The nine cultivators had all refined countless wills of the great path. This was an external force, and with this external force, they were able to unleash destructive power that far exceeded their own plane.
The power of Xi Chan's flames of the sun at this moment was completely different from when she had fought Xia Qingyuan.
The space that Ye Futian was in was like a real sun. Wisps of destructive flame will shot at him. His body turned into a cauldron, drowning his body in flames. When the will of the great path came at him, the cauldron swallowed it up and refined it, not letting it touch his body.
The sun seemed to be on the verge of exploding. The destructive power flooded the space, trying to bury Ye Futian within.
Ancient characters circled around Ye Futian's body. He unleashed the Deed of Thorough Comprehension to its limit. Many wills of the great path melded together, turning into fire. His body turned into a furnace of the Great Path. Xi Chan's flames of the sun drowned him, burying him within. The people outside could barely see Ye Futian's body. They could only see the flames.
That blazing storm engulfed the heavens and earth, but the surrounding people all stood there steadily. There were no weaklings among the people present.
The terrible storm gradually died down. Xi Chan stared ahead. The furnace of the Great Path was still there, and Ye Futian's body was faintly discernible within it. Xi Chan's expression was a bit ugly. Many of the wills that she had used to invade Ye Futian had not only failed to harm him, but had instead been refined by him.
Everyone around them looked at Ye Futian, and their hearts were slightly shaken. That terrible furnace circled around Ye Futian's body, refining the power of heaven and earth. All kinds of great path methods were refined for its own use.
This method must have been very powerful.
It was no wonder that he had been able to make it this far. It seemed that his method of cultivation could be used in flames. He was also very powerful when it came to refining flames.
A strange look flashed in the eyes of the cultivators of the Wu clan. It seemed that they had underestimated the person whom the Zhu clan had asked them to choose.
Even if it was only in the way of flames, he was still very powerful.
Xi Chan transformed into the Divine Body of Nine Suns. The nine suns merged into her body, making her look like a goddess of the sun, bathed in divine fire. She rushed out towards Ye Futian. Her spells could not move Ye Futian, so she could only attack him head-on.
Xi Chan gathered her power as she rushed out. She raised her hand and blasted out. Beams of fists of the sun tore through the air like huge fireballs, blasting towards Ye Futian's body. They contained terrifying explosive and destructive power.
Boom! The solar furnace on Ye Futian's body trembled incessantly. A huge sword appeared in front of him. It was in the form of Kasyapa, but it was forged from the flames of the Great Path. It was a divine flame sword.
Bang.
There was a loud rumble as Ye Futian leaped into the air. He lashed out with his sword, cutting through the Solar Fist. The sword of the great path was incredibly dazzling. It came down from the sky, tearing through the air as it headed straight for Xi Chan.
Xi Chan raised her arm and summoned the Nine Suns to protect her. She raised her hand and punched out, colliding with the sword.
The raging sword slashed down, tearing through the will of the fists and stabbing at Xi Chan's arm. Terrifying flames swept down in an instant, engulfing her as if they were trying to refine her.
A grunt was heard. Xi Chan felt as if her body was being corroded by the flames. Blood appeared at the corner of her mouth. She retreated, but Ye Futian did not hold her ground. His sword continued to slash at her, and the flames engulfed her. Xi Chan's face went pale as she fell to the ground, coughing up blood.
Ye Futian's figure flashed and landed in front of her. Xi Chan stared at him and said, "I've lost."
Ye Futian ignored her. The flames of the Great Path went straight for her. Xi Chan's eyes were cold as she stared at Ye Futian.
But when she saw the determination in Ye Futian's eyes, she sighed and gave up on the flames. She moved towards Ye Futian, allowing him to take them away.
Soon, the flames on Xi Chan's body disappeared. Everything seemed to have calmed down.
"There's more." Ye Futian had no intention of letting her go.
"You …" Xi Chan's expression was extremely ugly. She glared at him. Ye Futian ignored her.
Back in Jianmu City, when he had obtained the Renhuang Flames of the Way, Xi Chan had not been polite to him. She had attacked him right away.
If she did not care about the rules and only cared about power, then he would not be polite to her.
Xi Chan's beautiful face was covered with frost when she saw Ye Futian's coldness. In the end, she handed over the flames. Ye Futian took them and let her go.
After Xi Chan was defeated, the sunlight that shone on her body dimmed. Even the aura of the cultivator on the castle connected to her weakened. He was no longer as powerful as before. It was an extremely miraculous sight.
It was as if the entire matrix was missing a piece. It was dim and without light.
The light on Ye Futian's body became even brighter. The cultivator on the castle connected to the Wu tribe's cultivator's aura became even stronger.
The Vermillion Bird Clan of the Nine Major Tribes had withdrawn from the battle for the Ancestral Lands.
When Xi Chan walked back, she looked apologetic. The cultivators of the Vermillion Bird Clan did not say anything. They just sighed inwardly. It seemed that the descendant of the Xi clan on the Jianmu Ancient Tree was not strong enough.
Ye Futian returned to where he had been and sat down cross-legged. He continued to refine the will that had been taken from him.
However, it took time to refine the will. Even though the flames that he had refined and could use directly were extremely powerful, he could not refine other wills into them in a day.
