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A moment later.
"So that's how it is, I didn't expect that the Woeful Poison Body could actually be controlled." Bing He let out a light sigh.
Xian'er's face was calm and indifferent, jade-like hands surrounded by wisps of grayish-white airflow, faint traces of death's aura slowly diffusing out.
This was true Woeful Poison Qi, perfectly controlled Woeful Poison Qi.
And this particular Woeful Poison Qi also contained a fire-poison attribute, faintly giving off a scorching sensation.
"Fire poison?" Bing He's eyes flashed with a strange light. Staring at Xian'er, he couldn't help but exclaim, "You truly never stop surprising me!"
His path had always been that of cold poison.
But unexpectedly, this true Woeful Poison Body had chosen to walk the opposite path, pursuing fire poison instead.
Which was stronger, cold poison or fire poison? That was hard to say. Yet, when it came to which one felt more threatening, fire poison had the edge.
What's more, fire poison was far easier to obtain. Any volcano, or underground magma flow, naturally contained fire poison.
And more importantly, fire poison, though seemingly more common, could not be restrained by normal fire attributes.
That alone, was already extraordinary. And this was without even factoring in the Ghostly Poison Flame.
The Woeful Poison Body was divided into innate and acquired.
Xian'er was an innate Woeful Poison Body, while Bing He's was acquired. The Woeful Poison Body could indeed be artificially created, a sort of physique-secret art, imitating the innate form.
But it was extremely difficult, requiring one to risk death itself to cultivate, and even if successful, it left behind a massive hidden danger.
For an acquired Woeful Poison Body carried one glaring flaw — it lacked the innate Woeful Origin, that true essence of death.
In the end, this artificial constitution would turn into shackles, a cage.
Just like Bing He now.
This acquired body of his, which had once allowed him to rise, had now become the chain holding him back.
It had made him, and now, it would break him. Of course, one could argue that without the acquired Woeful Poison Body, Bing He never would have come this far.
That was true.
But people always strive upward. And when you reach a certain height, when you see an even greater peak ahead, only to realize you no longer have the strength to climb higher…
That helplessness, knowing the road was there but being powerless to tread it.
Only Bing He himself could truly understand that feeling. This, was the difference between acquired and innate.
Just like true Heavenly Flames, compared with artificial imitations.
For example, the Life Transforming Flame of the Demon Flame Valley, the Flame Creation Art, was one such method of cultivating an imitation flame.
Life Transforming Flame, after being cultivated to the latter stages, could be called an acquired flame. They claimed its power could rival that of a Heavenly Flame, but in truth, compared to a genuine one, it fell far short.
It worked by condensing a seed of fire within the body, then feeding it endlessly with countless high-rank beast flames, slowly nurturing it to grow.
A little similar to the Twenty-Second Heavenly Flame: Ten Thousand Beast Spiritual Flame. But an imitation, would always remain an imitation. It could never become real.
In the eyes of someone who truly possessed a Heavenly Flame, this Life Transforming Flame was nothing but a joke.
Such flames would only be treasured by those without Heavenly Flames of their own, or perhaps by people like Xiao Yan, who cultivated the Flame Mantra.
As for genuine flame wielders, who among them would ever take it seriously?Wei Yang certainly wouldn't.
Spending that much effort and resources, to painstakingly raise an imitation flame, what was the point?
With those resources, wouldn't it be far more practical to feed one's true Heavenly Flame?
Taking a deep breath, a trace of melancholy appeared on Bing He's face.
He sighed, "All these years, I've been chasing the Woeful Poison Body. Unfortunately, despite all my efforts, I was always a step too late. And the more that happened, the more I yearned to obtain you. If I can have you, then perhaps my Woeful Poison Body can finally become perfect!"
At this moment, Bing He seemed to forget Wei Yang and Ah Da completely, his burning gaze fixed on Xian'er, his voice softening into something unnervingly gentle, "Come with me. You and I are the perfect match. Together, we can climb to the highest peak!"
But as soon as his words fell.
"Presumptuous!" Ah Da roared in fury, sweeping his sleeve.
Wuuu~
Black gales swept forth.
