flame Altar, the strength of these Sacred Flame Cult disciples was only average. In addition, with the deaths of two elders, the remaining Sacred Flame Cult disciples were not worth worrying about at all.

Feng Tingting stared wide-eyed for a long time before she came to her senses, then a relieved smile appeared on her face. Her face was pale, and she swayed as she flew towards Chen Yang.

She then respectfully handed the soft sword in her hand to Chen Yang.

Chen Yang was taken aback, looking at Feng Tingting's action, and said, "What are you doing? Trying to bribe me? Don't think I don't know that your flying sword is already a secret treasure, it has long recognized its master. Even if you give it to me, I can't use it."

Feng Tingting smiled bitterly and looked at Chen Yang, saying, "Fellow Daoist Chen is indeed powerful. Thank you for saving the lives of our entire White Pine Sect. As for this Flying Rainbow Sword, it is truly a sincere gift to you. After all, I will soon die, and it will be ownerless after my death, so you will naturally be able to use it."

Chen Yang turned to look at Feng Tingting, who was breathing unsteadily beside him, and said, "Wait, Feng Tingting, can you stop talking about death all the time? It's like I'm bullying you. I'm clearly saving you right now, why are you acting like I'm trying to harm you?"

Feng Tingting gently shook her head, then raised her slender finger and touched the tiny white flames on her skin. She gave a bitter smile and said, "Of course I don't want to die, but the flames of the Holy Fire Sect are too fierce. I'm afraid I can't resist them for long."

Chen Yang looked at the eerie, flickering flames on Feng Tingting's body and instantly understood the crux of the problem. He reached out and grabbed Feng Tingting's wrist.

Feng Tingting was startled by what she saw and quickly stepped back, urgently saying to Chen Yang, "Fellow Daoist Chen, please be careful! These bone-penetrating flames are impossible to extinguish. Even if you only come into contact with a single spark, you'll be in big trouble!"

Chen Yang had an idea and said, "Let's go down first, I'll take a look."

Before he could finish speaking, he grabbed Feng Tingting's wrist, and with a swift movement, he flew towards the ground.

The edge of the Black Desert connects to a dense forest, where a stream flows gurgling down the rocks. Chen Yang, holding Feng Tingting's hand, plunged into the icy water with a "plop."

The icy stream water washed over her shoulders, and Feng Tingting sighed softly.

At this point, all the misunderstandings she had about Chen Yang, as well as the frustration of being seen naked by him, had been completely let go.

Knowing she had reached the end of her life, she turned to Chen Yang and said, "Fellow Daoist Chen, there's no need to struggle anymore. These flames can't be extinguished by the stream; it's useless. Actually, I'm quite happy that I can know before I die that I really misunderstood you, Fellow Daoist Chen. You are indeed not a truly wicked person."

Chen Yang curled his lip speechlessly and said, "Can you shut your mouth? We haven't even tried to extinguish these flames yet."

As he spoke, Chen Yang reached out and grabbed a flame on Feng Tingting's arm.

The next moment, the flame flickered and jumped directly from Feng Tingting's arm to Chen Yang's palm.

Feng Tingting was startled by what she saw and quickly pulled her arm back, saying in horror, "Fellow Daoist Chen, are you crazy? You'll die!"

Chen Yang frowned, his expression turning serious. He said, "Let me investigate what's going on with these flames. Also, call me Chen Yang, don't call me 'fellow Daoist,' it makes me sound old."

As Chen Yang spoke, he looked down at his palm.

The flames leaped and crackled, impossible to extinguish using ordinary methods. Moreover, the flames were frantically burning the spiritual energy within his body, traveling along his meridians, trying to seize an opportunity to enter his divine sea.

Chen Yang focused his mind and carefully sensed the energy within the flames, quickly realizing that it was an evil energy completely different from ordinary matter.

That energy was extremely sinister and kept trying to rush into his head.

Chen Yang did not panic. Instead, he carefully sensed the flame and gently guided it to slowly move into his divine sea.

Upon seeing this, Feng Tingting immediately shouted, "Chen Yang, don't do anything foolish! This is the Holy Flame of the Holy Flame Sect. Once it invades your divine sea, it will immediately burn away your divine consciousness! What you need to do now is use your spiritual power to seal it and prevent it from spreading!"

