The reason why the old tree demon Gui Shanyou would suppress the yin fire tribulation was that he did not have the confidence to cross the tribulation. He cultivated by himself, and sometimes he was not very clear about the level of his cultivation base. He never thought about what it meant to suppress more than a dozen yin fire tribulations.
In addition, the old tree demon was a wood attribute. Although the fire did not directly subdue wood, it had a fatal damage to the wood attribute. Therefore, even when he was crossing the tribulation in Meiqing Mountain, Gui Shanyou was still a little guilty. If Yang Chen hadn't given him the Clone Secret Art and Transformation Secret Art, he would still not be so confident.
Now Wang Yong was completely different. The surging momentum and the constant provocation of the tribulation directly reflected that his confidence had burst to the extreme. The tribulation was now not a tribulation for Wang Yong, but a sledgehammer and anvil to temper himself, which could only make himself stronger.
The third and fourth tribulation, every time a yin fire tribulation came, even if the crowd was far away, they could perceive the confidence and assurance that Wang Yong showed.
This confidence not only made Wang Yong feel relaxed when dealing with the tribulation, but it even affected all the cultivators within a hundred miles.
At this moment, all the cultivators felt the positive positive confidence and the heroic spirit of never giving up. It was not known how many people had felt that they could not see the road ahead clearly, they had been lost and confused, but at this moment, they suddenly had a thorough understanding.
Compared with Wang Yong's tribulation, what difficulties and obstacles they had encountered before, what cultivation bottlenecks, almost all of them had become illusory. Countless cultivators at this moment suddenly put down the knot that had been entangled in their hearts for a long time, they were enlightened, their thoughts were clear, and even the spiritual power in their bodies began to stir.
Within a hundred miles, the inner mountain gate of Chunyang Palace was completely covered, and this area was an area where people from other sects and rogue cultivators could not enter without an invitation. The impact of Wang Yong's momentum made all the inner mountain disciples of Chunyang Palace unknowingly undergo a spiritual baptism.
But the tribulation did not end here, and it still fell step by step. The fifth, sixth, seventh. At the time of the seventh yin fire tribulation, the master of the palace had to retreat a few feet again, so that he could safely bear the superposition of the yin fire tribulation and Wang Yong's flames.
At this time, whether it was the power of the tribulation or the power of Wang Yong's flame, in short, the stronger it was, the happier the head of the palace and the elders were. The stronger it was, the higher Wang Yong's cultivation base would be. If this were to continue, Wang Yong's success in transcending the tribulation was a sure thing.
Just when the elders were looking forward to the birth of the second master of the dacheng stage, and other cultivators who were affected by Wang Yong's momentum were enjoying the process of being full of confidence, suddenly the scene changed.
The eighth yin fire tribulation was normal, but the ninth one suddenly surged several times. The violent process was like a pot of boiling oil that had been simmering over a fire. Suddenly, a torch was thrown into the pot.
Hong, Wang Yong's surroundings suddenly turned into a huge field of fire. Countless bright flames directly lit up all the thick fog, and even the haze was burned away by the sudden flames without a trace.
The fastest reaction was the old tree demon, almost instantaneously flew back hundreds of feet, directly out of the scope of the fire. The master of the palace was not slow either. At the moment of receiving the warning of the old tree demon, he also retreated and went directly behind the old tree demon.
Within the range of hundreds of feet, it was all tumbling flames. This was a new fire seed that was mixed with the flames in Wang Yong's body. In just a moment, it spread into a huge flame ball.
Yang Chen felt a familiar taste from the flame this time, and after a little thought, he understood. This kind of flame was clearly the qilin fire. However, slightly different from the ordinary qilin fire, the flame of the third fire was mixed with the smell of ninth water, so that Yang Chen did not recognize it at first.
This was the harvest that Yang Chen brought to the ancestor's qilin horn. The dual-attribute qilin horn was not only successfully refined by Wang Yong into his life source Flying Sword, but also absorbed the flame in it, turning it into this unique qilin water fire, reaching the power of the sixth grade fire seed.
Everyone was in fear and didn't know what happened. All the cultivators within the range of Meiqing Mountain were feeling the spiritual power fluctuations of Wang Yong's tribulation. Suddenly, they found that there was a huge burning sun over Meiqing Mountain.
For a time, countless exclamations rose and fell one after another. Everyone was staring at the huge fireball and pointing at it. What the hell was going on? Did he fail to cross the tribulation? Or did he succeed?
Just as they were feeling bewildered, they suddenly heard Wang Yong's laughter that was filled with confidence and joy.
"Hahahaha!" A long laugh almost challenged the limit of everyone's curiosity. Everyone couldn't wait to know the result, but the laughter lasted for a long time. After half an incense stick of time, there was no sign of stopping.
However, the meaning of the incomparable confidence in the smile was still appreciated by everyone. In the huge fireball, there was still such confidence, so the confidence of the cultivators of Chunyang Palace had reached the highest.
Finally, the laughter stopped, and then everyone saw a scene that they would never forget. The huge fireball suddenly began to sink towards the center, and a piercing sound of wind rang in everyone's ears.
In the strong whistling sound, the fireball was suddenly blown away and turned into a thick cloud of fire. Then, the cloud of fire turned into a thin and long fire silk and flew in one direction.
The end of the fire silk stopped in the mouth of Wang Yong, who was floating in the air. At this moment, Wang Yong was like sucking something delicious, swallowing the fire silk into his mouth. The flames in the sky were getting less and less, and finally, all of them were swallowed by Wang Yong.
Then, the smoke and fog dissipated, the clouds were dispelled, and everything in the sky returned to normal. Wang Yong, who had absorbed all the fire clouds, laughed again, shook his body, and disappeared without a trace.
But this last laugh, in the hearts of the inner sect disciples, seemed to be enlightened and entered their sea of consciousness. Everyone couldn't help but have an indelible mark in their sea of consciousness. The figure of Wang Yong's heroic laughter was firmly remembered in everyone's heart.
No matter when, as long as they thought of the pride of this laughter, it seemed that all the hardships would be regarded as trivial. Even if there were many hardships in the future, it was just a whetstone for themselves.
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