The cultivators of the Zhu clan looked at Ye Futian. Ye Futian was stronger than they had imagined. Perhaps they could use him to deal with Duan Wuji and the disciple of Saint Jiuyou. They were very perceptive, and they could naturally see that these two were difficult to deal with.
At that moment, Duan Wuji, the prince of Emperor Dong's Palace, walked to the center of the crowd. Many people's hearts tightened. This prince was the son of the Renhuang of the Crimson Dragon Realm. He ruled the eastern region of the Crimson Dragon Realm. The flames that he refined were extremely powerful. They were known as the God-Eating Flames of the Way.
When Duan Wuji walked out, his eyes fell on the cultivator of Flaming Prison City who was working with the Beili tribe. The cultivator frowned slightly. Although he did not want to face Duan Wuji, he had no choice but to step out. Every step he took caused the air to tremble.
Monstrous flame will swept out, and the flames of hell burned. A terrible god of war appeared behind the cultivator of Flaming Prison City. His body merged with it, and his body grew larger. He had also become a Saint of War.
Duan Wuji looked at his tall figure and entered the arena. Green flames burned around him, flowing around him. It was like a devouring storm, swallowing up all the flames around him.
"Bang." The god of war stepped forward, and a terrible aura swept out. Duan Wuji stood there without moving. He floated in the air and stretched out his hands. Suddenly, a vortex of green flames appeared between his palms, turning into a terrible storm that grew larger and larger.
In the blink of an eye, a green vortex of the Great Path appeared above Duan Wuji's head. Moreover, it was still swallowing up the flame aura in the air and growing larger.
This terrible vortex enveloped the body of the god of war. The cultivator of Flaming Prison City thrust his hands forward, and in an instant, there seemed to be streams of magma shooting out. They turned into terrible flames, trying to melt the vortex in front of him.
However, the vortex directly devoured the magma fire. Endless jade-green light shone down, landing on the huge body of the Fiery War God, bit by bit, nibbling away at the flames on his body, causing them to also turn jade-green, like the flames of a demon.
The cultivator of Flaming Prison City felt as if his soul was about to be sucked into the terrible devouring flames. His face was extremely ugly. Was he unable to resist at all?
His opponent's Flames of the Way crushed his own.
The flames were swallowed up, and the god of war's body continued to shrink. Soon, a figure retreated. The flames had all been swallowed up, and the terrible vortex returned to Duan Wuji's body. It circled around him, entering him bit by bit.
"Thank you," said Duan Wuji. He walked back. Just like Ye Futian, the light on his body was even more dazzling, while the light on the cultivators of the Beili tribe and Flaming Prison City dimmed.
Everyone was shocked. Because they had refined the Flames of the Way to increase their strength, this battle was actually a battle of flames. It was a battle to see who could refine the flames and use them in their own attacks.
As a prince of Emperor Dong's Palace, Duan Wuji had a crushing advantage over the cultivators of Flaming Prison City.
The disciple of Saint Jiuzhou stepped forward and challenged the cultivators of Crimson Cloud City who had joined forces with the Shang tribe. Another great battle ensued. The Pang tribe of Crimson Cloud City, who were descendants of Renhuang, had lost to the disciple of Saint Jiuyou.
The disciple of Saint Jiuyou was skilled in the Black Lotus Karmic Fire. Its destructive power was terrifying, and it could burn people's souls. He had refined all the Flames of the Way he had plundered into the Black Lotus Karmic Fire, making it explode with unparalleled destructive power and defeating his opponent.
After three battles, only three people had yet to fight. Yin Tianjiao stepped forward and challenged the disciple of Saint Chiming of the South. Both of them were extremely strong, and they clashed.
But in the end, Yin Tianjiao was stronger, and she defeated the disciple of Saint Chiming.
Above Sun Castle, where the sun shone, the cultivators of the four tribes had their light dim. The opportunity in the Ancestral Lands had once again passed them by.
Of the nine cultivators, eight had joined the battle. Only Chang Huai had not yet fought. He frowned and glanced at the four cultivators.
Duan Wuji, Yin Tianjiao, the disciple of Saint Jiuyou, and Ye Futian.
None of them were easy to deal with. He was not confident that he could defeat any one of them.
In fact, the chances of him losing were even greater.
But at this time, he had no choice but to step forward. He glanced at Ye Futian, who was sitting cross-legged and still busy refining the Flames of the Way. Chang Huai said, "There was some misunderstanding in Jianmu City. I did not expect City Lord Ye to be so skilled in the Way of Flames. Today, I will ask for your guidance."
Ye Futian, who was cultivating, opened his eyes and glanced at Chang Huai. There was a rumble, and his body turned into a terrifying furnace of the Great Path. There was a loud noise, and the moment he stood up, Ye Futian's body disappeared. His body was extremely violent, like a furnace of the sun. He appeared in front of Chang Huai, raised his fist, and punched out. Violent waves of air swept out and slammed into Chang Huai's body.
Chang Huai's expression changed. He wanted to retreat, but a powerful spatial will imprisoned his body, making it difficult for him to move. Even though the Way of Flames was powerful, it was still impossible for him to not be affected by other powers.
Chang Huai could only raise his hand and attack in a hurry. Flames burned the sky.
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