Chapter 177: It would be a waste if you don’t swallow the ghost fire from the underworld that comes to your door!

Shen Gongbao stood in the distance, his eyes flickering, shaking his head and sighing.

Although he chose to retreat, he was still curious about the outcome of the battle deep down.

Looking at the giant white bone beasts that were constantly reorganizing in the distance, a complex light flashed in his eyes, and he secretly sighed in his heart: Yiqixian Ma Yuan is worthy of being a Taiyi Golden Immortal, his methods are indeed extraordinary.

However, it would not be easy to defeat Yang Ling relying on these alone.

Shen Gongbao was very aware of Yang Ling's strength. After all, even Wenshu and Yuding, two top Taiyi Jinxian, were there.
Lu Yue stood aside, looking coldly at Yang Ling who was besieged by countless white bone beasts, and sneered, "It seems that you are just like that. You dare to be so arrogant before you even achieve the Taiyi Dao Fruit!"

After he finished speaking, a black plague bell suddenly appeared in his hand. The bell was covered with eerie patterns and emitted a suffocating plague aura.

"Dangdangdang~"

As soon as the bell rang, countless black smoke poured out of the bell. The black smoke was highly corrosive and enveloped Yang Ling and the black dragon Ao Ming.

Yang Ling raised his brows slightly, but he was not panicked at all.

He silently recited the secret word "fight" in his heart, and the magic power in his body instantly boiled over, evolving into the effect of melting the Tao fruit.

As his magic power flowed, the black dragon under his feet was covered with a layer of black flames. The flames seemed to come from the abyss of hell and could burn all unclean things.

The black smoke was burned up silently the moment it came into contact with the black flames, along with the constantly reborn giant bone beasts, which immediately turned into nothingness once they touched the flames.

Under the protection of the black flames, Ao Ming seemed to be blessed by God. There was a provocative light in his dragon eyes and he was extremely excited.

The huge dragon body, hundreds of feet long, meandered and shuttled among countless white bone beasts. Those originally ferocious bone demons were like paper in front of him and were easily crushed by his dragon claws and tail.

Each attack was accompanied by the burning of black flames. Those giant bone beasts could no longer be reassembled and turned into piles of bone residue that no longer had any vitality.

Ao Ming's dragon power became more and more apparent. He roamed the battlefield at will, and the poisonous smoke and bone demons could not hurt him at all.

In the black flames, Ao Ming looked as majestic as a world-destroying dragon, and Yang Ling standing on his head looked like an ancient god, dignified and inviolable.

Seeing this, the Immortal Ma Yuan's face suddenly turned pale, and he shouted angrily: "Don't be so arrogant!"

He suddenly formed seals with his hands and muttered something. Countless bone fragments began to gather together madly, forming a huge mountain of bones in the blink of an eye.

With the push of his magic power, the mountain of bones suddenly moved and turned into a giant white bone beast standing upright. Its back and joints were covered with sharp bone spurs, looking extremely ferocious. Each bone spur seemed to be able to pierce through the sky and earth, exuding murderous aura and fierce breath.

Ao Ming was not willing to be outdone when seeing this. He let out a dragon roar that shook the sky and revealed his true form as a thousand-mile-long dragon.

His dragon body was like a winding mountain range, his dragon scales gleamed with black luster, and his dragon horns were wrapped with lightning, looking majestic and imposing.

The two giant beasts met in the sky.

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, and thunder and lightning flashed.

Ao Ming's dragon claws and the bone thorns of the white-bone beast collided violently, making a deafening sound. The battle between the two was like the collision of two mountains. Every time they fought, it seemed to tear the world apart, causing fluctuations in the surrounding space.

The giant bone beast is extremely powerful, and each of its attacks carries endless ferocity and destructive power, but Ao Ming's black flame is its nemesis.

Whenever the giant bone beast's attack landed on Ao Ming, the black flames would burn and turn the attack into nothing.

The battle lasted for a long time. Although the white-bone beast was strong, it could not break through Ao Ming's black flame defense. Instead, Ao Ming, relying on his flexible body and powerful strength, continued to leave scars on the white-bone beast.

Shen Gongbao, who was watching the fierce battle from a distance, could not help but nod secretly, and had a better understanding of Yang Ling's strength in his heart.

He was glad that he chose to retreat, otherwise if he was involved in this battle, he would probably not be able to escape unscathed.

Lu Yue and Yiqixian Ma Yuan looked extremely ugly. They had not expected that Yang Ling could deal with their attacks so easily, without even doing anything himself!