"Silence!" Xian'er's face turned frosty, Woeful Poison Qi surging forth. With a wave of her jade hand, it transformed into a gray-white whip of light.
Shua!
The space before her twisted, and the whip vanished into nothingness. The space before Bing He, who was facing the Nine Serene Wind Flame, suddenly twisted. A gray-white whip of light burst forth, lashing straight toward his head.
Looking at the incoming whip of Woeful Poison Qi, Bing He actually smiled. His foot shifted back, head tilted slightly, and with a sharp inhale—a powerful suction erupted from his mouth, directly pulling that strand of Woeful Poison Qi into his body.
As it entered, a gray-white aura of death appeared faintly on his face. His chest swelled as his qi churned violently within, nearly causing him to spit it back out.
His complexion shifted rapidly between ashen gray, pale red, and bluish-green.
Only after a moment did he barely manage to digest the Woeful Poison Qi. And in his eyes, that strange light grew even stronger.
"So this is the purest Woeful Poison Qi? Truly remarkable!"
At his brow, the black snowflake mark glimmered faintly, flashing with a hint of excitement in his tone.
The swirling black snowflakes around his body seemed to spin faster as well.
Seeing this, Xian'er's face sank. With a thought, the Poison Pill within her dantian rotated, and the flame coiled around it suddenly quivered.
In the next instant, ghostly green flames surged wildly out of her body, instantly forming into a humanoid figure of fire.
The poisonous flame swept up like a storm, blasting toward the heavens, its might overwhelming.
Its aura had already reached the peak of Dou Zong.
The Ghostly Poison Flame—within only a few short days—had leapt from the peak of Dou Huang straight to the peak of Dou Zong!
And Xian'er's own aura slowly unfolded.
Three-Star Dou Zun!
"This is… the Ghostly Poison Flame!" Seeing the surging green inferno and Xian'er's terrifying aura, Bing He's pupils contracted, his face filled with shock as he cried out.
Heavens!
In his heart, he could not stop groaning, trembling, shuddering. The legendary Ghostly Poison Flame had appeared!
Ghostly Poison Flame combined with fire poison.
Damn it, this generation's Woeful Poison Body's blessings were stacked to the extreme!
No wonder she hadn't lost control.
What kind of monstrous combination was this?
On the same day, both the Nine Serene Wind Flame and Ghostly Poison Flame had emerged.
A Three-Star Dou Zun Woeful Poison Body, paired with a peak Dou Zong Ghostly Poison Flame.
Add to that a Dou Zun-level soul body and the Dou Zun-level Nine Serene Wind Flame.
How was this even a fight anymore?
Bing He instantly gave up any thoughts of continuing, turned, and left without hesitation. With a sweep of his sleeve, space behind him twisted, his figure slowly fading into the distortion.
"For today, I'll stop here. But in the future, I'll come for you again!" A faint chuckle echoed gently in Xian'er's ear.
At the same time, within the twisting space, a pair of burning eyes glimmered faintly, locking with Xian'er's icy gaze.
"Trying to run?" Ah Da let out a cold laugh, a pair of spectral hands reaching out, clenching firmly.
Weng~
The distorted space trembled violently, then shuddered with force.
Pu~
A white figure was suddenly flung out of the twisted space in a rather sorry state, as though kicked out by someone.
"You!" Bing He stared at Ah Da in shock, his heart tightening. "This person's control over spatial force… is actually stronger than mine!"
And then—
Oooong~
The writhing black winds condensed, forming nine black wind dragons that roared as they charged toward him.
"Junior, spouting wild words, and still think you can leave?" Ah Da's voice was cold and sinister.
On the other side—
Oooong~
Nine ghostly green fire dragons formed almost simultaneously, surging forth.
Bing He's expression grew grim, black snowflakes whirling furiously around him. He frowned and muttered, "At most, you can suppress me, but you cannot kill me. What's the point of dragging this fight out?"
"Hmph, is that so?"
Nine black wind dragons and nine ghostly green fire dragons opened their maws from opposite sides.
In the next instant, eighteen streams of dragon breath erupted forth.
"Troublesome." Bing He instantly felt his head ache.
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