Chen Yang took a deep breath, feeling no fear. His spiritual strength far exceeded Feng Tingting's expectations.

More importantly, Chen Yang had sensed that the evil power residing within this flame was essentially a divine consciousness, more like a collection of the evil thoughts of many followers of the Holy Fire Cult.

Chen Yang slowly guided the evil energy within the flames into his divine sea, then closed his eyes.

Lightning suddenly flashed in his eyes, and blinding lightning struck down in his mind with a "whoosh".

The next moment, the flame in Chen Yang's palm flickered violently twice before being completely extinguished by the surrounding pool of water.

Chen Yang opened his eyes, and at that moment he finally knew.

The reason this flame cannot be extinguished is because it contains the power of evil faith.

However, his divine sense was strong enough that he was not afraid of their invasion at all. Moreover, after his eyes were strengthened several times, the power of the magic released was the natural nemesis of these evil beliefs.

Chen Yang turned to look at Feng Tingting, only to see her mouth agape, staring in disbelief at the extinguished flame in his palm. Her voice trembled as she asked, "Chen Yang, how did you do that?"

Chen Yang shook his head and said, "It's a bit difficult, but not too bad. Now take off all your clothes and expose all the parts that have been touched by the flames. I will guide all these sacred flames to my body."

Feng Tingting said, "Chen Yang, are you sure? Please don't take any risks. I don't want to owe you such a huge favor. If you die because of this, I will live with guilt for the rest of my life."

Chen Yang said, "Stop talking nonsense. In a little while, all your spiritual energy will be burned away."

Feng Tingting nodded, then lightly leaped to the shore. With a flick of her hand, all her clothes were reduced to shreds with a "whoosh".

A fair and perfect body was exposed to the air, and on her body, on her chest, back and legs, there were specks of white ghost fire burning.

Chen Yang stepped forward, stretched out his hands, and gradually guided all the ghost fire on Feng Tingting's body to his own.

There were quite a few flames, and they took a lot of his time and energy to deal with them.

Chen Yang checked repeatedly, touching the flames with his hands each time, to make sure that not a single spark had fallen.

At this moment, Chen Yang's face was already somewhat pale.

Feng Tingting looked at Chen Yang and hurriedly said, "Chen Yang, you're only at the Foundation Establishment stage. You can't possibly use spiritual power to imprison this flame for long. You need to find a way to eliminate it quickly. The fire on my body has been completely cleared away, so you don't need to touch it anymore."

Chen Yang said, "Okay."

Then Chen Yang sat down cross-legged.

The next moment, the white ghost fire erupted with a "boom", engulfing Chen Yang's entire body in flames. The flames instantly scorched Chen Yang's clothes to shreds, and even his scalp began to burn with ghost fire.

Chen Yang dared not be careless at this moment. He could only let some of the evil aura in the flames enter his mind first, and then use his magical lightning power to shatter and disperse all of that evil aura with a "crack crack".

Then Chen Yang guided another part of the flames into his divine sea.

Following this procedure, Chen Yang repeated it four times. On the fifth time, the flames on Chen Yang's body were finally extinguished completely.

Chen Yang opened his eyes, his face showing deep exhaustion.

He looked in front of him and saw Feng Tingting, who was still naked and standing beside him with a worried expression. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on him, as if she was afraid that he would collapse and die at any moment.

Looking at the beautiful Feng Tingting with her concerned eyes, Chen Yang suddenly became interested.

He feigned extreme weakness, his body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground with a "thud," weakly saying, "I was wrong... I didn't expect this will-o'-the-wisp to be so powerful. My mental strength... My head hurts so much, my head is burning, I really can't go on."

Seeing Chen Yang like this, Feng Tingting burst into tears. She quickly reached out and tightly hugged Chen Yang's head, gently placing it against her chest. Her voice trembling with sobs, she cried out, "Fellow Daoist Chen, Fellow Daoist Chen, don't die! It's all my fault. I knew a Foundation Establishment cultivator like you couldn't withstand such a powerful attack of holy fire… Don't die, Chen Yang!"

Chen Yang sniffed, catching a faint scent of milk in his nostrils. He lowered his voice and whispered in her ear, "Hey, with you holding me like this, I really can't bear to die."