What was the black dragon under his seat, and what was the black flame covering his entire body? Why did anything that touched it melt instantly?
The black dragon Ao Ming's tail is like a steel whip. Every whip can break the bone spurs of the white bone beast. However, the white bone beast is not a pushover either. Its huge body and sharp bone spurs constantly pose a threat to Ao Ming.

However, the black flames covering Ao Ming's body were really tricky. Not only could they offset most of the attacks from the giant bone beast, but they could also cause huge damage to it in turn.

As the battle intensified, cracks began to appear on the body of the giant bone beast under the constant attacks, and every time a crack appeared, black flames would attach to the surface, making it unable to repair itself. The so-called immortal body became a complete joke.

“Now you know how powerful I am, right?” Ao Ming laughed proudly, looking at the giant bone beast and tauntingly said, “It’s not just because I’m big that I’m powerful… Try this move of mine again!”

After saying that, he suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out bright blue-white lightning. The bleak dark clouds in the sky instantly split apart, and bolts of lightning struck the giant bone beast like a dragon descending to earth.

The lightning contained powerful destructive power, which instantly struck the giant bone beast, shattering all of its bone spurs. The endless lightning was like a sharp sword, constantly cutting the giant bone beast's body.

Then Ao Ming swooped down with thunder, and pounced on the giant bone beast to the ground. His huge claws covered with black flames easily tore a large number of bones into pieces...

Seeing the white bone monster being suppressed, the anger in the heart of Yiqi Xianma Yuan grew stronger and stronger. However, the black flame seemed to be a natural counter to his white bone Taoist fruit. No matter how many bone monsters he summoned, he could not change the declining situation on the battlefield.

Seeing this, Lu Yue's face turned slightly pale. He finally realized why Shen Gongbao immediately distanced himself from them after seeing Yang Ling.

Obviously it was because the Yang Ling in front of him was much stronger than he had imagined!
Although he did not attain the Taiyi Dao Fruit, the black flame he created clearly possessed the characteristics of Dao Fruit, that is, it contained some kind of great law.

Seeing that the battle situation was not favorable, the angry immortal Ma Yuan's face was as gloomy as water. He looked at Lu Yue and shouted angrily: "Brother, why are you still standing there? Come and help me!"

When Lu Yue heard this, a hint of hesitation flashed across his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.

He knew that this was not the time to hesitate. Yang Ling's strength was far beyond their expectations. If they did not work together to win, they would both suffer losses today.

He no longer held back, and his body flashed, transforming into a three-headed, six-armed creature, with each hand holding a different magic weapon.

The twin plague swords danced in his hands, bringing with them waves of plague; the plague seals flickered, blocking the space; the plague bells resounded, disturbing the mind; as the plague banners fluttered, ghosts wailed; the plague umbrella opened, covering the sky and the sun, and the plague was boundless.

He waved his six hands at the same time, and the power of the magic weapon gathered into a plague storm, sweeping towards Yang Ling.

Facing such a fierce attack, Yang Ling did not show the slightest panic on his face, as if he had already anticipated this scene.

The next moment, blazing black flames rose from his body, forming a flame shield around him, effectively resisting the plague poison released by Lu Yue.

At the same time, the immortal Ma Yuan waved his hands, and a ball of ghost fire rose slowly in his palms. The ghost fire was eerie in color, and gave off a heart-pounding chill.

There was a hint of wild laughter in his voice: "Take a taste of the power of my Netherworld Ghost Fire!" The Netherworld Ghost Fire bloomed in the air and turned into countless tiny flames. They seemed to have their own will and cleverly bypassed the defense of the black flames and drilled directly into the flesh and blood of the black dragon Ao Ming.

Ao Ming howled in pain. His body was invaded by the Netherworld ghost fire in a short period of time. The flames burned in his body, as if to burn his soul to ashes.

"Save me, sir, help me!"

Ao Ming cried for help repeatedly in pain, and the black dragon scales on his body began to crack under the burning of the Netherworld Ghost Fire.

It struggled to expel the ghost fire in its body, but the ghost fire was like a parasite, tightly attached to its flesh and blood, constantly eroding its vitality.

Yang Ling frowned slightly. He didn't expect that the immortal Ma Yuan would have such a strange flame in his hand.

Legend has it that the Netherworld Ghost Fire is one of the ten great spiritual fires in the ancient times.

Although it is ranked at the end, it also has amazing power.

Especially since this kind of flame is invisible and has the effect of restraining the soul, it is extremely poisonous. The most important thing is that once you are infected with this fire, it will be like a maggot on the tarsal bone and can never be removed.

Even the Taiyi Golden Immortal would not dare to touch this kind of ancient and strange fire easily.

But Yang Ling was fearless.

