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第两千一百五十八章 漫天火焰

Of course, Lin Xuan was not afraid. After all, what could the first bolt do to him?

However, he had misjudged the situation. The power of the bolt far exceeded his expectations.

Boom!

The explosive sound continuously entered his ears, like a series of thunderbolts converging and crashing down together.

In an instant, where Lin Xuan stood turned into a sea of fire.

Heat waves surged, and even the air was baked to a fiery red. The temperature around him rose dramatically, making it look almost like the legendary inferno from hell. Even rocks began to melt; volcanic eruptions were far less impressive in terms of sound alone.

The feeling was that any creature would be destroyed by this.

But that was just an impression.

Soon, the smoke and dust cleared, revealing a large hole at the center of the fire cloud. About seven or eight zhang wide, it seemed to go on forever into the depths above his head.

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted as his face turned even more grim: The first move is the best; the second one will suffer. With this thought in mind, Lin Xuan waved both hands and flicked out ten fingers. The Nine Heavens Bright Moon Ring emitted a deep blue glow, transforming into a dark blue color.

This was originally a dual-element treasure that could transform between ice or fire based on his will.

Countless dragon silhouettes gradually took shape in the void as Lin Xuan intended to use the secret technique of Hundred Dragons' Fangs. However, this time there would be no fiery dragons; only icy ones.

But just then, something unexpected happened.

There was no prior warning.

A bright red beam of light descended from the sky.

The beam was about seven or eight zhang wide and seemed incredibly powerful, wrapped in a blue electric arc that made it even more dazzling.

"Bad luck!" Lin Xuan exclaimed as he saw this scene. He had originally intended to strike first, but the fire cloud above his head moved faster than expected. Before Hundred Dragons' Fangs could be used, the new bolt of lightning descended.

At this point, the ice dragons were still forming and were completely enveloped by the red beam.

Though not as powerful as the Devouring Spirit Sword, Hundred Dragons' Fangs was still a formidable technique that Lin Xuan had kept in reserve. Its power would not be easily outmatched by the fire bolt from heaven, but at this stage of its development, it was like an infant—powerful when grown, but helpless in its infancy.

Boom!

The newly formed ice dragons were completely melted away as if spring snow was thrown into a blazing furnace.

Damn it!

Lin Xuan's face turned extremely ugly. The feeling of having interrupted his technique halfway through was unbearable.

That terrifying red beam still carried immense power and descended towards Lin Xuan, overpowering him despite the setbacks. There was no choice but to endure it.

This was the worst option.

Lin Xuan's face darkened as he took a deep breath, raising both hands horizontally. His mana surged like a dam breaking, flooding forward into the light shield.

The Dark Azure Mother Son Shield emitted a fierce glow, and the Taiji pattern became more prominent. However, Lin Xuan had no confidence that it would withstand this attack, so he could only hope for the best.

Roar!

When both beams touched, Lin Xuan was completely engulfed by the red beam: The ground cracked, and explosive sounds echoed in his ears.

Heat!

Lin Xuan's eyes widened as grinding sounds entered his ears. Despite not breaking through yet, the Dark Azure Mother Son Shield was losing mana at an alarming rate.

He had underestimated this attack’s power; even Hundred Dragons' Fangs couldn’t match it.

But Lin Xuan wouldn't give up. He couldn't die here.

With a wave of his sleeve, a jade bottle flew out. After removing the stopper, he swallowed a drop of ten-thousand-year-old Spirit Induction.

Though this spirit material was scarce, at this critical moment, he couldn’t be frugal; once ingested, it would immediately generate mana in his dantian and quickly flow through his meridians to reach every part of his body.

Lin Xuan raised his left hand, continuing to pour mana into the Dark Azure Mother Son Shield. With his right hand, a small egg-sized flame appeared in his palm.

Sapphire!

Then, as light flashed, the other three colors disappeared, leaving only a deep blue. Intense coldness emanated from within.

Using water to counter fire, Lin Xuan intended to fully utilize the five elements for this.

He threw out the Illusory Spirit Heavenly Fire, while his right hand quickly cast several spells like a butterfly dancing through flowers.

Whoosh!

Like a mountain breeze, an incredible scene unfolded.

The Illusory Spirit Heavenly Fire transformed into icy blue vapor that spread over several zhang in front of him, forming a smooth mirror-like ice wall that suddenly appeared before his eyes with a "sizzle" sound.

Of course, it was the Illusory Spirit Heavenly Fire transforming.

Using extreme cold to replace the Dark Azure Mother Son Shield to block the flames, continuous cracking sounds echoed as the blue ice wall gradually melted. But supported by Lin Xuan's mana, new ice formed from the remaining coldness.

In short, it was a process of consumption.

This cycle repeated for about half an hour.

For both cultivators and ordinary people, this time seemed endless.

But at this moment, it felt particularly unbearable, like living through years in a day.

Damn it! The power of the Primordial Energy Tribulation far exceeded what was described in the classics. Damn that Fire Cloud Patriarch; Lin Xuan's teeth gritted with hatred, but he was helpless because his opponent had already passed away. What could he do to a deceased cultivator?

The worst part was that unlike combat techniques, against the heavenly tribulation, many of his treasures and secret arts couldn't be fully utilized.

For example, the Devouring Spirit Sword, though incredibly powerful, Lin Xuan dared not use it recklessly because the heavenly tribulation contained natural laws. It could only be endured; attacking might have counterproductive effects.

But with the help of Illusory Spirit Heavenly Fire, Lin Xuan managed to withstand this bolt once more.

The range of the fire cloud had shrunk significantly, but the area remained dense: Lin Xuan's brows furrowed as he prepared for even tougher attacks.

"Damn it! I was too careless this time," Lin Xuan thought inwardly. Though his techniques far surpassed those of his peers in terms of complexity, when it came to defense, Lin Xuan’s treasures and secret arts were limited.

If the tribulation had been his own, he would have received some prior signs, allowing him to prepare adequately before facing it calmly.

But this time was different; he was framed under duress. The power of the primordial energy tribulation increased significantly, making him extremely discomfited.

Boom!

The fire cloud continued to churn, and the hole’s diameter expanded further. What kind of attack would come next?

Lin Xuan didn’t know. He drank another drop of ten-thousand-year-old Spirit Induction, showing a hint of bitter laughter on his face.

Even if he could survive this heavenly tribulation, these spirit-recovery elixirs might be exhausted: But at this moment, Lin Xuan couldn't care less; he took out two top-grade crystal stones and held them in his hands.

Try to replenish as much mana as possible? (PS: The evening update is here, as promised. I've reached my word limit for today, but I really need your votes for month tickets.)

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