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Chapter 530

Words:1808Update:22/06/28 09:10:51

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At this time, within Tang Huan's Dantian, the three types of Spiritual Fire s within the "Nine Yang Divine Furnace" had already been fully unleashed.

The "Xuan Ming Initial Fire" belonged to the five elements of water, the "Bodhisattva Fire" belonged to the five elements of wood, the "Nirvana Sacred Fire" belonged to the five elements of fire, the water element belonged to the wood element, and the wood element belonged to the fire element. Under the mediation of the "Flame Heart", the "Xuan Ming Initial Fire" greatly increased the power of the "Bodhisattva Fire", and the "Bodhisattva Fire" greatly increased the power of the "Bodhisattva Fire", while the "Bodhisattva Fire" greatly increased the power of the "Nirvana Sacred Fire".

Now, under Tang Huan's control, the heat from the flames in his palm did not spread out in the slightest. Instead, it entered the round table with an earth-shattering force.

"Tang Huan, are you crazy?" Feng Ming was shocked and angry.

"You came to the 'Infernal domain's desert' because of me, and then you were swept away by the 'Violent Sand Storm'. In the end, you mistakenly entered the 'Infernal domain' and fell into a state of death. How can I just watch as you throw your life away here!" Tang Huan said in a deep voice, "No matter what, I have to think of a way to save you."

"You …"

Feng Ming's beautiful eyes flashed, her expression fluctuated, she gritted her teeth and said, "Tang Huan, if you do this, not only will you not be able to save me, you will also kill yourself in the end!"

"If we really all die here, then we can be a pair of mandarin ducks." Tang Huan laughed.

"You … Tang Huan, you're already in this state, yet you still have the mood to joke around!" Feng Ming said angrily, but her pale face quietly flushed red.

"I won't joke anymore."

Tang Huan laughed and said, "Don't worry, we won't die that easily. I want to see just how capable that spirit object is to devour my Spiritual Fire's power!"

Naturally, he had done so after careful consideration.

From this, it could be seen that the soul of the spirit object might have far surpassed Feng Ming's, but its strength was at most similar to Feng Ming's. If Tang Huan was just an ordinary Peak Stage Nine Martial Saint, he would naturally not dare to easily touch the round table.

However, he had fused with three types of Spiritual Fire, so he was naturally fearless.

He did not circulate the Innate Qi, and only activated the power of the Spiritual Fire. If that spirit object had the idea of devouring his power completely, then it would be waiting to be killed by the power of the Spiritual Fire!

Hearing Tang Huan's words, Feng Ming's expression changed slightly, his eyes flashing with a trace of anticipation.

"Hu!"

He discovered that the moment his incomparably blazing Spiritual Fire energy entered the round platform, it was like a clay ox entering the sea, disappearing without a trace. The round platform was like a black hole, completely devouring all the energy that entered it.

He had just given it a try, but his right palm was indeed trapped by the sucking, making it difficult for him to break free. This was equivalent to confirming Tang Huan's previous judgement, that the spirit object should be inside the round table.

However, Tang Huan was not worried. The power of the Spiritual Fire was still like a stormy sea as it passed through his palm and roared.

The three great Spiritual Fire s allowed Tang Huan to possess a huge amount of Spiritual Fire power. Back then, in the Bloody Flame Mountain, Tang Huan's Spiritual Fire power was almost completely devoured by the Phoenix Stage. But now, the Spiritual Fire power that Tang Huan possessed was already several times stronger than before.

He did not believe that the spirit object would be able to eat this kind of power of the Spiritual Fire.

"Hu!"

Time passed bit by bit. Tang Huan's body was like a statue, not moving at all. The triangular shaped room was completely silent, and only the sound of the flames could be heard echoing back and forth.

Feng Ming's beautiful eyes stared at Tang Huan without blinking. Her eyebrows were tightly knitted, and a hint of worry quietly surfaced in her eyes. The speed at which Tang Huan was injecting energy also caused her to be a little shocked.

The reason why the round table had taken an hour to completely devour the energy in her body was because she had been resisting with all her might the entire time. But now, Tang Huan had taken the initiative to give his power to the round table, the speed at which his power was being consumed would reach an extremely frightening level.

If she had been like Tang Huan before, allowing the round table to devour him, or even taking the initiative to send her energy over, she would have used up all her energy in a quarter of an hour.

"Huh?"

After an unknown period of time, Feng Ming suddenly exclaimed in a low voice.

She realized that the white round table in front of her was actually turning red. This red color was not caused by the reflection of the flames in Tang Huan's palm, but its entire body was red.

"Could it be an illusion?"

Feng Ming was a little suspicious, she subconsciously raised her hand to wipe her eyes, but in the next moment, Feng Ming was stunned, she suddenly realized that her right palm had already left the round table, and almost as if it was a conditioned reflex, her left palm also retracted back, and her palm actually separated from the side wall of the round table.

"I separated from it!"

After being stunned for a moment, Feng Ming jumped up like a spring, but her legs staggered, and she almost fell to the ground. Her strength was exhausted, causing her to be unable to stand steadily, and after a while, she barely managed to stand firm, her brows were already filled with ecstasy.

"Looks like my guess was right." Tang Huan laughed, the energy that seeped into the round table did not weaken in the slightest.

"Tang Huan, can you still hold on?" Feng Ming could not help but ask.

"Of course, I only used thirty percent of the power of the Spiritual Fire."

Tang Huan squinted his eyes and laughed, but in his heart, he was slightly surprised.

Up until now, it had been about fifteen minutes, and he had already consumed about fifty percent of the power of the Spiritual Fire. The reason why he said thirty percent was just to test the spirit object. Tang Huan did not know if it could understand his and Feng Ming's words, but if it could, it could scare it.

Of course, even if the spirit object was not scared, the remaining fifty percent of the power of the Spiritual Fire should be enough. It let go of Feng Ming so quickly, so it was obvious that it was almost unable to eat anymore.

"Hu!"

As the power of the Spiritual Fire continued to pour in, the round table became more and more red. After a while, it began to emit heat.

"Since you're so reluctant to let go, then I'll give you a little more."

The corner of Tang Huan's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile. In the next moment, a ball of flame also emerged from his left palm, and landed on the round table. The power of the Spiritual Fire, which contained a terrifying heat, was like two torrents roaring down from the nine heavens, rushing into the round table with an unstoppable force.

"Tang Huan..."

Feng Ming was shocked, just as she called out Tang Huan's name, she swallowed the rest of her words. She had already realized Tang Huan's intentions, and the power of the Spiritual Fire that was pouring into the round platform had doubled. If that spirit object had really reached its limit, seeing Tang Huan doing this, it would probably be immediately frightened.

"Hu!" Two dark red flames swayed wildly.

"Ya —"

Just at this moment, a sharp scream seemed to come out from the round platform, but the volume became smaller and smaller. In just two or three breaths of time, it had already disappeared, as if the spirit object that was hiding inside the round platform had already left. At almost the same time, Tang Huan raised both of his palms.

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