Lin Dong fell onto a stone platform, then sat down cross-legged, his head slightly raised, he could see the black waterfall hanging from above. In the waterfall, the black flames were beating, seemingly majestic, but But there was not the slightest loud splash of water, that appearance seemed a little weird.
"Senior Moruo, let's start." Lin Dong took a deep breath, looked at Moruo, and said solemnly.
Hearing the words, Moruo glanced at the green pheasant, nodded slightly, and then protruded his palm, facing the black pond, and squeezed it abruptly.
boom!
As Moro held his palm, the extremely silent dead flame spirit pool finally trembled violently, and then only the black water of the black flame rising from the pool was surging up layer by layer, and the line of sight was vaguely visible. There seemed to be an extremely large black formation spinning in the depths.
"Lin Dong, if you can't bear it, then speak out, I will rescue you, but don't be too reluctant. Every lifeless rush here is comparable to the full blow of a powerful death profound realm! "Molo looked at the tumbling black pool, and shouted in a deep voice.
Lin Dong's eyes were condensed on the black pond, his palms were slowly clenched, and he smiled: "Don't worry, Senior Moro, I have survived thunderbolt ancestor Talisman hundred thousand thunderbolt, let alone this dead flame spiritual pool?! "
"The courage is not small, so let us see, how long can you hold on?"
"Be careful, it's coming!"
Hearing Moruo's low drink, Lin Dong's muscles tightened in an instant. Then, he saw the dead flame spirit pool, the pool water was wrapped in black flame, and then turned into a huge head. Dragon of the Black Flame.
Roar!
The black flame dragon snarled up to the sky, the majestic and pure wave of death, filled with an extremely astonishing destructive power.
"Huh!"
The black flame dragon did not give Lin Dong any reaction time. Once it had condensed, it whizzed out abruptly, bringing up the long black flame tail, flying across the air at an astonishing speed, just a few breaths. Next, Lin Dong's pupils expanded rapidly, and then slammed on his body severely.
Bang!
The low impact sound spread, Lin Dong's body also trembled, and immediately his face twisted in an instant. He clearly felt an extremely surging and pure death energy, in a rather violent posture, Rushing into his body arbitrarily, scouring his muscles, meridians, bones, viscera and so on...
Under this scouring, Lin Dong's skin was gradually darkening, and the thick lifelessness made him look like a zombie.
Lin Dong was able to sense that under the erosion of the dead energy, the internal organs in his body were all faintly showing signs of gradual exhaustion. Dead energy was a powerful destructive force. Once he grasped it carelessly, It is very likely to be self-injured.
However, in this situation, Lin Dong obviously couldn't make it develop. Immediately, his mind moved, and the Azure Dragon Transformation Art was swiftly running, with brilliant blue light pouring out from every corner of his body.
Chi Chi!
Green light envelops Lin Dong's body, and under the protection of the Qingtian Hualong Art, Lin Dong's meridians, bones, viscera, etc. also began to squirm, and then greedily absorbed the abnormally pure dead energy.
Death is like a sharp double-edged sword, as long as you know how to control it, it will become an extremely powerful weapon!
At the edge of the Dead Flame Spirit Pool, the three of Moruo were all watching the Lin Dong who was wrapped in a thick death air. After a while, they all saw a little blue light flickering, and the blue light became more and more intense. , After arriving, it actually expanded like a huge mouth, directly swallowing all the thick lifelessness in it.
"Come again!" Lin Dong's eyes suddenly opened, and blue light surged in his pupils.
boom!
As soon as its shout fell, the black waves in the dead flame spirit pool surged again, and a wave of black flame dragons that were more violent than before condensed, and then rushed towards Lin Dong fiercely.
A thick death energy enveloped Lin Dong's body, cyan light surged, and two forces were constantly sawing, and in that saw, a little bit of pure death energy began to penetrate into Lin Dong's body thoroughly.
"Tsk, this kid's Azure Dragon Transformation Technique has also been cultivated to the point of being quite proficient." Moro couldn't help but smile as he looked at the extremely tenacious blue light in the envelope of death.
The green pheasant also nodded with a smile, with a lot of appreciation in his eyes. Although he passed the Azure Dragon Transforming Technique to Lin Dong, the latter completed many of the cultivations alone, and the help he gave was quite limited.
"But from my point of view, even if his Azure Sky Transforming Dragon Technique is not weak in his cultivation, he should only be able to hold on to about forty scourings, and the limit is forty-seven." Moro rubbed his chin and said.
"Oh?" The green pheasant raised his brows slightly and said with a smile: "So, isn't it two less than Xinlian?"
"The death energy of the Dead Flame Spirit Pond was scoured by one wave stronger than one wave. After forty times, each one doubled up. Even the heart lotus had taken some protective measures before it survived forty times. Nine Dao, but after the forty-nine Dao, she also passed out completely, and later recovered after a full two months of recuperation." Moro said.
