: Netherworld Flame, Xiao Fan's Body Possessed?

"What's going on? His aura..." Nangong Ming's pupils shrank, and he instinctively felt a sense of fear.

At this moment, Xiao Fan, or rather, the Medicine Venerable, glanced at Nangong Ming indifferently.

That gaze was indifferent and aloof, like a dragon looking down at ants on the ground.

"Noisy."

The Medicine Venerable slowly raised his right hand. In his palm, golden glazed flames and an invisible magical power perfectly merged, transforming into a golden palm with a diameter of ten zhang.

The lines on his palm were clear, emanating a profound aura that could create and destroy all things.

Heavenly Rank Palm Technique - Great Creation Palm.

"die."

The Medicine Master pressed his palm downwards.

Rumble!

The golden palm of light pressed down like a mountain, compressing the air to its limit and producing a loud bang.

Nangong Ming felt as if his entire body was locked in place by an invisible aura, making it impossible for him to move.

He could only watch helplessly as the giant hand fell, his eyes filled with despair and regret.

boom!

A deafening roar shook the earth violently.

As the smoke cleared, a huge handprint was left on the ground.

The arrogant Nangong Ming, along with several disciples around him, had already been reduced to minced meat and bones by that palm strike, leaving no trace of their remains.

"escape!"

The remaining Blood God Cult disciples were terrified and dared not linger, screaming as they scattered and fled.

The Medicine Venerable did not give chase. He controlled Xiao Fan's body and turned to look at the Spring of Fire.

However, at that moment...

Glug! Glug!

The once calm Li Huo Spring suddenly began to boil.

The blood of the Blood God Cult disciples who died earlier did not seep into the ground, but instead mysteriously gathered into a stream and flowed into the spring.

With the injection of a large amount of essence blood, the formation that was originally used to seal the heart of the Blood River Ancestor showed signs of loosening.

"Hehehe..."

A chilling, eerie laugh echoed from the depths of the spring.

Immediately afterwards, a heart the size of a millstone, dark red in color, slowly rose to the surface.

Boom!

My heart skipped a beat.

Xiao Fan felt his blood and qi boil instantly, his heart contracted violently and uncontrollably, as if it were beating in rhythm with the demonic heart, and he even had an urge to burst out of his body.

"Oh no, it's the heart of the Blood River Ancestor."

The Medicine Venerable's expression changed, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

"It is said that the Blood River Ancestor mastered the Six Transformations Blood Law, and could be reborn from a drop of blood, and was immortal and indestructible. This heart has accumulated resentment for five thousand years, and now it is nourished by fresh blood, which is to reshape the physical body."

With each beat of that enormous heart, the surrounding blood energy would become more concentrated.

Countless visible blood vessels extended from the heart, intertwining and entwining in the void, rapidly forming the prototype of a human body.

Flesh and blood proliferate, and the demon is resurrected.

A terrifying fluctuation of laws belonging to the Void Refinement stage, though faint, truly began to permeate the air.

Xiao Fan's consciousness screamed frantically in his sea of ​​consciousness: "Teacher, stop him! If he reshapes his physical body, we will all die here."

"Don't worry, he can't cause any trouble."

The Medicine Venerable snorted coldly, controlling Xiao Fan's body, advancing instead of retreating.

"If it were the Blood River Ancestor in his prime, I would have turned around and left without saying a word. But now, he is nothing more than a remnant heart that has been sealed for five thousand years and is also suppressed by the great formation. To think that he can be reborn in front of me is wishful thinking."

"Nine Netherworld Flames, appear."

The Medicine Venerable extended his left hand, and a cold, dark blue flame, as if from the deepest hell, burned quietly in his palm.

This Netherworld Flame is his natal flame, containing extreme yin and cold power.

"go."

He flicked his finger.

The pale blue flame drifted lightly down onto the blood cocoon that was reshaping its physical body.

"Ah, what kind of fire is this?"

From within the blood cocoon came the terrified scream of the Blood River Ancestor.

He sensed a deadly threat; the flame, though small, exuded a chilling aura capable of freezing the soul.

"A raging river of blood, protect my demonic body."

The Blood River Ancestor roared, attempting to mobilize the Law of Blood to transform the still-forming flesh and blood into an indestructible shield.

However, it was all too late.

The moment the Netherworld Flame landed on the blood cocoon, it did not burn, but instead unleashed a terrifying freezing power.

Click click click.

The churning blood and writhing flesh solidified instantly under the eerie blue light.

In the blink of an eye.

The demonic body that was about to take shape, along with its enormous heart, transformed into a massive blood-red ice sculpture, standing silently above the Fire Spring.

"broken."

The Medicine Master uttered a single word.

Splash!

The ice sculpture shattered, turning into countless ice crystals that scattered across the sky.

As the heart shattered, a translucent crimson flame, with a faint phantom of a Vermilion Bird dancing at its center, slowly rose from the heart's remains.

Remove from heat.

Or rather, it was the prototype of the Southern Ming Fire.

This is the core of maintaining this sealing formation, and the key to why the Blood River Ancestor's heart cannot escape.

Now that its heart is broken, this extraordinary flame of heaven and earth has finally seen the light of day again.

"Good stuff. With this Flame of Departure, and combined with that Blood Bodhi, Fan'er, the shackles on your sacred body will surely be broken."

A hint of joy flashed in the Medicine Venerable's eyes as he prepared to reach out and take the flame into his pocket.

Just then.

call out!

A terrifying sword intent descended from the sky without warning.

This sword intent was so powerful and sharp that it seemed to cleave the space in two.

"Um?"

The Medicine Venerable's expression changed slightly. He didn't bother to collect the strange fire and struck out with his palm. The golden palm wind collided fiercely with the sword intent.

boom!

The shockwave rippled outwards, and even though the Medicine Venerable was controlling Xiao Fan's body, he was forced back three steps.

He looked up and saw several figures gracefully descending from the cliff not far away.

The leader, dressed in a plain white flowing cloud sword dress and holding a common iron longsword, possessed a cool and aloof demeanor, and was none other than Lu Yuan's personal disciple, Lu Xueyao.

Beside her was a stunningly beautiful woman in white with a cool and aloof demeanor, as well as more than ten elite disciples dressed in the attire of the Feathered Immortal Sect.

"Lu Xueyao".

Xiao Fan instantly recognized the person who had arrived, and a complex emotion welled up in his heart. He already knew that the opportunity he had missed in Liuyun City was with Lu Xueyao, who had already been taken as a personal disciple by Lu Yuan.

Holding a long sword, Lu Xueyao stared coldly at Xiao Fan below. Her clear eyes held no trace of camaraderie, only deep vigilance and killing intent.

"Fellow senior brothers and sisters, please be careful."

Lu Xueyao's voice was clear and cold, echoing throughout the entire venue.

"This person is named Xiao Fan. He was originally an inner disciple of my Qingyun Sect in the Qi Refining stage."

But at this moment, his aura was strange, filled with demonic energy, and his cultivation had actually surged to the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment. Clearly, the real Xiao Fan was already dead, and he had been possessed by the remnant soul of the Blood River Ancestor in this sealed land.