He is not even afraid of the true fire of the sun, let alone a mere ghost fire from the underworld?
Seeing Ao Ming struggling in pain under the ghost fire of the underworld, Yang Ling took a deep breath, mobilizing the magic power in his body to the extreme, and silently chanted the spell of Burning Spirit Qi.

As his magic power was activated, an invisible force surged out from his palms and enveloped Ao Ming's entire body.

Ao Ming felt a warm force enveloping him, and the ghost fires that were originally burning violently in his body began to slowly weaken, as if attracted by a mysterious force and gradually gathered into Yang Ling's body.

The Immortal Ma Yuan noticed something was wrong and couldn't help but sneer: "Yang Ling, you actually dared to absorb the Netherworld Ghost Fire into your body, you really don't know how to live or die!"

He obtained this Netherworld Ghost Fire by accident and had been keeping it as a trump card to use. Now was obviously the most appropriate time.

If he could annihilate the master and servant in one fell swoop, he would feel it was a win even if he lost the Netherworld Ghost Fire!

Black Dragon Ao Ming was both moved and worried. Although he felt relieved, he knew in his heart how powerful the Netherworld Ghost Fire was. He was afraid that once this thing entered Yang Ling's body, he would not be able to bear it.

Thinking of this, he quickly whispered: "Master, don't worry about me..."

"Don't make any noise!"

Yang Ling shouted softly, asking Ao Ming to stay still and not interfere with his absorption of the Netherworld Ghost Fire.

To him, this ghost fire from the underworld was like a buffet delivered to his door. It would be a waste if he didn't devour it all.

"It's too late!"

The Immortal Ma Yuan didn't know the secret, and couldn't help laughing. He looked at Yang Ling and said sarcastically: "You are courting death! The ghost fire of the underworld is not an ordinary fire. Once you are infected with this fire, you will be annihilated!"

"Why waste your time talking to him? Just kill him first!"

Seeing that Yang Ling seemed to be in trouble, Lu Yue immediately took out his plague-control banner, plague umbrella and other treasures, and the horrible plague immediately enveloped Yang Ling.

He is extremely good at group attacks, and all of his methods are related to "poison". They are extremely lethal, covering a huge range, and can easily massacre a city and destroy a country.

However, when fighting alone, it was difficult for him to display his abilities, and he could only rely on activating his magic treasure to release the plague.

Yang Ling was well prepared and used the black flames on his body to dissolve most of the plague.

The plague umbrella in Lu Yue's hand suddenly opened and waved in the direction of Yang Ling. An invisible plague force instantly swept out and turned into black plague clouds, covering Yang Ling.

Yang Ling's expression remained unchanged, allowing the black plague mist to surround him. Then the black flames on his body rose again, forming an even more indestructible melting shield.

The plague poison instantly melted into nothingness the moment it came into contact with the flame shield and could not cause any harm to him.

At the same time, the Burning Technique spiritual energy in his body was running to its extreme, absorbing and devouring all of the Netherworld ghost fires and transforming them into his own power.

As the Netherworld Ghost Fire was absorbed, Yang Ling's aura became even more unfathomable. Not only did he not show any expression of pain, but a few Netherworld Ghost Fires appeared, jumping and burning around him, but did not cause any harm to him.

Yiqixian Ma Yuan gradually realized that something was wrong, and hesitation and surprise flashed in his eyes.

Ao Ming was confused. Seeing the ghost fire coming out from around Yang Ling, he hurriedly shouted, "Master, please let go. This ghost fire is too dangerous!"

Yang Ling turned a deaf ear to his words and just kept on devouring all the Netherworld Ghost Fire in his body.

After successfully devouring the Netherworld Ghost Fire, the Burning Technique Spirit Qi was not only not damaged, but was further enhanced due to the fusion of this flame.

He felt the power in his body surging like the tide, as if endless potential had been stimulated.

At this moment, Yiqixian Ma Yuan's face turned from shock to pale. He never expected that his Netherworld Ghost Fire not only failed to bring a fatal blow to Yang Ling, but was instead swallowed up by him, thus enhancing the opponent's strength.

He knew he had made a fatal mistake.

The Yang Ling in front of him was like a demon god walking out of hell. His power surged in just a few breaths, and the black flames on his body became more intense, as if to burn everything.

The angry immortal Ma Yuan panicked and turned around to escape from this place.

Although he was rude and had a bad temper, he was not a fool. He knew very well that if he stayed any longer, he would die here!

However, as soon as he moved, he felt that the space around him seemed to solidify, and his speed became extremely slow.

"Want to leave? It's too late."

Yang Ling sneered, his voice carrying an unquestionable coldness.

"You have already entered the battle formation, so don't even think about escaping."

(End of this chapter)