"Lin Dong can be comparable to Xinlian, but it's actually pretty good."
Green Pheasant smiled, and then he suddenly asked, "Forty-nine Dao is the limit of this dead flame spiritual pool?"
Moruo was stunned, then frowned, and said, "The limit is fifty... But no one has ever persisted. Of course, this is on the premise that the Death Flame Spirit Pool is effective for those who enter."
The Dead Flame Spirit Pool, generally speaking, is most effective for people who have just been promoted to the Death Profound Realm, and as the strength increases, the effect here will also become smaller and smaller. Therefore, in the Flame Temple, the general strength surpasses this. Those who are bounded will not be allowed to enter the Death Flame Spirit Pool and consume the pure and dead energy in it in vain.
"Perhaps you will open your eyes today." Green Pheasant smiled.
"You have so much confidence in your Azure Dragon Transformation Art?" Moruo curled his mouth and said.
"Not to have confidence in the Qingtian Hualong Art, but to have confidence in Lin Dong."
"Hope, I would also like to see if this kid can set Xinlian's record."
"Then just wait and see."
Listening to the conversation between the two of them, Tang Xinlian pressed her red lips slightly, staring brightly at the thin figure sitting on the stone platform receiving waves of lifelessness. In the depths of her eyes, there was a little curiosity and expectation. She also wanted to see whether this seemingly ordinary young man, but who has repeatedly performed miracles in the ordinary, would once again shock people.
…
Rumble!
With the passage of time, the dead flame spirit pool was no longer silent at the beginning, the pool water was surging, and the dragons of black flame gathered together, and then carrying more and more terrifying death energy, it rushed hard on the stone platform. Above the road figure.
However, facing the frenzied scouring of death, the cyan light-wrapped figure in the stone platform gradually stabilized like a rock. The cyan light seemed weak, but it never completely overturned.
"Forty Dao... now it's amazing." Moro said flatly.
Moro's voice just fell, and the dead flame spirit pool suddenly surged crazily. A black flame dragon that was several times larger than before rose slowly, and the black dragon's eyes had a dark red color. The colors converge, like a pair of blood pupils, which is creepy.
"It's indeed a lot more powerful." The green pheasant's eyes were also surprised and nodded lightly.
Roar!
The huge black flame dragon snarled up to the sky, and in the next instant, it was already carrying a surging life, and it rolled out, and finally hit Lin Dong's body fiercely.
At the moment of impact, Lin Dong's entire face was twisted together, and the skin on the surface of his body quickly showed a grayish color, but soon, there was also a low roar from his throat, and blue light surged. , Guarding the body tightly.
The two rays of light intertwined fiercely, but no one can get the upper hand.
"Boom!"
Lin Dong's eyes suddenly sharp, he actually grabbed it, firmly grasping the black flame dragon head, and then the blue light surged, grabbing the black flame dragon, a thick death spirit, following his palm, rushing quickly Into his body.
"Come again!"
Lin Dong's palm trembled slightly, but his eyes became increasingly hot and stubborn.
"Roar!"
As if in response to his shout, the dead flame spirit pool continued to roll, and the more violent black flame dragons gathered, and rushed away frantically against Lin Dong one after another.
boom! boom! boom…
A deep voice echoed above the empty pool, and Moro looked at Lin Dong, who was constantly trembling under the collision of black flame dragons, but had never fallen, his eyes gradually became solemn.
"Forty-seventh."
Tang Xinlian whispered, her voice trembling a little. She has experienced this kind of scene, and she naturally knows how painful she has to endure in it, but at the time she experienced the forty-seventh path, it was already at the limit. If It was not because of preparations in advance, it was because of defeat here.
"Wow!"
The entire pool was completely turbulent at this time, and two huge black vortexes were formed at the same time, and then directly rushed out, like two black dragons tearing the sky, mixed with the most majestic life. In an extremely shocking posture, he crossed and hit Lin Dong's body fiercely.
The surging black death aura swept away from the collision place like a wave, and that kind of impact, even if a powerful person in the Death Profound Realm was hit, would be a life-threatening concern.
The three of Moruo looked at the place where the deadness was strongest. After a long while, the deadness gradually faded, and a figure with a violent cough appeared in their field of vision.
At this time, Lin Dong's body was gray and white, and a black viscous body adhered to his skin, all of which was transformed by an extremely pure dead energy.
cough.
Lin Dong coughed violently, and blood was vomited out of his mouth. It turned out to be dark and black, and it was obvious that the injury was not light.
"This kid is indeed a bit powerful."
Moruo sighed. Although Lin Dong looked a bit miserable in his current state, it was hard to imagine that he actually resisted the forty-nine life-death wash.
"So be it."
With a wave of Moruo's sleeve robe, he wanted to close the Death Flame Spirit Pool. On the contrary, just when his voice fell, the young figure on the stone platform stretched out his arm with difficulty, and then under Tang Xinlian's slightly discolored gaze, There was a hoarse voice.
"One more."